Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 15

When I reached my clit, I gasped.

Shit, I was soaked.

The dream had made me that wet? I bit my lip, a small moan escaping as I gently rubbed, circling over the sensitive nub.

“Mmm…” I whispered, voice airy and desperate.

Every nerve in my body seemed to light up. I was so sensitive. My lps shifted slightly, chasing the friction as I pressed harder. The ache inside me flared, and my body wasn’t satisfied.

I slid my fingers down further, and then pushed one inside.

I moaned, I arched a little, thighs clenching around my hand. My walls clenched around my finger, still pulsing with hunger.

God, I needed more. I licked my lips, my other hand trailing up to p my breast, squeezing gently as my finger moved in slow strokes inside me. My body responded immediately, greedy, twitching at every motion.

Another whisper slipped past my lips.

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“Hades…”

Fuck…who the fuck is Hades?

The name lingered on my lips. I didn’t know where it came from.

I shook my head. It didn’t matter.

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I just wanted to come so bad.

My finger kept moving, circling over my clit, sliding back inside my soaked pussy. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t fucking enough. I wanted bigger fingers. Or a big cock. Something that cod actually fill me the way I craved.

My other fingers slid down to help, ready to press more fingers in,esperate for that stretch, but I froze. Something caught both of my wrists. Before I could even react, they were pushed above my head and pinned there.

And, a larger finger slid inside me. It was thicker, and deeper. More skilled than my own. My back arched, as panic and pleasure crashed into me all at once.

“Oh-“I gasped, my eyes flying open, heart lurching into my throat as those sharp, blue eyes stared down at me in amusement. His lips curved like he knew every filthy thought I’d had. His hair was a wet, tousled mess, dripping with water that slid down the ridges of his chest, like he’d just stepped out of the shower, and straight into my fantasy.

“Oh… God,” I whispered. “H-Hades?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, his finger curled just right, hitting that sensitive spot inside me that made my entire body jolt.

“Fuck.” I cried out, head tipping back into the pillow as my hips lied off the sheets, chasing the sensation.

He leaned down, his mouth brushing my neck. Hot breath, followed by the slow drag of his tongue against my skin. He kissed it once and bit on it.

“Playing by yourself, princess?” he murmured, his lips ghosting over the bite. “I don’t remember giving you permission to do that on my bed.”

My breath hitched.

“Especially,” he continued, nibbling his way up my jaw, “when you could’ve just asked me to do it for you.”

He leaned back slightly, head tilting, a strand of damp hair falling cross his forehead. He looked so addictive to look at.

My mouth opened, but no words came.

His smirk widened.

“Or is my good girl trying to tempt me?”

I moaned, his finger still moving inside me, slow now, keeping me on the edge but refusing to give me what I needed.

I didn’t know what was more overwhelming, the realization that was real, that the dream had not been a dream. Or the heat coiling deep in my stomach, threatening to explode all over again.

His eyes never left mine. Those cold, searing blue flames burned sraight through me,

“Because if you’re trying to tempt me into punishing you.” He said calmly. “It’s working.” He slid in a second finger.

I cried out, “Oh fuck!” My back arched off the bed as the stretch to another moan from my throat. My hands, still trapped in his, twitched violently, fingers scratching at his skin.

“I-I was just…” I gasped, shaking, barely able to string the words ogether, “I was just really horny. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to touch myself.”

I didn’t even know why I was apologizing.

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