Every stroke, every caress made me desperate to part my thighs. I needed him to look at me, needed his tongue, needed his fingers. Fuck, I needed his cock. “You going to come for me, wildcat?” he whispered, that low, careful tone tipping me over the edge. My knees trembled, inching apart. “That’s the way…show daddy what he paid for.” I whimpered and bit down on my lip, but it was too late. A trembling, throaty sound tore free as he pushed deeper, running his fingers along the edges of my pussy. “Please…” I whimpered.
