When I reached my clit, I gasped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Shit, I was soaked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The dream had made me that wet? I bit my lip, a small moan escaping as I gently rubbed, circling over the sensitive nub.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMmm\u2026\u201d I whispered, voice airy and desperate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u2019t satisfied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I slid my fingers down further, and then pushed one inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I moaned, I arched a little, thighs clenching around my hand. My walls clenched around my finger, still pulsing with hunger.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Another whisper slipped past my lips.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
Doyle\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHades\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Fuck\u2026who the fuck is Hades?\u00a0<\/p>\n
The name lingered on my lips. I didn\u2019t know where it came from.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I shook my head. It didn\u2019t matter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\u00a0<\/p>\n
I just wanted to come so bad.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My finger kept moving, circling over my clit, sliding back inside my soaked pussy. But it wasn\u2019t enough. It wasn\u2019t fucking enough. I wanted bigger fingers. Or a big cock. Something that cod actually fill me the way I craved.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh-\u201cI 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\u2019d had. His hair was a wet, tousled mess, dripping with water that slid down the ridges of his chest, like he\u2019d just stepped out of the shower, and straight into my fantasy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh\u2026 God,\u201d I whispered. \u201cH-Hades?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t answer. Instead, his finger curled just right, hitting that sensitive spot inside me that made my entire body jolt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck.\u201d I cried out, head tipping back into the pillow as my hips lied off the sheets, chasing the sensation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cPlaying by yourself, princess?\u201d he murmured, his lips ghosting over the bite. \u201cI don\u2019t remember giving you permission to do that on my bed.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My breath hitched.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cEspecially,\u201d he continued, nibbling his way up my jaw, \u201cwhen you could\u2019ve just asked me to do it for you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He leaned back slightly, head tilting, a strand of damp hair falling cross his forehead. He looked so addictive to look at.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My mouth opened, but no words came.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His smirk widened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOr is my good girl trying to tempt me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I moaned, his finger still moving inside me, slow now, keeping me on the edge but refusing to give me what I needed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t 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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes never left mine. Those cold, searing blue flames burned sraight through me,\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if you\u2019re trying to tempt me into punishing you.\u201d He said calmly. \u201cIt\u2019s working.\u201d He slid in a second finger.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I cried out, \u201cOh fuck!\u201d 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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI-I was just\u2026\u201d I gasped, shaking, barely able to string the words ogether, \u201cI was just really horny. I\u2019m sorry. I didn\u2019t mean to touch myself.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t even know why I was apologizing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There was no pride left, and definitely no shame left for me. Last night had stripped it all away. He had wrecked me, remade me\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
Dodity please make me come\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
into who I was in this moment\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d do anything. Say anything, just for him to touch me. And I knew exactly what to say for him to do that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease,\u201d I whispered, voice trembling. \u201cPlease, Daddy\u2026please make me come.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A flash of white teeth cut across his face in a wolfish grin, and something in his eyes darkened. His second finger dragged along my inner walls.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My body was already tightening around his fingers, clenching with need. Then without warning, he thrust both fingers deep into me in one sharp motion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My walls clenched around him. I was soaked, dripping, every nerve in my body alive and pulsing. His fingers curled just right, dragging against that spot inside me that made my toes curl.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck\u2026\u201d I gasped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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