Dirty Erotica; Daddy's Little Kitten.

Chapter 2. Daddy's Helping Hands

Dylan stood transfixed at the door, not a single word coming out of his mouth. He was utterly stunned that he couldn't even move an inch from where he stood.

What he saw was the least expected.

Daddy's little kitten, pleasuring herself with her own fingers.

Although he had always struggled with guilt over his feelings for her, he wouldn't deny that they still lingered deep within him. And now that he'd finally tried to get rid of thoughts about her by staying far away in Mexico, he came right back in a trap of his own making, or perhaps fate’s design.

She looked so pretty, prettier than he had last seen her.

Her sleek dark hair accentuated her face with a radiant glow, but what caught his attention mostly was her buried fingers in her wet cunt.

That single sight turned him on. He could feel himself getting hard, but he tried to remain calm.

Withdrawing her fingers, she tried to stand, but the word, ‘WAIT’ rolled out of Dylan's mouth before he could stop them.

“I'm… I'm really sorry. I shouldn't be doing this,” Brittany apologised, her face flushing from embarrassment.

Dylan closed the door and approached her, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of desire and concern.

As he approached her, she nervously tucked a strand of her hair behind, avoiding his gaze..

Shutting her eyes closed, she nibbled her lower lips, the air mixed with the scent of Dylan’s cologne and her arousal.

“Please…” she whispered when she finally locked eyes with Dylan .

“What you just saw–” She paused and bit her lips. “It.. it isn't what it is. Just pretend like this never happened.”

She was about to get on her feet when Dylan pushed her gently to the chair with a firm grip. He could see it. The guilt and embarrassment in her eyes, but there was something more.. something more sensual–the desire to satisfy herself.

“I should — go..” she mumbled, struggling to bear the thought of him witnessing her like this.

Dylan held her wrist, his eyes trailed up her wet cunt to her face. He knew she desired to be satisfied.

“What happened to you?” He asked, his voice gentle yet firm.

Shaking her head, she mumbled, her voice filled with pleas.. “I - I don't know. I - I just…”

“Do you need my help?” Dylan asked without a second thought.

“Yes - no!” The word slipped out of her mouth and then she paused, searching his face for any signs of sincerity, her eyes locked on his with a mix of hope and weariness.

This would be the first time a guy would see her in this state. Not just anyone, but the one person she's harboured a forbidden crush on.

Brittany was a virgin and although she often satisfied her sensual urges with her fingers, she still doesn't find fulfilment, a lingering emptiness leaves her searching for more, a sensing of longing that persists.

She's never been on dates. Has no boyfriend or whatsoever.

“Look, I'm willing to help you relieve yourself.” Dylan's voice cut through the thick silence, filled with unwavering certainty.

“Are - are you sure you want to do this?” She stuttered out the question, her words hesitant, as Dylan nodded in agreement..

Exhaling deeply, she let the word slip softly from her lips, “Okay,”

As Dylan reached for her top button, she trembled, watching him undo them.

He slid his fingers in and groped her t**s while her tensed muscles relaxed.

As he gave it a gentle squeeze, she moaned softly as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

“f**k!” Dylan moaned when he felt her hard n****e. He brushed and rolled his finger over it, sending a spark of sensation within her.

The sight of her firm, round tit delighted him.

It was so soft and perky, and he wished he could flip her over and bury his face in them.

As he pinched her n*****s, a moan escaped her lips.

“Oh, fuck..” she whispered as he rolled his thumb over it, sending a spark of pleasure through her.

He loved it.. those dirty words that slipped out of her lips along with her innocent doe eyes. They were like fire that fueled his arousal, but he made an effort to stay composed.

As he glanced at her beautiful entrance, hd looked up at her and admitted, “You're so f*****g wet, kitten.”

She purred when he gave her a light slap on her p**y.

“You like it, don't you?” He asked as he leaned in closer, giving her just another slap.

The gentle strike sent a jolt of electricity through her, and her voice dropped to a sensual whisper. “Yes, yes,”

As he slapped her writhing p***y once more, he asked, “Louder? You like it, don't you?”

“Yes, daddy. Yes,” she replied, her breath coming out in short bursts.

“Good..” Dylan smirked and then he plucked his fingers in and brushed her c**t, watching her body shiver.

“You love being a good girl, don't you?” Dylan chuckled.

“Mommy’s good girl…” He added with a smirk and that was when those memories came flooding.

That was the name he often used on her and she'd admit that she doesn't like being called that. She could recall how her mom had told him of her plans to make her a chaplain, and he had always thought she would walk in that path, but now she was eager, eager to show him otherwise.

She wouldn't live by her mom's dictate.

She wasn't any mommy's good girl. She wants to be untamed, embracing her fierce side.

“You love being called that, don't you?” Dylan asked, but she didn't respond.

“Don't you?....”

“No!” Brittany replied, her tone firm. Dylan raised a brow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

He loved her fierce response, and he loved the fact that she differed from what her mom envisioned. He loved the fact that she was fiery, independent and unafraid to speak her mind.

After all, she's nineteen and at an age where her own decisions should matter most.

The next thing that happened left Dylan stunned.

Brittany sat upright and slid her hands around his neck. With a smirk on her face, she pressed her lips against the crook of his neck, darting her tongue to taste that damned Adam apple that teased the hell out of her.

Her breath lingered on his skin as she gave him a soft sensual caress, her fingers sending jolts of electricity through him.

A sense of intense arousal coursed through Dylan as she stuck her tongue into his earlobe.

His d**k rocked hard, and there was a huge bulge in his pants.

It took a lot of self control for him to restrain himself from bending her over and f*****g her so hard.

Damn. She's an innocent slut.

Brittany grazed his neck with her nose to sniff him, her fingers buried in his spiky hair.

Once she finally locked eyes with him, she whispered, “I'm not mommy's good girl….. I'm a REBEL”

Dylan let out a low growl as his lips met hers in a passionate kiss, his hands kneading and fondling her breasts, plucking at her n*****s through her shirt.

Like a damned wanton, she arched and melted into his kisses, panting and wishing he could rip her shirt apart and cover her aching n*****s with his mouth. That sinfully skilful mouth..

“f**k!” He spat once they had broken the kiss, his eyes burning with intense arousal.

As he traced her curves with his fingers, he admitted, “You're one bad slut, Brit. Daddy's little slut..”

He hummed, capturing her lips once again, their tongues intertwined, dancing in a sensual rhythm that left him breathless and wanting more.

Gripping her thighs, he pulled her towards him, his bulge poking her entrance. Brittany’s back arched as she moved herself against him, wanting to feel him, wishing he could release that rod and bury it deep inside her.

Dylan's face remained poised over her, panting.

Her allure, freshness, and irresistible charm captivated him. It took immense self-control to restrain his primal instincts, fearing he might overwhelm her with his intensity.

If he was to take her, he wouldn't be gentle because he was consumed by a passion that left little room for tenderness.

“I love it when you call me that..” Brittany whispered in his ears

Dylan let out a low growl as he plucked two of his fingers in her p**y once again.

He thrusted his fingers inside, hitting a spot that made her see stars. Rolling his finger slowly around her c**t, she gripped his hair tightly, her body thrashing against him.

She was riding, riding on his fingers, and he loved it.

“I…. I want to c*m,” Brittany said amidst moans..

“Yes, c*m on me. c*m on my fingers,” Dylan challenged, his eyes dancing with amusement.

The lewd sound of her wetness filled the air and the room. Her body shark with pent desire.

Dylan’s fingers flicked against her c**t and Brittany shuddered at the intense pleasure, rocking her hips against his palm to create friction against her c**t.

He pinched the bundle of flesh at the top of her mound, with his other finger exploring her p**y.

With a scream, Brittany began to c*m all over his fingers. She exhaled in satisfaction when she was done, their eyes locked on each other with a heavy silence lingering in the air.

The crunch of gravel under tires from a pulling-up car shattered the stillness, and her phone’s shrill ring from the sofa cut through the air.

She felt a shiver run down her spine as she sensed her mom's return.

Her eyes went wide and her thoughts rearranged themselves like a damned puzzle when she realised what they had done.

Oh no.