Slowly, I crawled to where he stood making sure to add emphasis to the sway of my hips.

And all the while, his eyes never left me—

Till I stopped.

“Take off my shirt,” Henry whispered, his voice thick with lust.

“Yes, Daddy.”

My fingers reached for the bottom of his shirt, sliding it over his head.

My mouth watered, my gaze hungry at the sight of him.

“My trousers,” Henry ordered.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I unfastened his belt first, before easing his zip down.

My eyes locked onto his rigid cock first.

As if it had a mind of its own, it twitched lightly.

My nipples hardened.

“Rosie…” Henry drawled,...