“Look how beautiful you are, Jade,” I rasped into the empty condo. “Touch yourself for daddy. Show him what you like.” The scratchy tone in my voice was hardly recognizable.
“Yes!” she started to whimper, and I was so fucking glad I had sound in her place, too. “Good god!” Her head tipped back, and I watched her other hand slip up toward her face, then a finger slip inside her mouth like she was trying to stifle her noises.
“Never hold back,” I growled at the screen as if she could hear me. “Give me a show. Show me. Let daddy hear you,” I growled into my empty home.
“Oh yeah! Just like that, Daddy,” she whimpered, and my hand stilled. “More, please,” she cried out like she hadn’t just catapulted my heart into fucking orbit.Daddy.She had called out for me. Was she thinking about me? The man who had hidden in the shadows and made her put on a show?
Just like that, Daddy. Just like that, Daddy.Her words bounced around in my head over and over again. Those would be the exact words I’d coax out of her when I finally had her in my bed.
My head hit the back of the couch, and my hand picked up speed. Jade shimmed out of her little sleep shorts, making my mouth water at the sight.
My sweet baby girl was bare beneath her little sleep clothes. Her pussy glistened with her essence coating her little lips. My breathing changed as my chest rose and fell harder. Heavier. Need like I had never felt flowed through me, making me feel like I was about to fucking implode.
“Come for me, baby girl,” I grunted.
“Did you like me dancing for you, Daddy?” she whimpered, arching her back against the couch. Her leg rose and hooked onto the back of the couch.
“I was so wet for you,” she panted.
“So wet and needy.” I swallowed.
“I wanted you to touch me. I would have let you do anything,” she kept talking as if she wasn’t all alone in her living room, cluelessly putting on a show for me.
Just the sight of her imagining I was on the couch next to her, watching her, and having her eyes on daddy had me on edge, but knowing she was thinking about me? That she’d been wet as she danced for me?
I was on a hair trigger now.
She’d been soaked on the ground just a few feet from me, and the knowledge of it made me grit my teeth. It made me feelpossessive. The thing inside me wanted to pounce on her and drag her down to my condo and take her completely.
“Please,” she whined. Her soft moans were the melody that made my heart sing. A song I wanted to listen to every morning, noon, and night for the rest of my life with what a greedy bastard I was. I would never get enough of her. I knew that deep down to the marrow or my bones and every molecule that made me who I was. My sweet obsession belonged to me just like I belonged to her.
“Oh, oh, Daddy!” she moaned. I watched, fully captivated, as ecstasy washed through her. My own release immediately erupted, coating my hand with my spend as she came hard, her thighs shaking and body convulsing.
All just a floor above me.
The sight of pleasure marking her face and the soft ethereal look of peace that followed made me come a second time, leaving me sweaty, panting, and fucking filthy.
I stayed where I was, my imagination running wild with how it would happen in real life.Soon. Soon, I wouldn’t just be imagining her legs on my lap after we both gave one another a show. No.Soon, it will be a reality.One where after the two of us came and the living room smelled like sex and forever, she would smile at me still lying on her back as I rubbed her feet.
She would look at me sweetly, maybe even almost shyly, before gaining the strength to stand, making me follow her into the shower, where I would make sure to make a mess of her.
But then again, Jade could walk me straight down to the pits of hell, and I wouldn’t blink a damn eye if it meant she would smile at me like she had after she came.
I would do it happily.
There wasn’t a damn thing daddy would ever deny her.
FIVE
JADE
I twisted and turned in bed.
My body was completely restless.
That feeling of being watched, of someone’s eyes on me, wouldn’t be ignored. Even in that half-sleep, half-conscious place. I groggily sat up and sighed. My room was hot, and I was sweating. Again. My body protested every movement, and when I flexed my feet, they ached. But that was nothing new.
Not when I wore stilettos like it was my nine-to-five job.
