Twisted Temptation
“You’re soaking, baby. Just from a few words and my touch? Such a good little slut.”
My cheeks burned at the vulgarity, but my body responded shamelessly, arching towards his fingers.
“Don’t cum yet,” he ordered softly. “Good girls wait for their daddies.”
The way he said daddy made something snap inside me. Desire, humiliation, and excitement twisted together until I was dizzy. His thumb pressed harder against my clit, making me squirm under the table as I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood.
He suddenly withdrew his hand, leaving me trembling with need. Lifting his glistening fingers, he sucked them into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he tasted my juices.