DADDY'S NAUGHTY PET
By the time he reached ten, I was sobbing and grinding against the couch arm, desperate for friction.
"Look at this," Gabriel said, and I felt his fingers stroke through my wetness. "You're fucking soaked. You love being spanked like a bad girl, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," I admitted, shame and arousal mixing into something overwhelming.
"Your fiancé ever spank you?" he asked, pushing two fingers inside me.
"No," I whimpered.
"Course not. He probably treats you like you're made of glass. Doesn't know you need to be handled rough." His fingers curled, hitting that perfect spot. "Doesn't know his pretty little bride fantasizes about being used like a whore."