PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE
'So wet for me,' he muttered, adding a second finger, pumping slow but deep.
I moaned, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts. His thumb found the piercing again, circling it firm, tugging lightly. Sparks shot through me, straight to my core. It was intense, the metal adding that extra zing with every rub. He finger-fucked me rougher now, knuckles deep, the squelching sounds mixing with my whimpers. Juices coated his hand, dripping down to his wrist. I leaned forward, pressing my forehead to his shoulder, breathing in his scent—sweat and cologne.
The flashes outside were relentless now, the paparazzi probably in cars beside us, trying to get shots. One bright burst lit up Liam's face, highlight