Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 12

His cock hit the back of my throat again, and this time, he held it there. My throat spasmed, my nails digging into his thighs, but

I let him. I let him use me.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his voice strained and vicious with need. “You look so fucking good like this, drooling all over me, tears in your eyes, trying so hard to take it like a good girl.”

His words wrecked me.

I whimpered around him, a needy, muffled sound.

He pulled back just enough for me to breathe. My lips were red, slick with spit, my chest heaving. I didn’t even get a full second before he thrust back in, deeper this time. My throat tightened again.

My hand gripped the base of his cock, stroking in rhythm with every thrust. I looked up at him through wet lashes, lips stretched wide, and the moment our eyes locked

Something snapped in him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna…”

I sucked harder, stroking the base, letting him feel every swirl of my tongue, every desperate moan vibrating against him. I wanted him to come. I wanted to swallow him down.

“Fucking hell.” His hips thrust one final time as he spilled into my mouth, and I took every drop. I swallowed around him, throat working greedily as I kept him there, not wasting a single b

The taste of him flooded my senses.

I pulled back slowly, licking him clean, my tongue tracing the head softly before letting him go with a wet pop.

I looked up at him, licked the corner of my lips.

I didn’t know what was wrong with me.

Maybe it was the way he looked at me like he owned every inch of my body. Maybe it was the way he used my mouth like it was

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his personal toy. Or maybe…maybe I was just a horny mess with no shame left.

Whatever the reason, the words slipped from my mouth before my mind could stop them.

“Please fuck me, daddy.” My voice was needy, wrecked, soaked in ust.

His eyes lit up like I’d just fed him something forbidden. A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips.

“With pleasure,” he rasped.

Before I could take a breath, he grabbed me, and lifted me into his arms. My heart raced as I clung to him, thinking he’d carry me to the bed, or maybe slam me onto the kitchen counter like a man with at least some sense of normalcy.

But no.

Of course not. Does he even look normal to you?

He walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling glass window that overlooked the city, and dropped me on my feet.

“What-”

My words caught in my throat as he spun me around, pressed my front to the cold glass, my back against his hard chest.

The chill of the glass met my flushed skin, making me shiver, and then I felt his hard cock, sliding between my thighs, teasing my soaked entrance.

My eyes widened.

People. There were people walking down there. Cars passing. City life unfolding below us like it was just another normal evening. And here I was. Pressed to the glass, dripping wet, bare, and about to be fucked.

“W-What are you doing-” I gasped.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear as he growled, “What? You asked to be fucked, didn’t you, princess?”

His hand slid around my hip, gripping tightly, holding me in place as he rubbed the tip of his cock slowly between my folds, making me whimper.

“That’s what I’m doing,” he murmured. “I’m going to make you a moaning mess right here, with the whole city beneath us.”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

Fuck.

This man was insane.

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I bit my lip hard, trying to make sense of the chaos spinning through my mind.

The city was beneath us.

The glass was cold against my skin, my palms flat against it, my nipples grazing the surface. We were so high up, somewhere near the top of the hotel. From this height, it would be nearly impossible for anyone to clearly see what we were doing. But not impossible for someone from another high building.

A stranger across the skyline with the right angle, the right window.

They could see. They could watch us. The thought sent a bolt of heat straight through me, shame and arousal clashing in my chest. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet, a twisted part of me loved it.

The thought of someone watching me, seeing my flushed body, breasts pressed to the window, legs spread and trembling while Hades teased my soaked core sent a pulse of heat straight through me.

My heart pounded in my throat. I could feel my wetness dripping down my thigh now, while his hard cock rested against my entrance. He was not inside. He was just there, tormenting me with every slow nudge.

I whimpered. My hands were pressed flat against the glass, leaving smeared fingerprints behind.

I looked up at the reflection in the glass, my flushed face.

Towering behind me, naked, sculpted like sex god, his hand gripping my waist tightly as if he owned me.