CHAPTER 3: DADDY’S PERSONAL COCKSLEEVE
ELLIE’S POV
He crossed the room in three silent steps and sat on the edge of my bed.
“Show me, baby girl.”
I hesitated, then pushed the blanket down and spread my legs.
My panties were soaked through, clinging to every fold like a second skin, the cotton dark and translucent where my p***y had wept all day.
Callum’s eyes went pitch-black, his breath hitching as he hooked his thick fingers in the waistband and ripped them down my thighs in one rough yank, the fabric tearing at the seams.
Cool air kissed my bare, dripping cunt, my puffy lips glistening under the lamp’s glow, a fat bead of slick rolling down to my asshole.
“Fuckin’ hell, Ellie,” he growled, voice thick with hunger, his big hands prying my thighs wider until my knees knocke
