CLOSE TO CUMMING DADDY
Mathilda’s POV
Just before I reach my climax, just before that sweet, blinding release takes over my body, everything stops.
He stops.
One second I am on the edge, my entire body trembling, my breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan, and the next—nothing. The warmth and built up pressure—all gone. My brain short-circuits that I can’t even process what just happened. It feels like someone pulled the plug on electricity just as the lights were about to blaze at their brightest.
Before I can catch up, or even protest, he adjusts me gently, almost mockingly tender, and turns me around to press a kiss against my breasts. The contrast between his softness and the cruelty of stopping leaves me dizzy.
Then he steps back.
“Meet me in the car in ten minutes,”
