She sucked them clean, tongue swirling, eyes locked on mine over her shoulder. The sight of her—red ass, swollen lips wrapped around my fingers, mascara already smudged from last week’s tears—made my control fray.

I unbuckled my belt, zipper loud in the silence. My cock sprang free, heavy and leaking, the head slick with pre-cum. I fisted it once, twice, spreading the wetness, then pressed the tip against her entrance. She whimpered, pushing back, trying to take me.

“Not yet,” I said, teasing her slit with the head, coating myself in her slick. “You want Daddy’s cock? Beg for it. Tell me how bad you need it.”

“Please,” she gasped....