Page 11 of Such a Naughty Girl

‘No? In that case, I’llstoptouching you and finish myself off.’

‘Please!’Hesitation marred her plea, her face blooming red. ‘Pleasedon’tstop.’

‘Say it,’ I growled.

‘Please make me come on your fingers… Daddy.’

The word set off a series of fireworks in my head, unlocking something deep and dirty down in my stomach.

‘Come for Daddy, Izzy,’ I growled, twisting my fingers against her swollen clit.

CHAPTER SEVEN

IZZY

Great thrumming pleasure tortured me from the working of Emmett’s fingers.

I hated it.

My stomach growled loudly, as if reminding me why I was spreading my legs and letting thedisgustingman grind against me.

It's a physiological response. That's all.

Repeating the thought didn’t slow the bubbling need Emmett sent coursing through me.

A whimper tumbled from my lips, and I buried my face further into my forearms, trying to hide from my shame.

Images of his fat penis in my hand kept attacking me with sharp, angry stabs. It had been one thing to have it at arm's length, but Emmett jutted the thing against me, forcing more swirls of awful desire to filter through me.

I called him Daddy.

I begged him to make me come.

And I could no longer fight the waves ofelectricitycrashing into me.

I hated that he knew how to use my body to elicit the response he wanted.

‘Oh gosh,’I moaned, tears mingling with sweat against my sticky arms. Hot shame stabbed at me as my insides coiled tight, a twisting, roiling storm to rival the one which stranded me with Emmett. ‘It’s happening.’

‘Let it take over. You’re almost there. Your sweet cunt is vibrating against my dick, and I’m going to come with you. That’s how fucking hot you are making me.’

Emmett grunted as he picked up his pace, his hardness punishing against me. The painful grinding only served to send me over the edge, his manly groans my undoing.

Screwing my eyes shut, I bit into my arm to stop myself from screaming. I couldn’t fight the way my body reacted, but I could avoid giving him thesatisfactionof hearing what he’d done to me.

A few seconds later, it all faded intoinsignificance. Pleasure bloomed between my thighs and wiped my mind clean of any other thoughts. The howling winddisappeared. There was nothing but Emmett’s solid cock and hismanipulativefingers, and the addictive pleasure flooding me from head to toe.

‘Look at you,’Emmett groaned. ‘A perfect slut for Daddy.’

I couldn’t utter a response.

This is what I’d been missing?

Emmett’s thrusts made the orgasm roll out until I felt weak; until at last he let out a deep moan, a warm wetness covering my panties’ crotch.

‘I should scoop this up and stuff it inside your cunt,’he panted against my neck.

‘Yes, Daddy,’I whispered, all sense havingtemporarilyabsconded. My thighs tensedrhythmicallyin pleasure-coatedaftershocks. It took afew moments for some semblance of sense to restore. ‘No. You can’t. I’m not on birth control. Plus, you could have STDs.’

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