Page 32 of The Daddy’s Girl

My thighs squeeze together.

“Don’t stop.”

Every nerve in my body is strung out like tightly wound thread. One pluck and I would fall apart.

“That’s it,” he mutters, his voice raspy and breathless. “Come for me.”

“I’m almost there,” she whimpers.

I’m almost there too…which is unbelievable because I’m not even touching myself.

“That’s it. Come for me. Come for me, Amelia.”

Everything stops.

Her moaning. My ears ringing. My clit pulsing.

It all turns to silence.

Widening my eyes, I stare at him in shock, but my brain can’t seem to piece together what just happened.

He said my name.

He said…come for me…Amelia.

Did he see me?

Does he know I’m here?

My name on his lips, in a moment of torrid passion, feels so good and yet so out of place. I can’t move, only staring as everything happens in slow motion.

The woman shoves him away, and he reacts with shock.

“Amelia?” she shrieks as she stands. “I’m Laura!”

“I didn’t say…”

She pulls down her dress and sneers at him. “I should have known,” she mutters to herself.

“I said Laura!” he argues as if trying to convince himself as much as her.

“The handsome ones are always such…assholes!”

The scene plays out as she storms toward the door, but I am still reeling from what just happened.

He said my name.

He said my name.

Laura slams the door closed, and I jolt with the surprise of it until it’s just me and Matis left alone in the room, except he doesn’t know I’m even here. He thinks he’s alone.

Letting out a sigh, he puts his cock away and zips up his pants. His expression turns despondent and downcast. I’ve never seen him look this way, and it takes everything in me not to rush out there and hold him.

“Mais qu’est-ce qui ne va pas chez moi?” he mutters to himself with his face in his hands.

What is wrong with me?

My poor Matis.