His knuckles trailed across the sharp edges of my face, sweeping across my jaw before tumbling down my spine and tangling themselves in the waistband of my undies. With a tug, he pulled them down just enough that only my butt was exposed. Cool air swept across my heated skin.
I trembled against him. “Daddy, my cock…”
“It’s trapped inside your sticky briefs, isn't it?” He hummed. “I think I’ll leave it there for a while. It can suffer for me, can’t it?”
His words only made the mess inside my undies more imminent, and for much as I hated it, I loved it even more. A helpless whimper escaped my lips when I nodded against his chest.
Please.
“Good boy.” He pried my cheeks apart and tapped at my hole. “What’s been in here, Kitten?”
“My… my finger.”
“Just one?”
I nodded again.
Words were hard. My brain couldn't seem to compute letters—it couldn’t seem to doanythingbut surrender to the pleasure bubbling inside my belly.
A finger probed at my lips. “I love the way you look suckling me, Kitten. Open a little wider and take Daddy’s finger too.”
I captured it with my teeth first before following his instructions and sucking it into my mouth. The tip of it hit the back of my throat, and I gagged around his nipple. The sound of my struggles made Daddy groan. His pleasure sounded a lot like praise, and I doubled down on my efforts, hollowing my cheeks.
Tears escaped the corners of my eyes, and he kissed them away while he fucked my throat with his finger. The juxtaposition between the two actions made my head spin.
“Are you doing okay, Kitten?” I panicked when he began to pull his finger from my mouth.No.I clamped down on it with my teeth and sucked it back into my throat.
I was doingamazing.
I didn’t know what kind of tears were cresting over the curve of my cheeks but I knew they were good ones. I was weightless, though I knew if I tried to move my limbs, it’d be a futile, useless attempt.
“You are perfect, Kitten. A fucking dream.” I squirmed against him. “Open up now and give Daddy back his finger.”
My jaw loosened.
“Good boy. Daddy’s gonna make you feel good.”
“Please.” I begged, curling into him. He pushed the tip of his finger inside of me, but it wasn’t enough.“Daddy!”
“Fuck my finger.”
“Wh… what?”
“Rock your hips and fuck my finger. When you’re ready, I’ll give you two.”
Tightening the grip I had on his chest, I rocked backward, gasping against his skin when I felt his finger inch deeper inside me.
“There you go, Kitten. Just like that.”
Every square inch of my skin burned with need. The heat was enough to blow me to pieces, and for a moment I worried I’d explode. Daddy’s finger was a lot bigger than mine, and I knew the fullness was something I’d become addicted to—something I’d want forever and ever and ever.
I moved faster, rolling my hips each time I propelled backward. My cock punched at the cotton that caged it, leaking with every stroke of Daddy’s finger. “More, Daddy. Please.”
His finger slipped free, and before I could even begin to feel empty, there were two pressing inside of me.ohmygod.Pain barreled through me in the same instant pleasure did, and I wasn’t sure which was more prominent when I thrust backward, forcing both of those fingers all the way inside of me.
“Slow down, Kitten. I need to lube you up.”
No.