Page 42 of Beyond the Spotlight Discreet Version
“I’m going to need you to be quiet, Savannah. Do you think you can do that for me?”
She whimpers and nods.
“That’s my girl.”
While working one nipple with my fingers, I cover the other with my mouth, flicking my tongue and sucking hard. Savannah grabs a pillow and smashes it against her face just in time to muffle a moan when my teeth graze over the sensitive nub.
“You’re doing such a good job, Savannah.”
I move my hand down her stomach until the fingertips slide underneath the band of her sleep shorts.
“No underwear?” I ask, discovering her bare underneath.
She shakes her head, the pillow still over her face, as I find her wet pussy. She shuts her legs on my arm.
“Open these back up.”
She whines but does as I say, allowing me to tease her.
“Please, Reynold,” she says into the pillow, stifling her voice.
“Fuck you’re soaked. I’m so proud of you.”
She groans at my praise, and I reward her by plunging a finger in. I pump slowly before adding another.
“Do you hear that?” I ask, her pleasure filling the silent air. “This is what I do to you.”
I pinch one of her nipples hard while flicking my thumb over her swollen clit, causing her to buck off the bed. I press down and massage while fucking her with my fingers. When I add a third finger, her pussy clamps down.
She’s close.
I slow my thrusts and remove my fingers so I can press the pad of my middle finger to her puckered hole. “Do you want me here?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“Have you ever had anyone here?”
She shakes her head.
“Let’s fix that then.”
I use her pleasure for lubricant, then slowly push my finger in. Her heels dig into the mattress, and she attempts to move away at the invasion. The headboard stops her from getting far.
She’s tight and I don’t want to hurt her. We’ll work on this. I’ll make sure she’s well stretched out before taking her arse with my cock.
I’m kneeled between her legs, one finger carefully entering her arse until it’s an inch deep. I draw it out and spit to give it more lubricant, then press it back in. Anchoring my finger there, I use my other hand to continue fucking her cunt. I pump harder, faster, relishing the soft moans from beneath that pillow. When I thrust one last time, curling my middle finger to hit her g-spot, she explodes with an orgasm. Her pussy latches on, sucking hard, and her arsehole clenches around my middle finger. I let her ride out her release before removing my fingers from all her holes.
She drops the pillow from her face just in time to watch me lick her pleasure off the fingers that were just inside her pussy. I groan at the taste. Better than I could have ever imagined.
My dick aches to be inside her. Not yet though. Would she let me fuck her mouth? I could have her watch as I jack off. Would she let me come on her face? As if reading my thoughts, Savannah sits up and reaches for the band of my sweats. Her fingers curl around the elastic and my heart kicks in my chest.
“Dad? Savvy? I’m hungry,” Addy’s faint voice calls from her bedroom.
Savannah’s eyes widen, and she lets go of the band. She scrambles to adjust her clothes and cover herself.
“She didn’t hear us, did she?” she asks in a voice a pitch higher.
“Doubtful. You were quiet, like the good girl you are.”
