Please Daddy

His mouth finds my throat first, slow, deliberate kisses that make me shiver. "Tell me you still want this," he murmurs against my skin, voice rough, almost pleading. "Tell me even though we both know we shouldn't."

I arch up into him, fingers threading through his dark hair. "I want it," I whisper. "I want you. I always have."

A low groan rumbles in his chest. His hand slides down my stomach, calloused fingers tracing the edge of my lace before slipping beneath. He doesn't rush-two thick fingers part me slowly, gliding through slick heat, teasing, circling.

"Fuck," he breathes, forehead dropping to mine. "You're so wet for me already. Always so ready."

I gasp as he sinks deeper, curling just right, stroking that spot that makes my thighs tremble. "Please... don't stop, daddy !"

"Stop?" He chuckles darkly, lips brushing mine. "Baby, I couldn't stop now if the world was ending." He adds a third finger, stretching me, pumping slow and deep while his thumb finds my clit in lazy, torturous circles.

My hips roll against his hand, chasing more. "You feel so good," I moan softly. "ohh daddy! So much better than when I touch myself thinking about you."

His eyes flash, possessive and wrecked. "You think about me when you touch this pretty little pussy?" He thrusts his fingers harder, making me cry out. "Tell me what you imagine."

"You," I pant, clinging to his shoulders. "Your mouth... your hands... you inside me. Filling me. Owning me."

He growls, withdrawing his fingers just long enough to slick them over my lips. I taste myself as he pushes them into my mouth, watching me suck them clean with hooded eyes.

"Good girl," he praises, voice low and dangerous.

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When the man who raised her, the man she has known as her dad her entire life....becomes the one who claims her-slowly, completely, without remorse-everything sacred falls apart.
Two sinners commit the ultimate transgression.
And neither knows the consequences.