When he dropped to his knees in front of me, it was like a man kneeling at the altar—not out of devotion, but desire.

His breath ghosted over my thighs, still bare under the black silk shirt I wore like a lover’s trophy.

His tongue wasn't just licking my folds it was sucking the clit as well. My body shivered to the sweetness of how good he sucked me in.

“Ahhh, fuck! Right there daddy!“ I moaned as his hands grib my breast.

He smirked against my cunt, the kind of evil smile only he ...