He reached down with his free hand. Rough fingers shoved the leg of my shorts aside, found my clit through the soaked cotton. He rubbed hard—once, twice. I jerked, muffled cry vibrating around his cock as he shoved back in. My pussy spasmed. Fresh wetness soaked his fingers. He laughed again.

“See?” He pressed two fingers against my entrance through the fabric—pushing, not inside yet, just teasing. “Soaked like a little slut who’s been waiting for daddy to collect.”

I moaned around him—broken, desperate. My hands stopped pushing. They slid up his thighs, fingers curling into the denim, holding on as he started fucking my face in earnest. Long, deep...