Whatever new lines we’re about to cross tonight… Perhaps she’ll hate herself for this later. Perhaps we’llbothhate ourselves.
But right now, she’ll take exactly what she wants.
And I’ll give it to her, no question.
She finally obeys, stepping out of the panties and dangling them from her fingertip. A soft blush stains her cheeks, her black-and-silver hair wild, lips smeared red, those fucking boots already earning a place of honor among my eternal fantasies.
I whip the purple lace out of her hand and press it to my mouth, inhaling her scent, memorizing it.
Growlingfor it.
“Come.Here,” I grind out.
Again, she obeys, crawling into my lap and hovering over my cock, my loincloth the only thing between us, and bloody hell I know how badly she wants it. How badly I want it, my cock buried so deep in that soft pussy it will hit the back of her fucking throat.
But this isn’t about what either of us wants.
It’s about what the little bratneeds.
“Are you… are you going to touch me?” she whispers, delicate hands curled around my shoulders, cum still running down her chest.
“I told you, little mortal,” I say softly. “I’m giving you nothing. If there’s something you want, go ahead andtakeit.”
Eyes blazing, her small fingers encircle my wrist, and I don’t resist as she drags my hand between her thighs, parting to give me better access.
Warmth pulses across my skin, and I straighten my fingers just outside her entrance, waiting to see what she’ll do next.
She looks at me again, pausing as if waiting for permission.
I nod.
She pushes my fingers deep inside her, then drags them out.
“Is this what you want?” I whisper, helping her out with another deep thrust. “To fuck Daddy’s hand?”
“Yes. Goddess, yes.” She grinds down harder, urging me in deeper.
“That’s it. Fuck my fingers, little mortal. Show Daddy what a filthy girl you are.”
She releases my wrist and grips my shoulders, grinding down against my palm, angling her body so the heel of my hand rubs her clit, my fingers still pumping slowly inside her. It’s not long before she finds her perfect rhythm, writhing in my lap, taking me deeper, gasping with every thrust.
The blush from her cheeks spreads down her neck, her chest, across both breasts. Her black-and-silver hair fans out across them, dark nipples peeking through.
I drag my tongue across one, then the other, making her shudder.
Fuck,her skin is so soft. So perfect.
“More,” she whispers. “You feel…” Her eyes are half-lidded as she sinks deeper and deeper into her pleasure, losing herself.
“No.” With my free hand, I grip her jaw. “Your eyes aremine, Miss Avery. I want them open. I want youwatchingme while you’re fucking my hand. I want to see the light dancing in your eyes when you come all over my fingers.”
A soft whimper, another roll of her hips, and she finally opens those gorgeous eyes for me again.
But then, just when I’m certain I’ve got her right where I want her—just when I’m certain I’ve won this final battle of wills between us—she says, “But I don’t want to come on your fingers, Daddy. I want to come on your cock.”
Bloody.
Fucking.
