"Good girl," he chuckles, running a hand down my bare spine. He gives me only a few seconds of reprieve, and then he resumes pistoning me once more. "Jesus, baby, you're dripping all over the sheets. I wonder if I could make you squirt for me, angel, hm? I wanna finger-fuck you until you spray juice all over yourself."

I moan, loud and shameless, at the idea of that.

Still, I have a few more surprises in store for my sweet daddy, so I can't get too distracted.

After my heart stops trying to beat its way out of my chest, I reach back with shaking fingers and pull my...