Chapter eight- Under The table Sins Part three
I forgot how to breathe, he looked like he had just tasted the most delicious, decadent thing in the world, yet he maintained this sternness in his eyes which promised me that I was going to face the consequences of my actions later.
After I had enclosed his hand between my thighs, he had strongly groaned out his disapproval and his grip on my neck tightened. His actions served as a warning, his silence was all that was necessary to pass on the correct message. With his lips to my ear, he keeps on groaning like a brute and I do not know how that would be possible, but it feels like his meat keeps hardening and enlarging further. Daddy Lucifer did not breathe a single word, he did not order me to spread my thighs open, neither did he make a
