Sweet Dreams
“Yes, baby girl. You’re going to go to sleep soon. But first, show Daddy how you touch yourself when you need to come.
Calling myself daddy wasn’t intentional. At least, not consciously intentional. Maybe, it was my subconscious testing the water, seeing how she reacted. The word slipped out, and my breath stalls waiting for her reaction.
Her gasp drops into a keening wail as she shoves three fingers into her core, her legs splayed so wide her knees brush the sheets beneath her.
My dirty little girl likes the idea of my claiming the title Daddy so much that she’s moments away from climaxing. Before she can sink those slender digits inside herself again, I grab her wrist and tug it into the a