“Oh fuck,” he muttered, low and disgusted and hungry all at once. “You are soaked, Lily.”
The way he said my name almost made me cry. My whole body clenched up like it wanted to fold itself into his palm and stay there forever.
My hips jerked toward his hand without my permission. I wasn’t in control anymore. Not of my body. Not of my breath. Not of my thoughts. I was shaking and dripping and dying under the sound of his voice.
“You’re fucking wet for Daddy aren’t you?” he asked, and it wasn’t really a question. He already knew. His fingers rubbed slow and mean across the soaked fabric, like he wanted to punish me for it. And maybe I deserved it. Maybe I deserved every filthy thing he was thinking about doing to me.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even nod. I just made a sound-something between a moan and a whimper-as his fingers slipped lower.
He didn’t pause. He didn’t hesitate. He pushed the fabric aside like it was nothing and. touched me bare. Skin to skin. Right on the mess between my folds.
I lost it.
My head hit the wall. My mouth dropped open. I grabbed his wrist like I was trying to stop him and pull him closer at the same time. My knees buckled. I was dizzy and horny and ruined from just his fingers.
“Oh fuck. You little girl,” he said into my ear, so close his breath hit my neck and made my whole spine arch.
“You’re dripping. You’re fucking dripping, you needy little thing. You want Daddy’s cock that badly? You’re this wet just from hearing me say what you can’t have?”
I tried to answer. I really did. But the words caught in my throat like a sob and came out as a broken moan. He rubbed his fingers through the it again, slower this time, tracing the mess he’d made me into like he was mapping out my shame.
Then he found my clit. Oh Fuck I’m gonna cum.
**Lily-
He found my clit.
And I swear I almost screamed. My whole body jolted like I’d been plugged into a live wire, and I had to slap my hand over my mouth to stop the noise that tore out of me.
It was too much. Too good. Too hot. The way his finger pressed against that aching little spot..right there, right on the bundle of nerves that had been pulsing for him since the moment he opened his mouth..made me go absolutely blank.
I forgot how to stand. I forgot how to think. My knees wobbled. My thighs clenched.
My nipples turned to stone under my dress, and I swear I felt a fresh gush of slick spill out of me, soaking the panties that were already a lost cause.
His touch wasn’t soft. It wasn’t teasing.It was fucking slow.
He rubbed.
One circle.
Then another.
Just enough pressure to make my back arch and my breath catch and my lips part in a gasp so desperate it barely sounded human.
My hand grabbed his forearm before I could stop myself.
Not to pull him away..God, no. But just to hold onto something.
Because I was slipping. I was drowning in it. Every rub sent a lightning bolt straight to my brain. Every drag of his finger made my pussy clench with need so sharp I almost cried.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice right in my ear like he was speaking straight into my bloodstream. “You like Daddy’s fingers on your filthy little clit?”
I nodded.
I was past the point of shame. Past the point of pretending. I wanted to beg. I wanted to drop to my knees and sob into his thigh and thank him for even touching me like that.
My body wasn’t just reacting..it was breaking. My thighs were trembling so hard I could barely stand, and the worst part was knowing I was about to cum. Just from this.
Just from his fingers. Just from the circles he was drawing like he already knew my body better than I did.
“You’re dripping,” he growled, his finger slowing down just enough to make my breath stutter in my chest. “You’re fucking soaked. You were made to be ruined, weren’t you, little girl?”
I nodded again. Fast. Frantic. Every nerve in my body was begging him to keep going.
Every thought I’d ever had about him felt pale compared to this..this filthy pressure building inside me, this knot winding tighter and tighter as his finger rubbed slow, devastating circles right over my clit. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t enough. It was perfect.
“Do you even know how close you are?” he whispered. “You’re about to cum all over my hand just from this, aren’t you? Just from one little touch. One dirty little rub. Pathetic.”
I didn’t even care. I didn’t care if he called me names. I didn’t care if he laughed while I fell apart. I wanted it. I needed it.
My hips started moving without me even realizing it, rocking into his hand like my body was trying to fuck his fingers, desperate for more friction, more pressure, more..just more.
And then he stopped.
He fucking stopped.
He pulled his hand back slowly, the pads of his fingers dragging against my slick skin, collecting all the wetness I had no control over, and the loss of contact made me whimper.
My clit was still throbbing. My pussy was still clenched and desperate, aching so badly I wanted to scream.
I was right there. Right on the edge. One more rub and I would’ve been gone. I would’ve cum hard. Loud. Shamefully.
But he didn’t let me.
He brought his hand to his mouth instead. His fingers glistened. They were soaked in me. Dripping. Coated.
Then he sucked them.
One finger. Then two.
Slowly.
Greedily.
While staring into my eyes like he was tasting the most forbidden thing in the fucking world and loving every second of it.
“This won’t happen again,” he said, licking his lips like I was still on his tongue. “You hear me?
I was still panting. My heart was pounding in my ears. My thighs were slick and shaking and my clit felt like it was still being touched even though it wasn’t. I wanted to scream. Cry. Cum. Anything.
But I didn’t move.
Because I couldn’t.
“Now go to the lounge,” he ordered, as casually as if he hadn’t just fingered me within seconds of orgasm and then left me to suffer with it.
“Get yourself a drink. Wipe your face. Clean that mess between your legs. And make sure no one sees you dripping down your thighs, little girl.”
Just like that.
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