“Two years,” he growls against my lips. “Two f*****g years of watching you.”
The door opens. Richard and Paul slip inside, their eyes immediately finding me splayed out beneath my stepfather. I don’t look at them. Can’t look away from David.
Richard’s belt clinks as he unbuckles it. Paul is already pulling his shirt over his head.
But David doesn’t wait for them.
He reaches down and drags his fingers through my p***y – I’m soaked, embarrassingly wet, dripping onto the cushions beneath me – and makes a sound like he’s dying.
“All this time,” he mutters, pushing two fingers inside me without warning. I gasp, arch off the bed. “All this time you’ve been walking around my house like this. Wet for me. Wanting me.”
“Yes – ” I’m already shaking. “Yes, Daddy – ”
Something snaps.
He withdra
