CHAPTER 4: DEVOUR ME, DADDY

SIDNEY'S POV

I try, forcing my fingers to move at the pace he's setting instead of the frantic rhythm my body craves.

Circle. Circle. Circle.

My hips want to buck and grind and chase more pressure, but I make myself go slow, make myself obey.

"That's it," he says, and there's a rough edge to his voice now, like he's holding something back, like watching me is affecting him more than he wants to admit. "Now a little faster. Just a little."

I speed up and the pleasure starts coiling deeper, stronger, that familiar tightening in my core building into something more focused and intense...