PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE
Then his fingers pushed in, thick and lubed with spit, stretching me open.
'Tight little ass,' he'd say, chuckling low as he worked me. In reality, my free hand reached back, mimicking him, one finger circling my entrance before sliding inside. It burned a little, but the pleasure shot straight to my cock. I jerked harder now, my palm slick with pre-cum, the wet sounds filling the room. My heart pounded, sweat beading on my chest, every nerve alive with want. He was everything I craved—dominant, masculine, that biker edge making it all feel dangerous and real.