Page 43 of Siccitas

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Ilift my head.

Did I pass out from the pain?

I feel him inside me, moving hard.

The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room.

He’s holding onto my hips, my legs either side of his hips, as he fucks me.

He leans down and bites my breast. That’s what woke me.

The pain.

I grunt out, and he smiles. “Welcome back,” he pants.

He slows down—only slightly, then lifts my head by placing his fingers under my chin.

“Stay with me,” he says, “I want to try something”

I tip my head back and breathe hard.

I feel dizzy.

I feel his hand slide between us, and he starts fingering my clit hard.

“No,” I groan. “Please don’t.”

“Do you think you’ll squirt for me?” he murmurs, moving his fingers harder. “Because your pussy is so wet.”

“No,” I try to tip my head forward, but he buries his head in the crook of my neck, sucking on the skin.

“What am I gonna do with you?” he murmurs against my skin.

I whimper. My body is betraying me again, and I can feel the orgasm building up.

“Stop!” I cry out.

He thrusts harder, then pulls out of me.

I pant as he moves behind me and pushes back into me. “Cum for me Jocelyn. I want you to remember how I pleasure you.”

“No. You don’t.”

He starts moving hard, but slowly, his hand finding my clit and moving like lightning.

I spread my legs slightly, whimpering.

“Daddy,” I cry out. “Please don’t.”

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