His fingers were right there. Right over my thong. That stupid wet piece of string clinging to my p***y like it was the only barrier between me and being ruined forever.
He touched it.
Just one finger.
Not even inside.
Just a single teasing stroke over the center.
I gasped.
My knees gave out again and I clutched his shirt like I was going to f*****g die if he didn’t finish it.
But he didn’t.
He pulled his hand back.
And sniffed his fingers.
Sniffed them.
Like he was testing how wet I really was.
His eyes darkened even more.
“Dripping” he murmured.
“Just from a little tease. You’re dripping like a b***h in heat”
My whole face flushed. Shame and lust hit me at once.
“I can smell you” he said, voice low.
“You know that? I could smell that pretty little cunt from the second you said Daddy”
I whimpered. I didn’t know what to do. Where to put my hands. My whole body was a mess. My breasts were heaving. My thighs were trembling.
He pushed the strap of my dress down. Then the other.
My chest spilled out.
I didn’t even try to stop him.
My n*****s were hard. Tight. Pink and needy and begging for attention.
He took one in his mouth.
I screamed.
It was so sudden. So hot.
His teeth grazed my n****e before his tongue flicked it. Then he bit. Not gentle. Not soft. Enough to make my p***y contract hard.
He sucked.
His mouth was wet and rough and so f*****g good.
He didn’t stop.
He switched to the other. Bit it. Rolled it with his tongue. Flicked it. Pulled it with his lips until I was moaning and gasping and holding onto his head like I’d fall apart if he stopped.
“Such sensitive t**s” he muttered.
“You moan like a slut every time I touch them”
He pinched one. Hard.
I cried out.
My cunt clenched.
I could feel my panties sticking even more now. Probably transparent. Probably soaked through.
“You like this” he growled.
“You like my mouth on your t**s. You want my c**k in your mouth next”
“Please”
I begged.
“I don’t care. I’ll do anything. Just touch me again. Please Damon. Please. I’m dying. I swear I can’t take this anymore”
He smiled. Slow. Dangerous.
“You’re gonna beg louder than that when I’m inside you”
I whined.
Actually whined like a toy that was being turned too tight.
He sucked my n****e again. Deeper. Slower.
Then he pulled the thong aside. Not down. Just to the side.
Heat Of The Moment
His fingers touched bare skin.
He groaned.
“You’re soaked”
I nodded frantically.
“Yes. I told you. I told you I was wet. I told you I was dripping. I need you. I need your fingers. Your c**k. I don’t care where we are. I don’t care who sees. Just do something. Please Damon. I’m not playing anymore. Please. I’ll say it. I’ll say whatever you want. I’ll call you Daddy. I’ll be your slut. Just make it stop. Make it better. Please”
He slid one finger over my bare slit.
Then another.
Then he stopped.
Pulled back again.
No.
No.
“No”
I gasped.
“Why-why are you stopping. Damon please. Please don’t do this. Don’t tease me like this I’m begging you. You’re f*****g killing me”
“Good” he said coldly.
“Because I’m not done making you suffer yet”
He pulled my dress back up. Covered my t**s. Tucked the strap back on my shoulder like nothing had happened.
I stood there.
Destroyed.
My n*****s were raw. My cunt was slick and swollen and ruined. My whole body was on fire and he was just standing there with a f*****g smirk.
“You’re not coming tonight until I say so” he whispered in my ear.
“And when you do… you’re going to cry”
I moaned.
Shameless. f*****g loud.
I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t care.
He turned and walked away again.
“Get in the car” he said.
“What the f**k!”
“Don’t you f*****g do this to me Damon”
I stumbled after him. My thighs were stuck together. My whole cunt was throbbing. My dress was clinging to my body like a second skin. My n*****s were still wet from his f*****g mouth and every step I took felt like torture.
“Damon”
I called out, my voice cracking like my restraint.
“Damon what the f**k”
He didn’t answer.
He didn’t even look at me.
He reached the car first. Yanked the passenger door open. Slammed it shut with so much force it made the entire vehicle rock.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.