CHAPTER 2: TEACH ME HOW TO FUCK
WILLOW’S POV
I obeyed, my legs trembling as I leaned back on my elbows. He knelt on the floor between my spread legs, his presence overwhelming.
“We start slow,” he murmured, clicking the wand on its lowest setting. He pressed the large, round head against the fabric of my shorts, right over my aching c**t.
“Oh!” I gasped, my hips jolting. The vibration was a deep, insistent hum.
“Breathe through it,” he instructed, his voice a rough caress. He moved it in slow, deliberate circles. “Feel that? That’s the beginning. Your body is waking up.” He increased the speed. The buzz became more intense, making my thighs shake. “Now it’s getting impatient. It wants more.”
“Daddy…” I whimpered, my back arching.
He switched it to the third setting. The vibration wa
