Finnegan
The shower wasn’t enough. Not even close.
I had her pinned against the tiled wall, water cascading over our bodies as I drank from her lips, my pants soaked through from the spray.
I shouldn’t be here.
My daughter was several doors down, and honestly, I had tried going to bed without setting foot in her room.
It clearly hadn’t worked. Abigail moaned when my hands slipped between us, toying with her pussy as we kissed. I needed to see her.
I shut off the water and carried her straight into the bedroom, where a massive mirror on the vanity reflected every inch of her.
I set her down in front of it, standing behind her. She was completely naked except for the delicate gold waist chain I’d bought her in Santorini.
The thin links gleamed against her damp skin, water still trailing down her full breasts, over her lovely little stomach, and between her thighs.
"Look at yourself," I commanded, my voice low and rough with need. My hands settled possessively on her hips, holding her in place.
Abigail’s cornflower blue eyes met mine in the mirror.
Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink, her lips swollen from earlier kisses, and her long dark hair hung wet and tousled over her shoulders. She looked like pure sin — every filthy fantasy I’d ever had brought to life.
"I want you to watch," I murmured against her ear, one hand sliding up to cup her heavy breast while the other dipped between her thighs. My fingers found her clit, circling slowly. "Watch how fucking beautiful you are when I touch you. When I ruin you."
She shivered, a soft gasp slipping from her lips as her eyes fluttered.
"Eyes open," I growled, pinching her nipple and rolling it between my fingers. "Don’t look away. I want you to see exactly what I see every time I fuck you."
I sank to my knees behind her, spreading her ass cheeks wide. I dragged my tongue slowly through her soaked folds, savoring her taste. Abigail moaned loudly, her hands gripping the edge of the dresser for support.
I devoured her, giving long, slow licks followed by sucking hard on her swollen clit. My tongue thrust into her pussy while one finger teased the tight, puckering ring of her ass.
When I pushed the tip of my finger past the tight muscle, she gasped sharply.
"Oh fuck... Finnegan..."
I groaned against her pussy, sinking my finger deeper into her ass while my tongue worked her clit relentlessly. I added a second finger to her dripping cunt, fucking both holes in perfect rhythm. The wet sounds of my mouth and fingers filled the room.
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