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“Daddy just wants to keep you safe, Little Nightmare.”
His thick hand soothes my skin, and I squirm beneath him, desperate to feel a little friction, something more to push me over the edge. “Please,” I whimper.
“Do you want Daddy to touch you? Hmm?” he muses, stroking my ass cheek. “Is that what you want? For Daddy to finger your little hole and make you feel better?”
Holy shit. Yes. Yes, I want that.
“Please.”
“Is Daddy’s Little Nightmare turned on?” His voice is like velvet. “Are you wet, Little Nightmare?”
“Y-Yes.”
“I bet you’d let me do anything to you right now, wouldn’t you?” His guttural tone sends a wave of anticipation through me. Damn right, I’d let him do anything to me right now. Anything at all.
Then there’s the sound of him spitting, followed by wetness hitting my ass cheek.
Oh. My. God.
His finger swipes through his spittle, and he slowly trails it over my ass, between my legs, and through my slick folds.
My hands ball into fists, and I bite into my lip on a whimper when he rubs my swollen clit.
“You like that?”
A moan leaves me, and clearly, it’s the confirmation he needed because he teases my opening, prodding the tip of his thumb in and out of me.
“Daddy, please.”
“I’m fingering your little hole, Immie. How fucked up is that?”
“Please,” I pant, and his thumb works quicker inside me while his finger circles my clit.
“Do you like me fingering you?”
“Y-Yes.”
“You want Daddy’s cock to push inside you, don’t you?” he grunts.
My body tightens. “I’m going to come.” He moves quicker, and I pant louder. “I’m going to come on your fingers, Daddy.”
“Fuck, yes. Come all over them, Immie.”
When he presses down inside me, stars flash before my eyes, and my mouth falls open as a scream of pure exhilaration erupts from me. Wetness floods from my body.
“Holy fuck!” he groans.
“I came. Oh god, I came on your hand.” I pant as I come down from the most incredible orgasm ever.
“You squirted. My little nightmare squirted all over her daddy.” I hear the smile in his voice, and my cheeks flame at his words.
Then his hand is gone, and I deflate, but he wraps my hair around his fist and tugs my head up so our gazes clash. He thrusts his fingers inside my mouth, and I close my eyes and suck him in, tasting myself on his fingers.
A strangled groan leaves him, and he thrusts his hips up, causing my eyes to dart open. The tip of his cock is peeking from the waistband of his joggers. It’s leaking a pearl of pre-cum, and I moan around his fingers, imagining tasting him there.
His eyes blaze with desire before his gaze drops to my lips. “You want my thick cock in your little mouth, don’t you, Little Nightmare? You want to taste Daddy.”
He pushes deeper inside my mouth, causing me to gag, and when I glance up at him through my lashes, I revel in the way his pupils have dilated, completely locked in on my mouth.
