I awoke soundlessly in the middle of the night. Instinctively, I reached out to my left and felt the outline of Savannah under the covers beside me. I listened close; steady, even breaths. She was fast asleep. Still, I wasn’t ready to turn over and go back to sleep quite yet.
I stroked the side of her face, pale in the moonlight streaming through the window, and twirled her silky hair around my finger. Not even a twitch escaped her. It was unusual for her to be sleeping this heavily. Growing more brave, my hand began to trail downwards, until it was cupping her one of her perky, B-cup breasts. I began lightly squeezing, before applying more and more pressure. Still, this wasn’t enough to elicit any response from the angel sleeping beside me. I reached under the soft cotton shirt she was wearing and began twirling my pointer finger around her bare breast, in smaller and smaller circles every time. Just as I reached her pink nipple at the center, a soft, almost inaudible moan escaped her lips. Caught.
I leaned in close to her ear, my breath hot upon her neck. “I do believe we have a liar on our hands,” I whispered. “Wouldn’t you agree, princess?”
She responded by trying her best to return to steady breathing, but to no avail. I began to roll her nipple around in my fingertips, and her moans started filling the air around us. Savannah finally turned to face me.
“Please, sir,” she pleaded, “If you do that, I just might-”
I covered her mouth with my free hand. I already knew what a terrible slut she was, and how she was moments away from dripping through her once clean panties. But I also knew exactly what she needed next. I moved my hand away from her chest and down to her inner thighs. I massaged around her impossibly soft thighs, taking care to stroke absolutely everywhere except her pussy. This movement came second nature to me now. I knew her body far better than she ever could. Her mouth had stayed covered this whole time, but I could see now that her eyes were downright pleading with me. I released my grip, and she immediately gasped for air.
“Ne-need you to touch me,” she managed to stammer. I responded by removing my hands from her entirely, much to her distress. She gripped my forearm tightly with both her hands. “Please, sir, you know I can’t touch myself like you can.” Her expression was downright pitiful. I loved nothing more than toying with her. I turned right around and feigned going back to sleep. Savannah was having none of this. Leaning across, she kissed my neck deeply and whispered one last plea into my ears, “Please… Daddy?” She had completely caved.
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