Shh, Don't Tell Daddy
His cry is perfect, and just as he says fuck and is about to explode his release, I stop.
I feel his hand fit into my hair.
"What the fuck are you doing, baby girl?"
"Playing daddy, like you do." I lick my lips. "Every time you get to the point, daddy, your cock gets harder, but you get weaker."
"Stop!" He looks at me, and I laugh.
"Ready for part two, daddy?" I use his words against him, only I say part two because part three isn't here yet. He groans and closes his eyes.