CHAPTER 2: ON MY KNEES FOR DADDY
DEMI’S POV
I clutched his shoulders, nails digging through wool, feeling the flex of muscle beneath.
He groaned into the kiss, the sound rumbling from his chest to mine, and then his fingers hooked the crotch of my panties and yanked.
Lace scraped over swollen lips, the elastic snapping against my hip before he shoved it aside. Two fingers plunged in, curling hard against that spot that made my vision spark white at the edges.
“f**k,” he rasped against my mouth, pumping once, twice, knuckles slick with me. “You’re absolutely drenched. Been creaming these pretty panties since the lobby, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I whined, hips chasing his hand shamelessly.
The shame I’d carried for weeks felt ridiculous now, a paper wall against the flood of him.
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