breast and traces his hand down my stomach and cups my pussy.
Possessively.
Hard.
I grind into his hand, closing my eyes, but the pressure isn’t enough. I want his tongue, his cock, whatever I can get. He knows it and laughs, the arrogant bastard. “Daddy, please.” I try changing tactics, my voice low, purring, and sweet.
“Fuck, you beg so sweetly, Angel,” he groans, licking my ear. “Especially when I’m buried balls deep in you. I love the way you beg…plead…scream for me.”
“Really? I don’t remember. Why don’t you prove it?”
He laughs again. “Such a little charmer. Are you challenging me to make you scream, Angel? Because we both know all it will take is my tongue or fingers, and you’ll be screaming like a sinner.”
“Then prove it, Daddy. Prove I’m your naughty little angel,” I demand. He yanks my head back with his other hand, making my throat a long line as he narrows his eyes on me, those dark orbs hungry. He leans down and presses his lips to mine in a hard, bruising kiss before he lets go and drags his hand down my pussy.
He slips two fingers inside me. I’m soaked, and it makes him groan as he watches me, keeping me in a tight line as he fucks me with his fingers. But I want more than his hands. I want his cock, his mouth. I want him ramming into me the way I imagined every time I sat across from him at this table.
“Daddy,” I pant, lifting my hips and rolling them into his fingers. “Fuck me, right here over this table like we both imagined so many times. Like that night Justin was outside…and my foot and yours were touching under the table…your eyes on my breasts. I’d worn that tiny little crop top to try and tempt you, and God, I wished you had broken and grabbed me. Do it now. Show me exactly what you wished you could have done to me,” I plead.
He pulls his fingers from my pussy, making me whimper as he releases my head. Rounding the chair, he watches me as he sucks them clean of my juices, causing me to pant harder. I love how unashamed of his desire he is.
He kicks the chair from under me and grabs me. I’m spun and thrown onto the table. The things on top clatter to the floor, but we ignore them. He rips open my thighs and pulls the dress over my head, throwing it away. I’m naked before him, and he’s still dressed.
Why is that so dirty?
I shiver under his dark gaze as he runs it across my splayed body. Leaning back on my elbows, I part my legs wider, letting him get a good look at my wet pussy.
“I wanted to fuck you that night and every night, but that shirt…fuck, I could see your nipples through it. I wanted to rip it off and sink into your body, fuck you right there under his nose. Claim you like I wanted since I first met you. Angel, you tested my resolve, you made me feel so weak.” He leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, making me groan and arch my neck back as I clutch his head to my chest.
But he fights my hands and lifts it, his dark eyes looking at me across my body. “Do you know what I did when you left?” I shake my head, my eyes wide, heart slamming. “I fucked myself right here, screwed my hand as I remembered the way your tits bounced when you walked, the way your tight little ass moved in those shorts. The way your lips curled in mischief…the way your eyes lit up. I imagined it was your pussy I was fucking. I came all over the goddamn table, Angel.”
Leaning further down, he licks down my stomach, circling my belly button before stepping back, and I whimper with need. Smirking, he flicks open his trousers and palms his hard cock, stroking it as I watch. “Just like this.” I watch him squeeze it in his hand. “Imagining your tight young pussy beneath me. I felt so fucking dirty after, but it didn’t stop me from doing it again every single fucking day I thought about you. About the way you would writhe for me, scream for me. How much of a dirty girl you would be, loving my hard cock. Loving the way your daddy fucks you…but it doesn’t compare to reality.” Stepping between