Chapter 39 #2
“Fucking look at you,” I groan, my breathing laboured. “Fucking perfect. And so fucking off-limits it’s killing me, sweetheart.”
She looks up at me with hazy eyes, her pupils blown wide and her lips swollen from my kiss. “Off-limits never stopped you before,” she says, a hint of a smile tugging at her mouth.
“Brat,” I tease her, gently squeezing her throat just to see her eyes flare wide, before, with a smirk, she reaches between us, cupping my cock in her hand and arching her brow in challenge.
Testing her, I squeeze her throat, and in return, she squeezes my dick.
Christ, she couldn’t be more perfect if she tried.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunts, cocking a brow in challenge.
“You want more, sweetheart? I can give you more.” I let go of her jaw and slip my hand beneath her dress, and my blood runs hot the instant my fingers brush over nothing but smooth, bare skin.
“Oh… you’re such a tease,” I growl, my voice thick with need.
“Walking around with nothing under this flimsy little thing… what a desperate, greedy little slut.”
Every inch of her presses into me, and I can feel the ache between us tightening, ready to snap.
“Only for you, Daddy,” she gasps as I brush my knuckles over the damp heat between her legs. Sinking two fingers inside her, I find her clit with my thumb and watch as all her cocky confidence disappears into a broken whimper, a curse, and a plea for more.
“Is that what my needy girl needed?” I ask, circling her clit now, watching a flush creep up her chest and over her throat.
“Yes,” she sobs, grinding her pussy against my hand, her hands now cupping her own tits.
“Yes, what, Lily? I’m going to need you to use your words, baby. Because I’m about to snap and fuck you right here against your door, but I need to know you want it first.” She eyes me intensely, then flutters her eyelashes as she smirks at me.
“Is that begging I hear? From BegForMe himself?” The damn sass on this girl is something else. Seconds away from coming all over my hand, and she still has enough attitude to talk back. I laugh under my breath, helpless to stop it. God help me—I love her.
“If it’s begging you want, I can give you begging,” I rasp, my voice low and rough. “But right now, I’m in control.”
Taking her clit piercing between thumb and forefinger, I pinch it just enough to make her breath hitch, then pause, holding her there—defiant eyes, trembling lips, and that perfect mix of frustration and need.
“So tell me,” I demand, “do you want this?”
“If you don’t hurry up and follow through, I’m going to take matters into my own hands. Maybe I’ll hop online and see who’s around to help me out.” It’s her taunts and that fucking smirk that snaps my control.
“You gonna be a mouthy little tease about this, Lily?” I challenge, withdrawing my hand so I can deliver a swift slap to her pussy. Her nostrils flare, pupils blown to shit as she lets out a needy, broken noise that goes straight to my dick.
“You wanna play that game?”
She bites down on her bottom lip. “And if I do?”
I groan. Fuck, she’s perfect. I pull her in for another kiss, swallowing her moans as I give her pussy another spank before slipping two fingers inside her drenched cunt.
“I know you want to be a good girl for me, sweetheart,” I soothe, letting the words drag against her skin. “Your pussy’s already giving you away, so needy it’s practically begging for relief.”
My fingers flex inside her, drawing out another of those beautiful whimpers as she arches her back, trying to get more friction where she needs it most.
“But that mouth of yours?” A slow smile ghosts my lips. “That still needs correcting.”
I lean in, voice dropping another octave. “So, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to grind that sweet cunt against my fingers just like I tell you to. You’re going to free those perfect tits and let me watch them bounce while you show me exactly how badly you need this.”
“And maybe then,” I add softly, “you’ll remember what you get when you’re a good girl for Daddy.”
Her smirk falters—just for a second—before something softer takes its place. Her breath catches, shoulders dipping as if she’s finally letting the tension go. Then she reaches up, fingers slipping under her straps and easing them down her arms.
The fabric follows, giving way inch by inch until it rests low, trapped only by my hand and the curve of her hips, baring her full, bare breasts to my hungry gaze.
She’s all soft, feminine curves etched with red ink and pink jewels that drive me fucking mad.
She moves slowly—no rush, no tease. Just a quiet, cautious decision. An offering.
She holds my gaze as she does it, steady and unguarded, and something in my chest gives. This isn’t Lily the camgirl playing to an audience. This is the woman beneath the mask, stepping past her defences and letting me see what she never gives away lightly.
“Christ, look at you,” I groan, leaning down to take one hard nipple into my mouth, circling my tongue around her piercing as she grinds down against my hand. As she clenches down around my digits, I pull back to soak in the sight of her.
Her head is tossed back on a moan, skin flushed with desire, wavy hair tumbling over her full chest. I could lose myself just from watching her like this.
Wanting to help her over that edge, I spread some of her wetness up over her clit before circling it again, cataloguing the way her breath hitches at the sensation.
“Matt,” she says on a moan, her hand reaching out to dig into my bicep through my shirt, bracing herself as she works her hips against my hand in short, jerky movements. “I’m so close.”
“Yeah? You going to come all over my hand like a good little slut?” She nods, and I add a third finger, the desperate cry that spills from her lips at the stretch driving my own need up a notch.
“That’s my good girl. Work for it. Come all over my fingers. Then I’m going to make you come as you ride my face.”
Her eyes go wide, her tongue darting to lick her lips. “Here?”
I lean in, my breath grazing her skin as I trail slow kisses along her shoulder, up the curve of her neck. She shivers when I reach her ear, a soft sound escaping her as I bite down on the lobe.
My voice is low when I speak, each word a promise and a warning, a year’s worth of fantasies coming to fruition.
“In your room, on the bed. In front of your tripod. And when you come all over my face, you're going to ride my cock until you can’t anymore. And then tomorrow, we’ll do it in front of the camera, just the way you like. ”
For once, Lily seems at a loss for words. Instead of responding, her hips swivel, her breath coming fast as she continues to ride my hand. With my free hand, I reach around, gripping her ass as I continue kissing her neck and driving her closer to the edge.
It’s only when my attention drifts back to her breasts that she finally gives in. I release her ass and cup the soft weight of one breast, rolling her nipple slowly between my fingers as I take the other into my mouth. She fists the short strands of my hair, holding me close.
As if there’s anywhere else I’d want to be but right here.
Her head falls back with a soft thump against the door, quiet little sounds spilling from her as I twist her nipple, still working her with my fingers. For a moment, I let myself drown in the sight of her, in the reality that I almost lost this, lost her, for good.
What a fucking fool I’ve been.
“Matty," she breathes, that old nickname trembling in the air. She closes the space between us, her lips brushing mine in a slow, lingering kiss that feels like she’s grounding herself—and me—right here, right now.
Her hands glide up to cradle my neck, thumbs tracing along my jaw as she deepens the kiss. I keep my rhythm exactly how she needs it, collaring her throat with my free hand, applying just enough pressure to make her moan into my mouth, tongue twining with mine.
The sound shatters something in me. Every wall I built. Every rule I tried to follow. I’d break them all just to taste her again.
“Oh my God, I’m going to—” She cuts herself off, bucking against me and dropping her head to the crook of my shoulder.
I feel her come at the same moment I feel her teeth dig into that spot where my neck and shoulder meet.
A shocked hiss leaves me as she leaves her mark, pulling back with mischief shining in her eyes.
For a long moment, we just stand there, breathing each other in. Her pulse beats beneath my thumb where it rests against her throat, a steady reminder that she’s real, that she’s mine, at least for now.
“I believe you promised me a ride or two.” She smirks as she pulls back, shimming her dress down over her hips until it pools at her feet. Leaving her gloriously naked to my starving gaze.
Kicking off her heels makes her lose a few inches, but it does nothing to alter the sway of her hips as she strides past me, looking over her shoulder with a cocked brow at my hesitation. “You coming?”
I only hesitate a moment longer, in part because the sight of her like this has always knocked me for six, but mostly because I can’t quite believe she hasn’t kicked me out yet.
The second we cross her bedroom doorway, we’re all action.
Turning to face me, she tears my shirt open as I fumble with my belt.
We’re a tangle of limbs, a rush of desperate motion, stripping away every barrier between us.
Only when she shoves my boxers down and frees my cock does Lily pause.
The way she looks at me—hungry, teasing, almost reverent—makes my pulse spike, and I curse, shivering under her touch as she reaches forward to grip my thick length tightly.
“Christ. Get on the bed, sweetheart,” I bite out, trying to cling to some shred of control. Judging by the smirk curling her lips, I’m failing spectacularly.