“Can’t sleep?” he mused.
“I wonder why,” I grumbled in the dark.
“If you need anything, just ask,” he said, cupping my breast.
“Some warm milk would be nice,” I said, grinning under the cover of darkness.
But then he pushed the covers off and moved to leave.
“No. I was joking,” I said, grabbing his hand from my breast.
He chuckled and settled back down.
Fine. He’d called my bluff.
“You know what I need,” I huffed.
“All you need to do is ask, Princess.”
I never used to initiate sex, but Asher was playful. He made everything easier.
“Please may I ride your dick, Daddy?”
Silence.
I almost reached for Pandora.
“Your rib. Too much effort,” he grunted.“How about if I ride you?”
I was still considering the logistics when he moved away and rolled me to my side.
His hands pulled me up until I realised what kind of ride he meant. He moved behind me and began to massage my buttocks, his fingers reaching places that made me blush. I dragged Pandora to my pillow and placed my head beside her.
“See? All you need to do is ask, Princess,” he murmured as his fingers dipped between my thighs.
There was no hiding what I needed.
None whatsoever.
His fingers circled my clit and I pushed back.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Here it comes, Princess,” he whispered.
It was hot and hard. The thick head parted me. My eyes fluttered shut. Somehow it seemed more illicit in the darkness.
I whispered his name.
He began to fill me up, but then paused to rock his hips. Small, shallow movements. When I tried to push back, he held me still.
“Beg for it, Princess. Show me how much you need it.”
I shuffled on the pillows, my breasts grazing across the soft sheets. His fingers moved between my thighs again.
“Please,” I gasped.“Please, Daddy, I need it. I need you inside me.”
He moved, his hips rocking harder, dragging that heavy cock back and forth.
