"You want it?" he growled, his thumb finding my clit and bearing down with a bruising pressure. "You want Daddy to fill you up with his cream?"

 

"Yes! Please, Daddy! Give it to me! I want it so fucking bad," I begged, my eyes rolling back in my head as he relentlessly worked me over. I was shaking, completely lost in his forbidden heat, knowing full well that Mom could walk back into the dining room at any second and catch us in the middle of our dirty little secret. 

 

But the risk only made it hotter. It made me want to scream his name until the whole neighborhood could...