Daddies Taste Better
“Eyes on me.”
I forced them open, meeting his gaze. He looked… hungry.
He curled his fingers inside me, thumb pressing my clit, and I jolted, thighs clamping around his hand.
“Uh-uh,” he chastised softly. “Keep them open for me.”
I spread my legs wider, trembling. The coat slipped off my lap, but I didn’t care anymore. He worked me slowly, drawing it out until I was squirming, hand still clamped over my mouth, eyes watering.