Touch Me, Daddy
I’m writhing and bucking in his hold, fighting to get him closer, fighting for more, and I’ve never felt sensations like these.
His tongue slides along my seam, dipping inside my body, and I groan, teeth clenched. He’s so warm and wet and merciless, devouring me with quiet snarls, and every noise he makes, every lick and bite and touch, makes me levitate another inch off the sofa.
There’s a finger inside me, stroking my inner walls. Two fingers.
My spine bows, and I’m yanking on his hair. When did I grab his hair?
“So fucking sweet,” Ansel growls against my slit, and I hiss in reply.