Pinned against him, my back molded to his chest, a muscled forearm sat heavily across my shoulders. He hooked his ankle around mine and wrenched my legs apart. I braced myself for the pain I was about to receive.
My eyes flew open at the featherlight touch across my mound, then my slit. I whimpered with anticipation, spreading my free leg wider. His caress so soft I immediately yearned for more.
He teased and taunted with the gentlest strokes.
My breath came in small huffs and gasps, wondering when he would -
He circled my clit, slowly, with the patience I've come to love and dread. No need to hurry, he had all night. In response, I bucked my hips, eager for more.
Gentle swirls across my soaked center were at odds with the steely arm crushing my body to his. The harder I fought against both, the worse it all became.
I gasped for breath while holding onto his arm like a life preserver. I sought the torturous, swirling fingertip, even as the mounting desire curled my toes and the slowness of his movements warned of a tidal wave on the horizon.
Driven to madness, I barely managed a broken, "Please may I come, Daddy?" The words so stilted, he made me repeat them over and over again before I screeched them out through tears.
I exploded into a million tiny pieces. Stars swam in the blackness of eyes squeezed shut. I dragged in great gulps of air when I remembered to breathe again. My body lurched and bucked, held in place only by his arm across my shoulders.
Before I could catch my breathe, I heard a dark chuckle followed by, "Again."
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