Daddy's Demands
“So it’s up to me if you get off right now.”
“Sawyer,” I start to whine.
“Ask nicely.”
“Please, Daddy,” I say in a breathy, Marilyn Monroe voice. “Make me come?”
“Good girl. I’ll think about it.”
I squirm and he holds me tighter, his arms like iron bands. Arousal flows through me, hot and liquid, pooling at my core. My pussy pulses under the weight. His finger flutters against my clit, increasing the pressure.
“Keep that up and I’ll come,” I inform him breathlessly.