Chapter 62
Amber Whyte.
"Drop to your f*****g knees, little dove, It's time for Daddy's breakfast."
Elion's bellows didn't only ring in my ears.
The deep rumbling command shot through my cunt, jolting every nerve in my body back to life.
Like an obedient slut, my p***y sprang to life, vibrating through the messy slick that clung to it like a second skin.
It was warm now, swollen, ready, coated in milky strings, buzzing angrily as if every drop of blood in my body settled there.
And me?
I obeyed.
I always obeyed my Masters.
But this time? I was too quick. Too desperate to be f****d. To be sucked. To be ruined by Daddy's tongue.
My knees hit the bed faster than my brain could process it.
Slowly, I parted my legs…wide, positioning them in between Elion's head.
Then it hit me like
