"I know you are," Richard said, his voice rough.
His free hand slid between my legs, fingers parting my slick folds. "I can feel how f*****g wet you are." He growled and pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning.
I opened my mouth to scream but his other hand clamped over my lips, muffling the sound.
"Quiet," he growled against my ear. "Unless you want the whole house to know what a desperate slut you are."
I whimpered against his palm as his fingers pumped deep, curling to hit that spot that made my vision blur.
"That's better," he muttered. "Good girls keep quiet while Daddy plays with their pussy."
His thumb found my c**t, circling it with maddening pressure and I bucked against his hand.
"Does your husband know?" Richard's voice was dark, taunting. "Does he know what ki
