“Take what you need, Lily.” He grips my hip with his free hand and urges me to rock against his palm. “Ride my hand.” I shiver. “Your hand isn’t what I want.” “My hand is all you get right now. You have to earn my cock.” He smiles, slow and arrogant. “I’m not a little prick who’s desperate to fuck your pussy and chase my own pleasure. I’ll get inside you when I’m good and ready, and not a moment before.” His voice goes hard. “Ride my hand, Lily.” He leans in, his voice low and sinful. “Show your Daddy how prettily you come.”
