All Yours
“My good little girl, getting wet just from calling me Daddy.”
She moaned, hips bucking into his touch. “Please—”
“Please what?”
“Please, Daddy… touch me.”
He didn’t make her wait. His fingers slipped beneath the lace, finding her slick and swollen. He circled her clit slowly at first, watching her face with rapt attention as she gasped and trembled.
“That is it,” he praised, voice rough. “Let Daddy see how pretty you look when you fall apart.”