Page 50 of Savage Revenge

“I hate you,” she whispers weakly.

I kiss her again and again. Slow, gentle drags of my lips over hers. Like a hit of a cigarette, each one so fucking satisfying.

My cock is hard and throbbing. So damn painful. I don’t just want her, Ineedher. But even more than that, I need to make her feel good.

“Did you play with your pussy last night after I left?”

I know the answer because as soon as I walked out of her room, I went into mine and watched her on the camera feed while I fucked my own hand.

“I tried,” she admits.

“But you were Daddy’s good girl instead, weren’t you?” I praise darkly.

She bites her lip and moans when I kiss her again, this time her hands come to rest on my pecs.

Then she pushes against me, her eyes closed. “Go away.”

“I’m not going away, baby. I’m going to make you come.”

“I don’t believe anything you say.”

I lean in again, close enough for my breath to mix with hers. “You don’t have to believe me, kitten. You just have to feel it.”

Without waiting for permission, I pull the blanket back and reach for the waistband of her lacy panties, running my fingers over her soft, slick, and already soaked pussy.

Jesus Christ.

“Tell Daddy what you want.”

She licks her lips and shakes her head. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Tired of that. I’d rather be fucking you, baby.”

I press my fingers lower, teasing her entrance before I push two of them into her tight pussy. She narrows her eyes, half confused, half affected by what I’m doing.

“You think I haven’t been fucking my hand since the moment you got here? That every second I’m in the shower, I’m not thinking about you? Picturing you bent over the tiled seat while I spread your little pussy and fuck you so hard and deep that the only word you know by the time we’re done is my name?”

Her lashes flutter, and she runs her tongue over her lips again like an invitation that I take while I slowly finger-fuck her, getting her used to the intrusion.

“Every time I close my eyes, I picture you on your knees in front of me while I fuck your smart mouth, gagging you until tears run down your pretty face.”

Her pupils dilate, and her breath stutters. She shakes her head like she doesn’t believe it, so I shift slightly so she can see me.

“Look at me, baby. Look at my cock pressing against my slacks for dear life.”

When she does, her eyes widen, and she reaches out to run a finger along the rigidness, driving me insane. Then, as if she realizes what she’s doing, she pulls her hand away like she’s been burned.

I ease another digit into her, and she gasps, her hips shifting against me. She’s soaking. And the sound of us, wet and so fucking sinful, makes my cock throb so hard I swear I see stars.

It’s torture.

“You’re so wet, kitten.”

She whimpers, and I thrust my fingers into her hard and deep until she’s grinding against me.

“Please,” she cries out.

“Please, what, baby? What do you want?”

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