"Please, what?"
The burning hand print stopped my squirming, but the growl sent shivers of anticipation down my spine. He would give me what I wanted, but I had to say it loud enough for him to hear.
I moaned, "Please fuck me!"
My head jerked back, my hair now wrapped in his hand, "Please fuck me, what?"
He did the eyebrow quirk. He knew my buttons. He was pushing them deliberately. I couldn't help myself, I started to hump the little space between our bodies.
"Sir. Please fuck me, Sir!"
His hand twisted, "No, not Sir."
I gasped. Tonight wasn't about me and my desires. It was his.
I mewled between breaths; my heartbeat was loud in my ears, my own need screaming.
I didn't wait for him to ask again. I needed his cock buried deep in me and he needed me to say the magic words.
"Fuck me, please...Daddy!"
He smiled his heart-melting smile, "Now that? That I can do." It was more than my heart reduced to liquid; my pussy contracted and a new flood washed down my thighs. I was so close....
No comments:
Post a Comment