“Brat,” I tease her, gently squeezing her throat just to see her eyes flare wide, before, with a smirk, she reaches between us, cupping my cock in her hand and arching her brow in challenge. Testing her, I squeeze her throat, and in return, she squeezes my dick. Christ, she couldn’t be more perfect if she tried.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunts, cocking a brow in challenge.
“You want more, sweetheart? I can give you more.” I let go of her jaw and slip my hand beneath her dress, and my blood runs hot the instant my fingers brush over nothing but smooth, bare skin. “Oh… you’re such a tease,” I growl, my voice thick with need. “Walking around with nothing under this flimsy little thing… what a desperate, greedy little slut.”
Every inch of her presses into me, and I can feel the ache between us tightening, ready to snap.
“Only for you, Daddy,” she gasps as I brush my knuckles over the damp heat between her legs. Sinking two fingers inside her, I find her clit with my thumb and watch as all her cocky confidence disappears into a broken whimper, a curse, and a plea for more.
“Is that what my needy girl needed?” I ask, circling her clit now, watching a flush creep up her chest and over her throat.
“Yes,” she sobs, grinding her pussy against my hand, her hands now cupping her own tits.
“Yes, what, Lily? I’m going to need you to use your words, baby. Because I’m about to snap and fuck you right here against your door, but I need to know you want it first.” She eyes me intensely, then flutters her eyelashes as she smirks at me.
“Is that begging I hear? From BegForMe himself?” The damn sass on this girl is something else. Seconds away from coming all over my hand, and she still has enough attitude to talk back.I laugh under my breath, helpless to stop it. God help me—I love her.
“If it’s begging you want, I can give you begging,” I rasp, my voice low and rough. “But right now, I’m in control.”
Taking her clit piercing between thumb and forefinger, I pinch it just enough to make her breath hitch, then pause, holding her there—defiant eyes, trembling lips, and that perfect mix of frustration and need.
“So tell me,” I demand, “do you want this?”
“If you don’t hurry up and follow through, I’m going to take matters into my own hands. Maybe I’ll hop online and see who’s around to help me out.” It’s her taunts and that fucking smirk that snaps my control.
“You gonna be a mouthy little tease about this, Lily?” I challenge, withdrawing my hand so I can deliver a swift slap to her pussy. Her nostrils flare, pupils blown to shit as she lets out a needy, broken noise that goes straight to my dick.
“You wanna play that game?”
She bites down on her bottom lip. “And if I do?”
I groan. Fuck, she’s perfect. I pull her in for another kiss, swallowing her moans as I give her pussy another spank before slipping two fingers inside her drenched cunt.
“I know you want to be a good girl for me, sweetheart,” I soothe, letting the words drag against her skin. “Your pussy’s already giving you away, so needy it’s practically begging for relief.”
My fingers flex inside her, drawing out another of those beautiful whimpers as she arches her back, trying to get more friction where she needs it most.
“But that mouth of yours?” A slow smile ghosts my lips. “That still needs correcting.”
I lean in, voice dropping another octave. “So, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to grind that sweet cunt against my fingers just like I tell you to. You’re going to free those perfecttits and let me watch them bounce while you show me exactly how badly you need this.”
“And maybe then,” I add softly, “you’ll remember what you get when you’re a good girl for Daddy.”
Her smirk falters—just for a second—before something softer takes its place. Her breath catches, shoulders dipping as if she’s finally letting the tension go. Then she reaches up, fingers slipping under her straps and easing them down her arms.
The fabric follows, giving way inch by inch until it rests low, trapped only by my hand and the curve of her hips, baring her full, bare breasts to my hungry gaze. She’s all soft, feminine curves etched with red ink and pink jewels that drive me fucking mad. She moves slowly—no rush, no tease. Just a quiet, cautious decision. An offering.
She holds my gaze as she does it, steady and unguarded, and something in my chest gives. This isn’t Lily the camgirl playing to an audience. This is the woman beneath the mask, stepping past her defences and letting me see what she never gives away lightly.
“Christ, look at you,” I groan, leaning down to take one hard nipple into my mouth, circling my tongue around her piercing as she grinds down against my hand. As she clenches down around my digits, I pull back to soak in the sight of her.
Her head is tossed back on a moan, skin flushed with desire, wavy hair tumbling over her full chest. I could lose myself just from watching her like this. Wanting to help her over that edge, I spread some of her wetness up over her clit before circling it again, cataloguing the way her breath hitches at the sensation.
“Matt,” she says on a moan, her hand reaching out to dig into my bicep through my shirt, bracing herself as she works her hips against my hand in short, jerky movements. “I’m so close.”
“Yeah? You going to come all over my hand like a good little slut?” She nods, and I add a third finger, the desperate cry that spills from her lips at the stretch driving my own need up a notch.
“That’s my good girl. Work for it. Come all over my fingers. Then I’m going to make you come as you ride my face.”
