Page 69 of Spoiling Lillian
“That’s why I wear them. You said I was smart.”
“A smart-ass, too. I think you need to be reminded who’s in charge around here.”
“Do you now…” I bat my eyes at him and reach my hands up to cup my breasts, tormenting him.
He grabs the hem of my nightie, yanks it over my head, and tosses it to the floor before climbing over me and causing us both to topple onto the mattress. His lips are on mine in seconds, his hand gripping my cheek.
I’m already moaning when he lifts up, grabs my hands, and hauls them over my head. Holding my wrists with one hand, he stares down at me.
Breathing heavily, I hold his gaze. I’m so aroused that I can’t speak. I get like this when he pins me down. Every time. Especially when he looks at me like he is now, not touching me. He drops onto a hip next to me and lowers his gaze to my chest.
“Spread your legs, Baby.” His voice is low and seductive.
I lift one knee and let it fall open, trembling with need. It’s embarrassing how wet I am less than thirty seconds after he pulled my nightie off.
Bryson trails a finger between my breasts, grazing it down to my belly button and then lower.
“Were you a good girl today, Lils?”
I swallow. “Yes, Sir.”
“Do you think you deserve to come?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
He dances that maddening finger down to my inner thigh. “So wet.”
I inhale sharply.
“If I touch your clit, you’ll come, won’t you, Baby?”
“Yes,” I breathe out. We’ve proven this a few times. All he has to do is restrain me and I easily slide out of my body. The intensity in his gaze drives me into a state I cannot explain. I don’t need to. He understands now. And he has told me he will never leave me hanging like this.
“I’m going to thrust my finger into you, and you’re going to come for me, Lils.”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m already pulsing in anticipation.
He lifts his head and smiles. “Are you ready, sweet girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
In a heartbeat, his finger drives into me, making me cry out as my orgasm hits me. It’s so powerful. The intensity makes my eyes roll back in my head. I spin out of control like I’m on the fastest roller coaster on Earth, spiraling downward with so much velocity that my vision blurs.
My orgasm leaves me shaking, and Bryson quickly shrugs out of his boxers, hovers over me, and lodges at my entrance. “You’re so beautiful, Lillian. Give me another one.” He thrusts into me.
I grab his ass, hold on tight, and moan as he pushes me right back up the cliff with his cock. It only takes a few thrusts for me to orgasm again.
The waves of my release slowly ease, and then I’m able to focus on my man, bucking and angling my hips the way he likes until he comes.
As usual, I wrap my legs around him to keep him inside me. I don’t care about the weight. I just like to luxuriate in the feel of him thick and hard in my pussy for as long as possible before he pulls out.
When he eventually rises above me, he looks down at me, smiling. “I’ve got something for you.”
My brow furrows. “What is it?”
“You’ll have to see.” He slides off the edge of the bed. “Don’t move.” His gaze lowers to my open legs. “There is no better vision than watching my come seep out of you, Baby,” he murmurs.
I flush as I always do when he talks to me like that. His gaze is enough to make me squirm even after two orgasms, but finally, he turns to the side, opens the drawer on the nightstand, and pulls out a pouch.
