"Tell me what you want to do to me," I whispered, my hand working him from base to tip. "Tell me your fantasies. The things you've thought about late at night when Mom's asleep beside you."

His eyes snapped open, blazing with desire. "You really want to know?"

"Every filthy detail."

He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to look up at him. "I've thought about fucking this pretty mouth until you're gagging and crying. About bending you over every surface in this house and making you scream. About filling your pussy so many times you're overflowing with my cum. About making you call me Daddy...