SIN-PHORIA: Men’s Guilty Pleasure
A suppressed moan slipped out of me before I could stop it, followed by short, broken gasps as I leaned further into him.
“Daddy,” I whimpered into his mouth.
He kept one hand locked on the back of my head while his tongue explored every corner of my mouth.
I shut my eyes and pulled back.
The loss of contact almost made me wince.
“Please, I can’t—” I begged, my voice hoarse, pushing weakly against his warm, rigid chest.
“You mean you can’t wait for your ex-stepdaddy to fill your pulsing hole with his cock?” He smirked.
“No, I didn’t mean that,” I whispered.
“Oh.” He scoffed, squeezing my ass harder. “You can’t seem to leave me, can you? Should we start with the basics?”
“Wait… what