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I peek my eyes open and see Davis staring down at me. His jaw is flexed and his eyes are so dark now.
“I’m sorry,” I rush to say. “I don’t know where that came from.”
“I do. You want me to take care of you, to put your needs first, just like a good daddy would.”
My core clenches when he says the word and I find myself nodding before I can think about it.
“You want that, baby girl?” He asks, his voice low and husky.
“Uh huh,” I say, my hips rocking forward against him.
My brain is shut off and I’m on autopilot, listening to what my body needs instead of my head.
“Good girl,” he praises and I moan.
“Daddy,” I whisper and he shushes me.
“Daddy’s here and he’s going to take care of everything,” he promises me. “Now lean back so that daddy can get a look at his treasure.”
I shiver at his words, doing as he orders and leaning back until my elbows are resting on the heavy wood table.
He licks his lips and I swallow hard as he reaches down and pushes up my dress until it’s bunched up around my waist. I should probably be embarrassed at how wet I am. The white cotton fabric is completely see through and molded to my pussy lips. Davis lets out a guttural groan as he stares between my legs and I feel another gush of wetness spill out when I see the look on his face. It’s pure hunger and lust. For me.
We both seem to hold our breathes as he reaches down as tugs my soaked panties to the side.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Davis whispers to himself and I bite my lip.
I want to move, to grind myself against him without any barrier between my damp flesh and him but I’m too curious about what he’ll do next to move a muscle.
“Daddy,” I whine and he grins up at me.
“You don’t need to beg, baby girl. Daddy’s got you.”
His thumb swipes up my center, gathering some of my wetness on the tip. His thumb nudges between my pussy lips and I moan as he circles my hole and then moves up. When his finger bumps against my clit, I cry out, my body jolting in his hold.
“Easy,” Davis murmurs and I suck in a deep breath, trying to stay still for him.
His touch is featherlight as he circles around my sensitive bud. He teases me, barely giving me any pressure and I whine.
“Harder,” I beg and he shakes his head.
He makes another maddingly slow pass around my clit and I rock my hips, trying to chase his touch. His hold on my hip tightens, keeping me still, and I pout, closing my eyes and leaning further back against the table.
“So pretty. This belongs to daddy. Only daddy,” he tells me and I nod. “Say it, baby girl.”
“Only daddy,” I repeat instantly and he rewards me.
His thumb presses down over the bundle of nerves and he rolls it beneath his finger. Once, twice, and just like that, I come.
“Daddy!” I shout, my hips rolling forward as my orgasm barrels through me.
I’ve tried touching myself before, but I’ve never quite been able to get myself off. I’ve definitely never been able to make myself feel as good as Davis just made me feel.
I’m panting, my face and body flushed as I blink my eyes open and meet Davis’s gaze. His finger is still stroking between my legs gently and I jerk when he presses on my clit again.
“So sensitive,” he says with a smile and I stare at him.
I want to beg him to take me to bed, I want to beg him to do that to me again, but before I can, his phone starts to ring.
