“I see.” Running his hand up her bare thigh, he cupped her aching ass and squeezed. “Does that mean you’re not in the mood for… more than cuddling?”
Need slammed into her, making her clit throb and her pussy weep. “But I was naughty.”
“You were.” Fingers stroking her inflamed skin, he moved his hand over her bottom. “You were a very naughty Little girl. And Daddy put you over his knee and spanked you until your bottom was red and hot and you were a very, very sorry baby. Isn’t that right, Sammie-girl?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“But now it’s all over and you’re ready to be Daddy’s good girl again, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my girl. Lay on your back and let Daddy take care of you.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. Wiggling off his lap, she stretched out on the couch beside him, letting her legs fall open while his hungry gaze raked over her.
“My pretty baby,” he crooned, settling between her thighs and pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin just above her knee.“Daddy can’t wait to taste you again. Are you going to be a good girl and come all over Daddy’s tongue, baby?”
“God, yes. Please, Daddy, please.”
“Good girl.”
With that, he buried his face in her aching pussy, sending pleasure arcing through her veins as he feasted.
“Daddy!” Fingers tangling in his hair, she arched up, pressing her clit more firmly against his tongue as soft whimpers slipped from her lips. “Daddy, please. I need… I need…”
In response, he pushed two fingers inside her, stretching her a bit but not nearly enough. Everything in her craved him, craved the way he filled her.
Then he curled his fingers and her mind fractured, overcome by sensation. “Oh, god. Oh, god. Daddy, please. Please, please, please.”
She was trembling there on the precipice, ready to go flying at any moment when a voice shattered the spell her Daddy had woven around them, yanking her back from the edge as horror filled her chest.
“Mom?”
Chapter Eighteen
Dylan
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Shock froze him in place as his mind scrambled to make sense of what he was hearing. Because it couldn’t be Ethan, his best friend, who’d just walked in to see Dylan buried face first in his mother’s cunt. Surely the universe wasn’t that spiteful.
“Mom, what the fuck?”
Okay, maybe he was wrong and the universe was actually a petty bitch.
Fuck.
“Ethan. Oh, god.” Shoving at Dylan’s head, Samantha scrambled to sit up. Panic filled her eyes and her voice as she tugged at her shirt, clearly trying to cover herself up. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same question. And is that…Dylan?”
Well, there was no hiding from it, so he might as well face his friend head-on. Sitting up, Dylan snagged Samantha’s panties from the floor where they’d fallen during her spanking and passed them to her. “Hey, Ethan. We, ah, didn’t know you were coming for a visit.”
Standing just a few feet from the couch, looking utterly, spectacularly stunned, Ethan looked from Dylan to his mother and back again. And Dylan’s stomach twisted into a knot as his best friend’s expression contorted into one of pure rage.
“You fuckingasshole. Is this why you took that internship? So you could play fuckboy with mymother?”
“It’s not like that, Ethan, I swear.” The fuckboy part, anyway. He’d been on the nose with his accusation that Dylan had taken the internship to be close to Samantha.
