Page 94 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

I’m tempting a forbidden beast.

But it’s too late for sanity.

The electric current in the air snaps and he dives for my breast with a deep growl emanating from his chest. Lifting it to his mouth, he wraps as much of his lips around as possible and sucks so hard that his cheeks hollow out.

A dirty squelching noise pierces the air, intertwining and waltzing with my loud moan.

He palms the other, sucking its twin vigorously.

“Daddy!”

Groaning like a starving animal, he circles and licks around it. Slathering them with his saliva until my skin glistens, he lays love bites along the areolas. It stings when he doesn’t pull away after marking them. Instead, he nips at the spot until it’s dark red.

“Daddy?” I whimper, trying to free my tit. “What are you doing?”

“Worshipping my little girl,” he mumbles after letting the nipple go with a crude pop. “You shouldn’t sleep half naked, baby girl. It was so easy to slip your panties down your legs.”

“You should’ve stopped.”

“I was too busy fingering your pussy, baby.”

“Oh God!”

“I thought I was your daddy.” His voice is an angry murmur. “God is about to watch you get fucked like the naughty little cocktease you are.”

Laying me down flat on the bed, he takes my clothed breast in his hot, suctioning mouth. The thin material becomes wet instantly as he continues to suck and pull. His swirling tongue robs me of breath.

“Fuck, I’m obsessed with your fat tits,” he praises in a muffled voice. Straddling my waist, he grinds his cock against my pussy, slipping it between the slit.

He’s also naked.

The knowledge he crept nude into my bed while I slept, and touched me in forbidden places as if my body’s his to command and enjoy, makes my body aflame with the darker side of lust—the side with no boundaries.

It’s alarming and freeing.

It’s what I crave.

Licking a wet path up my neck, his mouth fuses with my panting lips while his hips buck and dry hump violently against my flesh. He fucks me without penetrating, and it’s both frustrating and mind-blowing.

I lift my fingers to touch him, but rough hands stronger than mine capture my wrists and pin them down.

Hating the restraint, I bite his tongue and stop kissing him back defiantly. His soft lips coax mine, but I don’t give in, still refusing. My brattiness makes his cock jerk and pulse against my clit.

He lifts his head, glaring down at me, and arches one brow. “Does my baby girl want to play rough?”

My eyes sayalwayswhile my lips utter, “No, Daddy, I just want to touch you.”

“Good girls listen to Daddy, and right now, I want to hold you down and taste you all over. Your tits, your lips, your belly. Then, I want to drink my favorite flavor straight from your pussy, fuck your ass with my tongue, and I need you to lie there and take it.”

I swear his erotic words put me under a spell. My body listens to them like the command they are, and I relax my limbs, succumbing to my daddy’s power.

When his mouth crashes on mine again, I allow his tongue to invade and touch every dark corner. He rewards me with a pleased moan and grinds his entire length between my dripping folds.

“You’re soaking wet for Daddy,” he mumbles against my lips. “Did you know I’ll be horny and will need a ride in your sweet, tight cunt?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I roll my hips, meeting his thrusts. Both of us let out a gratifying sound. “I was waiting for you but then I fell asleep.”

“You still slept like the dead, even though you know I’ll come to take a pound of your flesh, and teach your pussy it belongs to Daddy?” He takes my cami between his hands and rips down the middle, roughly scolding, “Then sleep naked. You know I hate it when there’s anything between my cock and your holes. I need access at all fucking times.”

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