I staggered back a step like someone had physically shoved me.
I couldn’t fucking believe it.
She was touching herself.
Lily. She was in the room next to mine, legs probably spread open, one hand between her thighs, her dress pushed up, her panties soaked, her voice shaking and she was moaning for me. Whispering my name like a prayer and begging for Daddy like she knew exactly what it would do to me.
I stood there, frozen, breathing hard, every muscle in my body coiled with tension. My cock pulsed inside my pants, already rock hard, already thick and furious and aching to be let out.
I could hear the bed creaking, the faint sound of her fingers moving, the sticky squelch of her wetness building as she touched herself. I could hear every fucking breath she took.
She was so loud.
So shameless.
And I couldn’t stop listening.
I should have walked away. I should have slammed my door. I should have thrown myself onto the bed and forced my mind to think about something else..anything else but I didn’t.
I stood there, helpless and paralyzed and completely fucking possessed by the sound of her voice as she broke apart for me on the other side of that wall.
“Oh God… yes… Daddy, please…”
Her voice cracked like she was close.
Her fingers were moving faster. Her breath hitched and gasped and whimpered. And all I could picture..so vividly it made my cock throb again..was Lily on her back, thighs spread wide, chest rising and falling, nipples hard beneath her dress, pussy soaked and twitching while her fingers slid through that wet heat, rubbing over her clit like she needed to cum to survive.
I clenched my jaw so tightly it hurt.
She was mine.
She didn’t know it yet, but she fucking was.
That orgasm belonged to me. That pussy belonged to me. That breathless little body, that trembling mouth, those sweet whimpers-every part of her was mine, and she was in there. giving it away to her own fingers while I stood outside rock hard and seething.
“Please… Connor… yes, Daddy… right there…”
I let my head fall back against the wall.
Eyes shut.
Breath short.
Teeth gritted.
She was cumming.
Fuck.
She was falling apart.
Saying my name.
Begging for Daddy.
And I hadn’t even touched her.
Not yet.
Not fucking yet.
“Connor…” she moaned again.
And then it hit me…again. Not just that she was touching herself. Not just that she was soaked. Not just that her legs were probably spread wide open and trembling.
It hit me that she was touching herself to me. Not to a fantasy. Not to a made-up boy from school. To me. My name. My face. My cock.
I had cum just minutes ago. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I thought it would work. But now I was back at square one-no, deeper.
Because the sound of her fingers rubbing that tight little pussy while she moaned “yes, Daddy ” with my name on her tongue had me so painfully erect again.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath as I yanked my zipper down with one hand and shoved the other into my briefs.
The second I wrapped my fingers around the base of my cock, my knees almost buckled. It was already slick at the tip. I started stroking.
My palm dragged slow and rough over the thick, veiny length that was twitching with tension and soaked in guilt. I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. My forehead pressed to the wall.
My jaw clenched. My eyes shut tight as I imagined her with her thighs wide open, her dress pushed to her waist, her fingers flicking fast over her clit.
“Please, Daddy,” she moaned again, louder this time, and it made me grunt low in my chest as I tightened my grip.
She didn’t stop.
She was getting closer. I could tell. Her breath was catching. Her moans were higher. She was rubbing herself faster now, probably pushing her hips off the bed, her stomach tight, her mouth open, her eyes rolled back as she imagined me above her..inside her. I could almost see it.
The way her nipples would tighten. The way her toes would curl when she tipped over the edge.
And then she said it.
“I’m cumming, Daddy.”
Just like that.
Just like a trigger pulled straight into my fucking chest.
I stroked harder. My hand was flying now. My cock was slick, twitching, pulsing with every motion. I could feel my release boiling under the surface, could feel it rushing through my spine, into my gut, flooding me like a fire I couldn’t put out.
I tried to keep quiet. I tried to stay in control. But a groan still tore out of me, deep and strained, as my balls tightened and my entire body locked up.
“Arghh,” she screamed.
Her voice exploded through the wall.
And I came.
I fucking came. My cock jerked in my hand as hot streams of cum shot across my knuckles, up my wrist, dripping down into my waistband as I leaned forward and gasped into the wall.
I couldn’t hold it back. I couldn’t stop it. Her moan pushed me straight over the edge, and I came with the image of her squirming on the bed, flushed and wrecked, soaked and twitching, her fingers buried deep inside the cunt I was supposed to own.
For a second, it was silence. Just my heartbeat. Just my breath. Just the stickiness of my release on my fingers and the echo of her voice still tangled in my ears.
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