HER FORBIDDEN DADDIES: FILTHY ONE SHOTS
My thighs tremble, my breath hitching, and I’m screaming now, top of my lungs, “Jack, please!”
The water drowns it, or so I think, but I’m too far gone, my fingers plunging inside, chasing that edge.
A hand clamps around my nipple, rough and not mine. My eyes snap open, heart lurching, and there’s Jack, naked in the shower, steam curling around his muscled frame.
His chest is heaving, water slicking his dark hair, that scar on his ribs glinting like a warning.
His cock’s hard, thick, jutting out, and his eyes are feral, locked on me. I’m shocked, frozen, my hand still between my legs, but my body’s screaming yes, even as my brain stutters.