Chapter 162

• With his other hand, he runs his thumb through my wet slit. Around the edges, he glides through my juices, tempting insertion just like his tongue tempts me at my other end. His finger runs over my clit, slipping easily over the wet nub, before making his rounds again, finding my clit once more and giving it a solid nudge as he passes through.
• His tongue continues its torture, and I groan so loud, the torment unbearable. “Oh god, Daddy! It's so good. It feels so good!” This is how he's crushed every nervous thought, every anxious desire, since day one. He's found my weakness. He teases me until all I want is pleasure. Nothing in the world could get in the way of that desire, and I softened from a girl with uncomfortable edges to a withering blob of hormones and libido.
• My lower back undulates and my hips beg to be taken. They beg him, pushing back into his tongue, searching for the end of his finger, looking to draw it in on burning appetite.