“Did you like how she felt?” he asks.
My core tightens at the memory. “You know I did.”
I’m not shy when it comes to my sexuality. I find both men and women sexy, but this man? Everyone I’ve ever been with pales in comparison.
“That’s it, baby girl. Roll that hot pussy all over me. Get me nice and wet.”
Each metal rung of his piercings teases my clit as I gyrate over him. When he flicks my nipple with his tongue, liquid gushes between my thighs.
He hums in approval. “Fuck yes, baby girl. Squirt all over me. I wanna lick up every drop and then fuck you until every person in this house knows whose slut you are.”
I whine. I’m a hussy for a dirty mouth, but call me a whore, and I’m on my knees in a second.
I’m sure a psychologist would have a field day with my brain, but I’d rather play with Camden Snow.
“You like that, baby girl? You like being Daddy’s little whore?”
He clutches my hips, bringing my clit down on that pubic piercing, and bites down on my nipple and tugs. With a single thrust, he causes spots to dance in my vision. And with two more, along with those deliciously dirty words, I fall apart, coming hard, a scream ripping from my throat.
I’m still pulsing around absolutely nothing when he flips me onto my back and slides down my body until his shoulders are wedged between my thighs.
“Look at you, spasming for me.” He peers up at me, blue eyes blazing. “You’re aching, aren’t you, baby girl? Need Daddy to kiss it better?”
I nod violently. Fuck yes. I need his mouth on me more than I need my next breath.
Holding my gaze, he lowers his face and presses the lightest of kisses against me.
My legs quiver beneath his touch, the heat in my core once again burning hot.
“Don’t you dare close those eyes.” His words have barely registered when his tongue meets my sex and he licks inside me. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
Groaning, he covers me completely with his mouth, sucking and licking like he can’t get enough.
I writhe beneath him, entranced by not only the feel of him, but by his sounds and the pure desire bleeding from him. He closes his eyes, wearing a look of pure ecstasy, like he’s enjoying every second of this.
With a shaky exhale, I drop my head back. Holy shit. I don’t know that I’ll survive this.
The first slap takes me by surprise. A sharp, pleasurable pain.
I whip my head up, catching the moment he smacks my clit a second time.
“Did I say you could close your eyes?”
“N-no,” I stammer, squirming beneath him. Not because I want to escape the pain, but because I want him to do it again.
“Look at you gushing for me. You love what I’m doing, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please don’t stop.”
The smirk he gives me is almost evil. With a hand hovering above my aching center, he stares me down. “Are you going to keep those eyes open for me?”
I nod.
“Don’t make me punish you again. You won’t like what I do next time.” He spears me with two fingers and thrusts violently. I jolt upward, unprepared for the roughness, but within seconds, I’m moaning and chasing my second orgasm.
“Squirt for me, baby girl. Feed Daddy, and then I’ll give you my cock.”
I explode. It’s not rational. Every time he says that word, though—Daddy—I gush. He clamps down on that bundle of nerves and sucks until the spots in my vision overlap and I nearly black out.
