RULE NO 1: DONT TOUCH DADDY!
Even as the water washes over me, even as my brain screams at me to stop, a low, traitorous ache pools deep between my thighs.
I close my eyes, and I am right back on that bed. I can feel the heavy-thick, weeping head of his cock dragging slow and agonizing against my sensitive clit.
I can hear the broken, guttural sound of his voice calling me “baby.” I can feel the stretch of him, the sheer, overwhelming power of knowing I am the only thing on this earth that can make a man like Christian lose his mind.
And you think I'm letting go?
Just thinking about it makes me soak all over again.