Nicolos opened his mouth. “Dad, I—”
“Out,” Mr. Rossi said, his voice low, calm, but brooking zero argument. It was the voice of a man used to command. “Now. Close the door behind you.”
Nicolos hesitated for half a second, looking between us, confusion and arousal warring on his face. But his father’s presence was overwhelming. With a muttered curse, he backed out and shut the door, leaving me alone with the man I’d been fantasizing about all night.
I didn’t move. Couldn’t. My fingers were still inside me, my p***y clenching rhythmically around them as fresh arousal leaked down to the sheets. Daddy’s gaze burned across my body — my heaving t**s, hard n*****s, slick thighs, and the way my fingers glistened with my juices.
“Such a needy little w***e,” he murmured, locking the door with a
