Blue-Collar Daddy || Bang Chan

Chapter 6: Making Waves

"Now, (Y/N), do you want to know what good girls get?"

      I'm in my living room, cornered by Bang Chan, my core throbbing at the idea of sex with him. He presses into me for a kiss. I melt into his arms as he swallows each of my breaths. Pulling my shorts up than scooping me into his arms, he carries me into the kitchen and sets me on the counter. Quick as lightning, I lock my ankles around Bang Chan's waist, pulling him tight into me. His growing erection presses against my center.

      "Don't rush me. I plan to take my time with you."

      Bang Chan's fingers trace along my ribcage. He smiles against my lips when I shudder.

      "Oh...don't stop."

      "Shhh. Quiet."

      "I'm dying over here!"

      He presses one finger roughly against my trembling lips.

      "I said quiet. You know what you need? To be finger-fucked until you can't say another word."

      I moan at the words, knowing he's right. He reaches in my shorts, teasingly moving his hand farther p my inner thigh. Goosebumps erupt all over my body in anticipation. In answer, I nod, remaining quiet for him, like he asked. Bang Chan devours my mouth as his fingers slink between my legs, pushing my undies aside to tease my clit. I gasp into the kiss as he rubs circles, progressively quickening.

      "Bang Chan..." I moan.

      "Not yet."

      He stops, but just as I whine in protest, he plunges a finger deep inside me.

      "Fuck, you're so wet."

      He thrusts in and out, quickly adding a second finger. I arch backward, barely holding myself up on the countertop. Bang Chan curls his fingers inside of me, and I bite my lip in a moan. He responds by increasing his speed to a brutal pace.

      "Cum all over for me, (Y/N)."

      Stars fill my vision, and Bang Chan catches me just as my arms give out and I collapse on the countertop. He takes a step back, straightening his clothes and inspecting his handiwork: I, thoroughly kissed and messed on the counter.

      "This is a sight."

      He traces my form, his hands lingering on my hips. I'm covered in dust from the renovation.

      "You're all dirty, (YLN). We need to get you clean."

      "What do you have in mind?"

      "There's a lake out there, just waiting to make you wet."

      "Oh...I want to get very wet."

      "There's only one problem."

      "What's that?"

      "I don't have a swimsuit."

      "Doesn't sound like a problem to me."

      I work at his pants, undoing the button and pulling them down over his bulging cock. Eagerly, he undresses me, tearing my clothes off in a fury of material. I shoot Bang Chan a wink, twisting away from him as I run outside and into the water. He follows, catching me with his big, rough hands, pulling me to him in the water's warmth.

      "I need you to touch me. Now, (YLN)."

      I reach up and stretch, letting out a moan of pleasure as I do. My breasts break free of the water's surface, glistening. That familiar glimmer returns to Bang Chan's gaze.