Page 19 of Such a Naughty Girl

‘Yes,’she sighed, wriggling against me.

‘Your fingers feel nice, don’t they?’

Izzy squirmed, her lips scraping my jaw as she twisted. ‘Yours feel better.’

The dirty littlecomplimenthit me in my stomach. I craved more of her desire. Izzy was a fucking drug.

‘Daddy’s going to give you a finger. Just one. Take it like a good girl, okay?’

‘Yes, Daddy,’she whimpered, her fingers moving quicker over her tender flesh.

Reaching low, I worked my middle finger around her entrance, gathering up her silken wetness.Deliberately, I held off from pressing into her,delightingin the way she tried to press against it.

‘Tell me you need it, Izzy. Tell me you want to have my finger in your cunt. Say it.’My voice dipped to a growl.

‘I want it, please?’

‘Want what?’I grinned, biting her neck until she gave a delicious squeak.

‘Your finger in my cunt.’

The cuss word from her mouth was filthy. I inched into her, feeling the hot walls of her pussycontractingtoaccommodateme. Just the tip. It’s all she needed.

With her fingers furiously attacking her clit, she came sobeautifullyin my lap. Body writhing. Throat filled with lusty moans. Her tight cunt clamping on the tip of my finger.

Pulling my finger from her, I lifted it to her mouth.

‘Clean it, Princess.’

She didn’t hesitate, her tongue darting out to capture her essence from my skin. A wave of jealousy hit me. I wanted it. Grabbing her face, I turned it to me and licked the wetness from her lips. She shuddered at the invasion, but let me continue.

It wasn’t enough.

Pushing her forward, I pulled her ass up to my chest, her legs flailing until I rested her knees on either side of my face.

‘What are you doing?’She gasped.

‘Having a midnight snack,’I grunted, wrapping my arms around her waist and tugging her against my face.

She was heaven on my tongue. Salty, sweet, silken. I sucked her clit between my teeth, going at her like a man starved.

My dirty little feast.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

IZZY

Emmett’s mouth fastened over me, his tongue lashing against my clitoris. It should have disgusted me. Instead, heat blossomed from the pleasure he stroked into me. Still sensitive from my waning orgasm, I wriggled and writhed to free myself of the touch. Emmett held me firm against his face, his strong armstighteningaround my hips.

The blanket pressed hard into my face, blood rushing to my head with my upside-down position.

Utterly at mercy to theministrationsof his glorious mouth.

The strokes of his fingers had been heavenly, but the hot, wet sensation of his tongue and lips drove any sense right out of my head.

I’d let him keep me just toexperienceit again.

Gripping the blanket in my fists, I let out ungodly sounds. Throaty moans and pathetic whispers.

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