Page 13 of Dirty Little Secret

“Yes.”

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I rub my fingers teasingly around my too-sensitive clit and close my eyes. “Tell me what happened.”

“You were so wet for me, baby, so open and ready. Even in your sleep I knew you wanted it. God, watching you squirm when I slipped my finger inside your tight little pussy…” He grunts. “You have no idea how bad I wanted to fuck you, little girl.”

Oh God.

His words surge through me like an electric shock. I breathe in, sure I can smell the remnants of his musky cologne mixed in with the scent of my pleasure. My eyes flutter open and I scan the room to find him, but he’s not here and that hurts.

“The sight of you all open and ready for me was almost too much for me to resist.”

“God, Andrew…” I let out a stunned whimper as his name rolls over my lips, the thought of his mouth anywhere near my pussy almost enough to push me over the edge. “Keep going,” I demand, rubbing furious circles around my swollen clit.

“I so badly wanted to taste your sweet pussy and feel you clench around my tongue,” he grunts, his voice strained.

Crying out, I plunge my finger deeper inside me, my actions both urgent and rough. My thighs flex as my belly tightens, my climax nearing the breaking point. I pull my slick fingers out and rub circles around my clit, the delicious sensations almost too much for my body to handle.

“Come for me, baby girl,” he demands. “Imagine you’re sitting on my face, letting me suck up all the sweetness seeping out of that tight little pussy.”

I let out a tight growl, his words enough to push me over the edge. Pleasure ripples through my core, washing like waves through my body and sending a tingling warmth through every nerve ending in my body.

Holy fucking Christ, that was incredible.

“You lied to me, Holly.”

I whimper at his words, no idea what he means and unable to muster the energy to ask.

“It’s easy to make you come.”

* * *

I jump awake with a start.

After my phone call with Andrew, I fell back to sleep, only waking now to the sound of someone pounding on my front door. For a brief second, I wonder if it’s him, but then Sara’s voice crashes through my fantasy.

“Holly, let me in.”

Throwing my bathrobe on, I head to the door, a stab of guilt hitting me. It’s been four days since I walked out of her house, and I’ve been ignoring all her attempts to contact me. I have been so caught up in this thing with Andrew that everything else in my life has taken a back seat.

“I’m sorry,” she wails when I open the door. “I shouldn’t have switched the numbers, but will you forgive me already?”

“Come in.” I gesture with my hand, stepping aside.

She walks in, giving me the onceover.

“It’s nearly midday.”

“So?” I shrug.

“You’re still in your pyjama’s.”

“I’ve been sick,” I fib, not meeting her eyes. “That’s why I didn’t call you back.”

She gives me a sceptical look, so I cough for effect. It’s enough to make her believe my story. “That’s why you haven’t replied to any of my texts?” She sounds hopeful. “I get it if you’re still angry at me. I would be.”

“Really, it’s fine,” I assure her, but I can already feel my cheeks getting warm as I avoid eye contact.

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