Chapter 44
Poppy
He unstrapped my heels one at a time, his fingers warm around my ankles, pressing his lips to the inside of one ankle as he slipped the shoe free. God I felt that kiss everywhere.
He straightened, tugging at his belt until his c.o.c.k was out.
Hard and thick and flushed being c.o.c.k. Daddy wrapped both hands around my ankles and held my feet together against his shaft.
"Continue," he said.
I glanced at his c.o.c.k. At his face. The back at his c.o.c.k.
"Go get Layla to stroke it,"
He laughed a low and warm sound. I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to maintain my dignity which was difficult given that I was sitting on his jacket on a bathroom counter with my bare feet wrapped around his c.o.c.k.
"Poppy." He stroked my ankle with his thumb. "Who do I belon
