Daddy's little good bad boy
His other hand wraps around my neck, and I have to bite my lips for the needy sounds to stay back, it doesn’t help, I sputter, begging, words that don’t exist come out of me.
“I like you like this..” he groans, his fingers finally working, sliding in and out of me, my tongue slips out of my mouth as my head rolls around on my neck, my eyes fluttering shut, I struggle to open them but I can’t see anything.
My hand goes around my body, holding his arm as he pumps in and out of me, it feels so amazing, I don’t know how I have lived without this all my life.
“This feels so… good, daddy…” I breath out,