Wanting His Father; Daddy Dom/ LG Forbidden Romance
“Oh, God! Daddy!”
"That’s it, princess.” I slide my fingers back inside her, flatten my tongue and sweep it over her soaked centre. “You let loose for me.”
Her cries are becoming rhythmic now, as the tension in her body begins to pulse. They grow louder, keener, and any reserve that she had is now long gone. She’s writhing beneath my mouth and fingers, moans spilling out as the pressure builds, her hips rocking against my face, thighs quivering around my head. She’s begging, sobbing, gasping. The word Daddy falls from her lips over and over again, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything more amazing in the whole of my life.