Page 40 of Wicked William

William grins. “Maybe later.”

I’m so wet. I can’t stop rocking my hips, trying to satisfy the ache between my legs.

William is breathing heavily, his eyes so dark with desire. His hand grips my hip, his fingers digging into my skin as he nears his release. My clit is throbbing, begging to be touched. I can’t take it anymore. I move my hand, but he grabs my wrist and stops me.

“No, I know what you’re thinking. You don’t get to touch yourself until I say so. Tell Daddy how much you love his cock.”

“I love your cock, Daddy,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need.

“Tell Daddy why you love it.”

“It’s so big and hard, and it feels so good inside me,” I answer, my voice shaking. “I love the way you stretch my pussy and make me feel so full.”

“More. Tell me more.”

“Your cock tastes so good. I love the way it slides in my mouth, in my throat, and the way you moan when I suck it.”

William groans, his climax finally coming. I watch hungrily as he shudders, his cum spilling onto the workbench and my lap, but not inside me where I want it.

My body is still shaking with desire. I’m desperate for release, but I know I won’t get it until Daddy says so. I do grab his hand and pull it to my mouth, licking his fingers clean of cum.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I say. “Thank you for letting me watch.”

He laughs. “Brat. It was supposed to be a punishment.”

“I know,” I say, feeling my cheeks flush. “But I loved it.”

William smiles and pulls me close, kissing me deeply. “That’s why I love you, my naughty little girl.”

“Can I come yet?”

“No.”

He stuffs himself back into his pants and pulls me off the workbench.

“But I’m so close,” I plead.

William wraps his arm around my waist and leads me back into the house and into our bedroom. “We’ll take care of that later,” he says, his voice low and seductive. “But first we need to talk about some things. Starting with forever.”

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