I'm not locked in a room. I'm locked in him.
I woke up to the feeling of Daddy’s mouth between my legs.
His tongue moved slowly, deliberately, licking long stripes up my soaked p***y before sucking gently on my c**t. My back arched instantly, a broken moan escaping my lips before I was fully awake.
“Daddy…” I gasped, my hands instinctively going to his hair.
He looked up at me from between my thighs, his gray eyes dark with hunger and satisfaction.
“Good morning, babygirl,” he murmured against my wet flesh. “I wanted to taste you before breakfast.”
This is how he does it. Every single day. He drowns my doubts in pleasure until I can’t think straight.
I was already close. My pregnancy had made me ridiculously sensitive, and Daddy knew exactly how to use it. He slid two thick fingers
