Page 34 of R for Rough

Shivers.

He teased his tongue along mine, and I was ready to crawl up on his lap. I wanted him so much. Last night, I’d only beenallowed to suck him off a single time—no fucking or anything. So I was starved for more.

I pouted into a kiss, ready to beg. “Can’t you fuck me alittle, Daddy?”

He hummed and ghosted two fingers over my opening. “I’m not sure that’s wise. Before we know it, you’re pleading to come, and I won’t be able to deny you when I’m about to fill you up.”

Oh fuck.He couldn’t talk all dirty and expect me to back down!

“I fail to see the problem.” I brushed my fingers through his chest hair and nibbled on his bottom lip. “I’ll have you know I can come multiple times in a day.”

“Mmm, but I like seeing you suffering, baby.”

Well, crap.

“Plus—” He gripped my chin and made me look him in the eye. “I love seeing you this way, desperate and needy for Daddy.”

Sadist!

Even with my bestest puppy-dog look, I couldn’t convince him.

I had to switch tactics. If we couldn’t get off together, the next best thing was to gethimoff.

“But what about you?” I slid a hand down his front, very slowly, and met him in another tongue-teasing kiss. “Wouldn’t it be nice with a release? I want to make you feel good.”

He didn’t respond right away, instead deepening our kiss. He didn’t stop me either, when I gently stroked my hand over his cock. He was already half hard, and I totally wanted to suck on him.

Actually…

I felt my cheeks heat up as a fantasy flooded my brain, one I’d gotten off to more times than I could count since I’d first met Griffin Lawson.

“I wanna watch you, Daddy,” I whispered. “I wanna see how you do it when you’re alone.”

A low, rumbling sound emanated from his chest, and he was getting harder by the second.

“I’ve fantasized about that so many times,” I admitted. “Like, I’d walk in on you in the bathroom at work or somewhere else, and we’d lock eyes while you stroked yourself. You wouldn’t stop. You’d just stare at me like a predator and keep going.”

Daddy cursed under his breath and covered my hand with his, applying pressure. I squeezed his cock, and he kissed me hungrily for a hot second before he inched back.

“I have a similar fantasy about you,” he murmured. “Only, I definitely interrupt, and I teach you how to do it properly.”

Oh God, I wanted to do that!

“Can’t we do that, please?” I begged.

He smirked faintly and removed my hand from his cock. Such a bummer! “Another time,” he replied. Then he pushed down his boxer briefs enough to reveal his cock, and I lost my fucking words.

I had nothing left to say. Poof, gone. I just stared as he began stroking himself unhurriedly.

I couldn’t look away to save my life. It was his cock, how long and thick he was, how his hand moved, and the tendons in his forearm. The slow pace, how he swiped the pad of his thumb over the slit, and the faint ridges along the length.

“What happens when Daddy comes in your fantasy?”

I swallowed dryly. “Sometimes nothing. Sometimes he asks if I wanna taste. That’s my favorite.”

I guessed I could talk after all.

Daddy exhaled and gripped himself tighter.

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