Craving Daddy's Bestfriend
Lilith.
And pictures.
My heart pounded again, harder this time, as I unlocked the phone. I shouldn’t look. I shouldn’t. But my hand was already moving, my thumb hovering over the images. When they loaded, my breath caught in my throat.
Lilith. In a bathing suit. Her skin glistened with moisture under the sunlight, her curves on full display, and just like that, all the restraint I’d built up under the cold shower evaporated.
"Shit," I whispered, gripping the edge of the sink as my cock twitched to life again.