“Daddy?” He draws his stare away from watching his fingers working my nipple under my shirt, to my face. “Yes, baby girl?” “Can I suck you, please?” A longer, harder squeeze of my breast takes the breath from my lungs. “Say the words, Talia.” The pulsing pain in my nipple is stronger than the discomfort over the word he wants me to say. “Please, Daddy. Let me suck your cock. Please?”
