"Fuck. You are such a naughty girl," he whispered into my ear, his hips resuming their relentless rhythm. "Putting it right back in all by yourself. Am I that sweet?"

 

"Yes, Daddy," I breathed softly. "Just keep fucking me. Don't ever stop." I was lightyears beyond caring about the consequences. All that mattered was the thick, stretching heat filling an emptiness I had felt for so long.

 

"Don't you feel guilty?" he asked, slowing his thrusts to a teasing, agonizing grind that made me whine in protest. "Letting me fuck you right behind your mother's back?" He was testing me, pushing the boundaries of my conscience even as he continued...