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Their bedroom was on the other side of the house, but they still had to walk up the same stairs to get to the top floor.

“I want you to watch me, Dove. Keep those eyes on me while you fuck yourself. God, baby…my dick is so damn hard.”

I tried to imagine his voice to be as low and mysterious as Riggs’s, but just thinking about him helped me move closer toward an orgasm.

I really needed a real cock inside of me soon.

“Deeper, baby. I want you to fuck yourself deeper and harder. Fuck…I can see all your juices coming out of that sweet pussy,” he muttered, rubbing his cock faster and pulling at his balls by gripping them tighter.

“Oh, yes, Daddy,” I moaned, throwing my head back into the pillow and biting down on my bottom lip to stop myself from being too loud.

I had to get myself under control before Della or Dad would hear me.

That’s the last thing I wanted, but being heard by Riggs would be so bad.

To keep myself from moaning too loudly, I pushed three fingers of my left hand into my mouth and started to suck on them, imagining them being Rigg’s hard, thick cock.

I wondered what he tasted like.

What his cum tasted like.

I wanted him to come on my face, tits, stomach, pussy. Anywhere he pleased.

Because just from our short but intense interaction we had in the kitchen I knew he was a dirty man.

Maybe even dirtier than Garett who liked to drink and swallow his own piss and cum.

I didn’t kink shame, and to be honest, some of those kinks turned me on as well.

Maybe more when I watched instead of participating, but seeing others push their limits, like the first time I told Garett I’d enjoy watching him drink his own urine, did something to me.

I wondered if Riggs had boundaries.

He didn’t seem like the type of guy who would shy away from anything when it came to sex, and maybe one day I’d find out about everything he liked.

My legs started to tense, and I pulled my fingers out of my mouth to place them on one of my nipples again, circling it while pushing the dildo deeper into my pussy.

“Keep going, baby. Daddy wants to see you come. Make me proud, baby. Show Daddy just how much you like to be fucked hard.”

His groans got louder and I was happy to have made the decision to put my headphones in.

I felt the tingles in my toes start to slowly creep up my legs, skipping right over my pussy but forming a ball of tension in my lower stomach.

I needed more, so I moved my hand to my clit and started to rub it with my wet fingers.

“GAH!”

Garett was way closer than I was, but I wanted to take my time and hope for an intense, hard-hitting orgasm while he muttered things through gritted teeth.

My breath started to hitch, wishing Riggs’s hand was around my throat again.

I tried my hardest not to moan or make any loud noises, so I forced my voice to disappear while I kept rubbing my clit and fucking my pussy with the almost too realistic dildo.

Luckily those things came in boxes without logos on them, or else I could’ve never ordered all these sex toys right to my doorstep.

My toes curled as the orgasm washed over me, and I had to cover my mouth with my hand to keep every little noise to myself.

“That’s it, baby. Show Daddy just how much you wanted this,” he said, making me come down from my high quicker than I wanted to.

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