Page 9 of Watch Me, Daddy

The rush of the multiple showerheads streaming water in the shower was pretty loud. It would easily cover up any sounds I might make if I actually made myself finish, right here, right now. I licked my lips, wavering on the edge until I finally decided that I wasn’t making myself come because he’d suggested it. I was doing it because I needed it to sleep tonight.

I leaned back against the wall and twisted my hips back into place, covering my mouth again in the process. The water pulsed directly on my clit. This time, I was ready for the fierce jolt of pleasure, and instead of crying out, I sighed softly. My core squeezed tight, and I closed my eyes, luxuriating in the feeling of the gentle pulse and imagining it was something very different.

Even though I’d never been with a man, I wasn’t naïve to the ways of sex. I knew how it worked. I’d read more than my fair share of romance books, enjoyed a raunchy HBO show from time to time, and even watched porn a few times.

My thighs squeezed tightly together, and I realized that I’d never had an orgasm standing up before, so this was going to be an altogether different experience. With my free hand, I used my thumb and forefinger to flick my nipple and then grasped it, pinching it tightly as a soft fissure of pain tore through me and settled right in my core. Then my mind started to wander.

With a soft sigh, I fell back on my bed, feeling impossibly needy and hot. My blood boiled in my veins, and my arousal slammed into me like a hurricane. I tried to ignore it, but I’d been fighting it for more than a week now, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take this. I brushed my thighs against one another, my flesh bare aside from a thin pair of lacy panties beneath my emerald green button-up nightshirt.

The sound of the door unlocking pulled me from my suffering, forcing me to focus on the source of all that heated conflict.

The door opened and I looked up to see Aidan standing there, his expression unreadable yet intense. A mix of vulnerability and anticipation washed over me as his piercing gaze fell upon me, and I couldn’t help but feel exposed under his scrutiny even though I was completely clothed.

The air crackled with unspoken passionate desires as he stepped closer, closing the distance between us in several large strides. It was as if the world around us faded into the background, leaving only the two of us in this charged moment.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

The room seemed to shrink, leaving only the space between us, as I awaited his next move, my emotions swirling in a captivating dance of uncertainty and longing.

“It’s time I dealt with that sassy mouth properly,” he murmured, and my core constricted.

Then Aidan climbed over me, his powerful presence enveloping me, and I felt a surge of excitement and anticipation coursing through my veins. I didn’t resist his advance, at least at first, the desire to be close to him overpowering any hesitation.

“I’m not a girl to be dealt with,” I spat.

“Keep it up, sassy girl, and I’ll punish that mouth with my cock,” he warned, and a shiver of pleasure raced through me at his threat.

I bit my lip, heat flushing through my veins with wild abandon. With one hand, he gathered my wrists and secured them over my head with ease. The weight of his body pinning me to the bed was both thrilling and comforting, a tangible display of the desire that burned between us. I squirmed beneath him, trying to get away, but I didn’t put my all into it, because right now, I didn’t really want to escape.

His free hand reached down in between our bodies, slowly moving down the fabric of my night shirt with purpose. I shivered beneath him as he gripped the hem and hiked it up, baring my sheer, lacy white panties.

He pulled back just enough to glance down, and I trembled, knowing that he could see everything through the gauzy cloth that covered my most private place. His fingers trailed along the waistband, gliding back and forth, teasing me with fiery tendrils of pleasure that raced straight to my clit.

“Aidan,” I breathed.

“These are very naughty, little girl. Were you hoping I was going to see them?”

I bit my lip, too embarrassed to say anything more. He looked down at me knowingly, as if he could read my mind, and I hoped that he couldn’t.

Without another word, he slipped his fingertips beneath my panties, remaining still for a single moment before he gripped them a bit more roughly.

“Good girls get their panties taken down slowly. Bad girls get theirs ripped right off.”

He jerked my panties upward, and I heard the telltale sound of ripping fabric. Thread by thread, my panties came undone, and he yanked a bit harder, tearing my panties off just like he said he would. Pain ricocheted through my core as the fabric pinched my delicate folds, and I cried out.

He swallowed my scream with a kiss.

He reached down and freed his cock and suddenly I could feel its turgid heat against my thigh. He was rock hard for me. I kissed him back with just as much fervor as he worked a knee between my legs, opening me for him.

I opened my thighs wider as he moved into position. My hips rocked back and forth, begging without words for him to take me.

“I wasn’t bad,” I pouted.

“That sassy mouth again,” he purred.

“You fucking like it. That’s why you’re so hard… Daddy.”

With a single thrust, he forced his cock inside me, taking my virginity once and for all.

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