Page 25 of Entangled

She’s shaking, shivering, her toes curling, and her eyes roll to the back of her head. I keep going, licking her pussy like it’s my personal mission to ruin her for other men. “You think teenage boys can lick you this good?” I force a third finger inside her, pumping her tight cunt. “Finger fuck you this good? No, sweetheart, only Daddy can.”

She releases a keening sound that makes me chuckle against her soaking cunt. With her daddy issues, I knew she would have a daddy kink. I felt her clench just now. She loved it. Shifting up, I grab the back of the couch while I continue thrusting my fingers inside her tight heat. My lips brush her ear and I smirk slowly, sensing her shiver. “One day, you’ll let Daddy fuck this sweet cunt, won’t you, Willow?”

I stare directly into her eyes as I flick her clit with my thumb. “Look down.” When her gaze lowers and her pussy squeezes my fingers, I whisper, “You’re Daddy’s good little slut, aren’t you? Look at you, taking three fingers.”

“Oh god,” she moans again, biting her plump bottom lip. I remove my hand from her heat and pull her lip away from her teeth before forcing my fingers inside her mouth. “That’s it, sweetheart, show me how well you suck cock. Give me something to imagine tonight when I fuck my hand.”

Her pretty mouth eagerly sucks me down, but it’s not enough. The darkness in me, the hurt and the anger, wants more. Straddling her on the couch, I fist her hair and force my fingers down her throat, whispering, “Relax, sweetheart.”

Tears spring to her eyes and seep out, and I drink up the sight like an addict with his drug of choice. My dick has never been harder than it is right now at the sight of her submissive, teary eyes goading me on.

“Fuck!” I growl, barely able to restrain myself. Fucking her would cross a line I can’t cross. Getting her off is one thing, but using my daughter’s best friend for my own needs?

Sliding my fingers back out and shifting onto the floor, I cover her pussy with my mouth again. My dick throbs so badly, it’s painful. I need release. I need it so fucking bad. Gripping her hip tightly, I use my free hand to unbuckle my jeans and slide the zipper down. With the sight of her creamy thighs spread wide and her pink, glistening pussy—her tight hole stretched open from my fingers—I’m about to combust. Latching onto her clit, I shove my jeans down and palm my cock, sliding my hand over the thick, throbbing length.

“Grayson,” she moans, pulling sharply on my hair. “Please, I want you.”

Leaning back on my knees, I make sure she can see me touching myself. “You want this, sweetheart? You want Daddy’s cock?”

“Please,” she moans again, squeezing her tits through the thin fabric of her tank top. “I need you.”

I stroke my dick faster. “Show me your breasts.”

She’s obedient, following orders like a good little slut.

Damn, those rosy, hard nipples. As I continue stroking myself, she tweaks them. “Touch yourself. Let me see you fuck your pretty cunt.”

Her eyes hold mine while her hand trails down her stomach, dipping between her legs. Precum beads on my dick and spills over when her lips part as she starts to rub her clit. “Feels good, doesn’t it, Willow?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Shit.I never thought I was into that, but the way it slips off her swollen, moist lips… I nearly fucking come.

“Are you close?”

“So close!” she breathes out.

“Keep your eyes open.” I climb to my feet and brace my knees against the couch, staring down at her as I stroke my big cock over her lithe body. Because I can’t help myself, I reach out to squeeze her breasts. They’re a perfect handful, molding to my hand like they were fucking made for me. I pinch her nipple until she whimpers in pain. “That’s it, sweetheart. Keep fucking yourself.”

Her blue eyes, half-mast and heavy with lust, stare up at me. I’m so fucking close.

Cupping her chin, I tip her face up, ordering, “Come for me. Now.”

She’s so damn responsive. When I press down on her lips with my thumb, her body tenses up, and her mouth parts on a silent scream.

“Fuck,” I growl, letting go of my control. My fingers dig into her chin as jets of cum shower over her chest and belly.

When I’ve milked my dick dry, I zip myself away and drag my fingers through the cum on her chest. As I bring them up to her lips, she surprises me by seizing my wrist and snatching my digits up with her hot, hungry mouth. She sucks them clean, then whispers, “More, Daddy.”

I trail my fingers through it again and drag them over her tongue as she sticks it out and flattens it like a good girl. Then I do it again and again until my little whore is satisfied.

“Good girl,” I praise, grabbing her chin and forcing her gaze up to mine. “If you ever let another man see you like this, Willow…”

Releasing her, I let my threat hang in the air between us as I walk out.

With any luck, she won’t remember this tomorrow, and I can go back to pretending I’m a good guy. I said I shouldn’t cross the line. Well, I just did.

CHAPTER11

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