Page 177 of Rogue Daddy (Montana Daddies 12)

He grimaced. “Happy tears make no sense.”

Maybe not to him. “Think of it as a release of emotions. Doesn’t matter if those emotions are sadness, anger or happiness, they still need to come out, right?”

“Yes, but it would be easier if you leaked tears when sad, smiled when happy, and frowned when angry.”

“I suppose it would,” she murmured. “But people aren’t all built the same.”

He sighed. “I suppose not. That would be simpler.”

“And more boring.”

“One thing you are not is boring. But I wish you’d stop crying. It makes me want to comfort you and I was planning on fucking you. Now, I’m confused about which to do.”

She hastily wiped at her cheeks. “Definitely the fucking. For sure, fuck me.”

He raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. “Someone is eager for my cock.”

“Can I see it? Please?”

“Soon. Touch yourself.”

“W-what?”

His eyes narrowed, and she remembered he hated repeating himself. But she really needed more information. “Do you mean, touch my . . . my . . .”

“Touchmypussy,” he insisted.

“I’ve never done that before. Never touched myself in front of someone else,” she clarified.

“Good. Do it.”

She closed her eyes as she reached one hand down to her mound.

“With your eyes open and on me.”

Oh, holy heck balls.

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes, staring up at him with a quiet noise of pleasure as she touched her clit.

“That’s it. You’re doing an excellent job. Daddy likes when you obey him. By doing what he wants, you’re pleasing him.”

Fuck. Those words. They lit her from the inside out. Her breathing grew harsher.

“Hell, yes. Keep tapping your clit, but remember you’re not allowed to come.”

“Please, Daddy. Please let me come.”

“No. And you’re going to be very obedient and do exactly as I say, aren’t you? Because that’s what Daddy wants from his good girl.”

Fuck. Her.

He was sending her into pleasure overdrive. It felt like every nerve was lit up. Her body enflamed with desire.

More.

“Now, thrust two of your fingers nice and deep into your pussy, but don’t move them. I want you to keep them there.”

Her breath came in sharp, quick pants as she stared up at him, her fingers in her pussy.

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