Page 98 of Falling for Them

“I’m wet,” she says.“See?”

I can see.Those panties are dark, wet with her arousal.

“Such a good girl,” I murmur, holding out my hand.

She drops the panties into my outstretched palm.I pocket them.

“You deserve a reward,” I say before placing a hand on her bare knee.“Is this okay?Tell me I can touch you, little one.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says.“I’d like that very much.”

She sounds so young, innocent and sweet.The twisted, perverted part of me revels in that to the point that I no longer care that I’m a sick old man.I want her so damn much, it doesn’t matter what proper, vanilla folks might think about my deviant urges.

I slide my hand along her bare thigh until my fingertips brush her folds.She’s slippery and I flutter my fingers over her.

She gasps.“Yes.More, please.”

“Because you’ve been so good,” I whisper, rubbing my thumb over the swollen pearl of her clit.

Her breathing grows harsh in the quiet hum of the car.We’re in our own private bubble and her sweet scent fills my nose.I want to taste her, but I’ll wait.For now, touching her and listening to her breathy little gasps is tiding me over.

Sebastian’s getting food—I’m not hungry, but Ella might be.We need to take care of her before we start all the fucking I want to do.

Glancing out the tinted windows, I can tell we have maybe two minutes before we reach my building.I think of denying her orgasm, making her wait, but almost as if she’s reading my mind, she grips my forearm, trying to hold my hand against her pussy.

“Please,” she says, her brown eyes fixed on mine.

Fuck.I can’t deny her anything.I thrust a thick finger into her, and then another, all the while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

She shatters, her face twisting in her pleasure, her mouth open, head thrown back.“Kingston!”she cries as I continue to pump my fingers.I love the way her pussy clamps rhythmically, squeezing me.I can’t wait until it’s my cock inside of her.

The car pulls up to my building and stops.Ella’s sex-drunk eyes meet mine.

“What’s next?”she asks blearily.

“We’re going to feed you,” I say.“And then we’re going to fuck you.”

Twenty-Five

Ella

I expect Kingston to kiss me in the elevator, but he doesn’t.Instead, he holds my hand and gives me an affectionate look.

I try to tug him over.What he did to me in the car was a mere prelude.I know how much more is coming, what Sebastian and Kingston can do for me, and I want to start immediately.

He doesn’t follow my lead, though.

“Daddy,” I whisper.

“Yes, little one?”

“I want a kiss.”

His fond look gets even fonder.“Where would you like me to kiss you, Ella?”

“Everywhere.”

He brushes a finger along my jaw.“Here?”