DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire
His hand fisted in my hair, tugging my head just enough to force me to see our reflection.
There we were—Matthew behind me, all muscle and power, jaw clenched, eyes locked on mine in the glass like he was daring me to look away. My own body arched, flushed and trembling, lips parted on a moan, nipples hard against the window, taking every inch of him like I was made for it.
It was filthy. Raw. The hottest thing I’d ever seen.
His free hand slid down my stomach, fingers finding my clit and rubbing tight, ruthless circles. The pressure built fast, coiling low and vicious.