The first brush has my body tensing. Luther grunts as he rocks me rougher. “You ready, Baby?” “I’m ready, Daddy.” I’m practically crying. He slides one of his hands around to my ass. And then his finger is there again. Rubbing. Circling. I roll my hips. “Wait for me.” He thrusts his hips up below me, shoving deeper. “You wait for me.” The tip of his finger pushes into me. I tense. And he starts to pulse inside me. Pleasure explodes around me. And I lean forward, sealing my mouth over his, as I come.
