“Daddy, please,” the petite brunette begged. Her body ached with need and she could no longer control how shrill her voice sounded. She was unraveling into a chaotic scribble of arousal and denial. If she was depicted in a comic strip, she’d just be an intense cluster of graphite and red ink in a haphazard scramble of lines and curves. She felt electric, as if her skin was about to vibrate at its own frequency and set fire to the bedsheets beneath her.
The towering presence that knelt between her legs smiled devilishly. He enjoyed the way she came undone. Not an hour ago she was sassy with her sharp tongue and clever quips. Then he kissed her neck and her chest and purred compliments and praises into her throat. In no time at all her sexy smirk fell into breathy gasps. Her eloquent words dissolved into desperate pleas for more: more of his touch, more of his body. The power he possessed over her was intoxicating.
His hands leisurely roamed along her inner thighs, keeping her spread open for him. Shimmering liquid dripped from her core. With his middle finger he swept at her soft skin and she squeaked “Fuck!”