Daddy ✔️

C H A P T E R - F O U R (S)

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Enna's POV.

He takes me by surprise and pushes me backwards, until my back is pressed against the cold wall. I shiver at the temperature difference. I watch with wide eyes as he drops to his knees on the carpet. I seem to have lost my ability to speak.

He runs his hands up my legs, from my calves to my thighs. His hands spread across my hips and smooth over my stomach. The action is strangely arousing. I find myself leaning back against the wall, savouring his touch as his rough hands rub my body.

I don't even realise my eyes have closed until they fly open when I feel him pull down my thong. Embarrassment floods through me, flaming everything from the tips of my ears to my neck, pink. He has paused with my thong around my thighs, a clear string of arousal is stretched between my pussy and my thong. It's impossible to miss, and Keon's eyes are locked on it.

'Oh my God,' I whisper and cover my face with my hands.

Keon is silent for a moment. I jump when I feel his hands on me. I peek through my fingers to see he has rubbed the juices away with two fingers and now spreads them against my pussy lips. They slide over me easily, lubed with my own arousal.

He parts my lips and pushes his fingers against my sensitive flesh. Fuck, that feels good. I manage to remove my hands from my face.

'Don't be embarrassed, baby,' he says huskily, 'I love that I've made you this wet. It's all for me, isn't it?'

I can barely think straight. He has trapped my clit between his index and middle finger and is rolling it between them. My own fingers twitch at my sides, itching to touch him back.

'Yes, only for you,' I choke the words out, embarrassed that I'm on the verge of orgasm from such simple stimulation.

'So wet, such a good girl,' he hums and presses a kiss to pussy, right over my clit. My hips twitch forward in response.

I watch him as he pulls his hand away and finishes removing my thong. I regret wearing a black one. The enormous white patch is unmissable.

Keon groans quietly and grips my thong in his hand. 'I'm keeping these baby, it's so fucking hot how wet you are for me,' he grunts and throws my thong over so that it lands perfectly into his open weekender bag.

'You can't be serious-' I'm cut off in my protest because Keon leans forward and plunges his tongue between my lower lips.

I cry out and throw my head back, leaning against the wall. His large hand wraps around my right thigh. He lifts it up and hooks it over his shoulder, giving himself better access to me. My hands claw and grab at the wall, desperately trying to find some kind of grip to latch on to.

Keon's mouth is incredible. I can barely hold in my moans whilst his tongue drives me into a crazy state of arousal. My hands find their way to his hair, tugging and pulling on it whilst he slurps away between my legs.

The noises that my wet pussy and his tongue make only heighten my arousal. I can't think straight, mind-numbing pleasure overwhelms me.

I've been eaten out before, but never like this. Keon eats me like I'm his favourite delicacy, like I'm the last meal he'll ever eat. One hand grips my thigh, the other slides along my hip.

He pushes two fingers inside of me and I gasp loudly. He scissors his fingers, stretching me. His tongue makes figures of eight around my clit, rubbing it continuously until an orgasm builds. His fingers drag along my inner walls when he pumps them in and out of me. I know I won't be able to hold off much longer.