She couldn’t let him leave.
Not like this.
Not when every cell in her screamed for his touch.
“Wait,” she whispered, voice husky.
“Tristan… I will do it.”
He paused, then turned slowly, a dark, satisfied smirk curving his lips.
Without a word, he sank onto the wide leather couch, legs spread in that arrogant, dominant way, grey eyes locked on her like a predator.
“Good girl. Sit on the couch across from me. Spread those pretty legs and show me how desperate that pussy is for attention.”
Ophelia’s cheeks burned with humiliation and also need as she moved to the couch facing him.
Her hands trembled as she reached for the zipper at the side of her gown with a deep breath.
“Father… this is for you.. Hope I don’t regret this.” she thought in her head.
Slowly, teasingly, she pulled it down, the sound loud in the quiet penthouse.
The fabric loosened, sliding off one shoulder, then the other, revealing the smooth curve of her collarbone and the tops of her full breasts.
She let it pool at her waist for a moment, savoring the way his jaw tightened, before pushing it down over her hips.
The gown whispered to the floor, leaving her completely bare except for the forbidden lace panties.
Tristan’s eyes darkened to storm clouds.
“Panties too. Now!!”
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and peeled them down her thighs, bending slowly so he could watch every inch.
Her slick pussy was already glistening with arousal, exposed to his hungry gaze.
She stepped out of the lace and sat back on the couch, heart pounding.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, voice low and rough.
“But remember.. no fingers inside that tight little cunt. That’s mine to stretch and fill.”
Ophelia nodded slowly, biting her lip.
She leaned back against the cushions, parting her thighs wide so he had a perfect view.
One hand trailed down her stomach, fingers brushing over her smooth mound before dipping between her slick folds.
She gasped at the first contact, circling her swollen clit with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Mmm… damn!,” she moaned softly, her hips twitching.
“Give a dirty talk.” he commanded, she shut her eyes as she circled around it.
“Just thinking about your thick cock makes me ache.” she forced out as he smirked.
She rubbed faster, two fingers gliding over her sensitive nub, spreading her wetness everywhere.
“Fuck… it feels so good… but I need more. I want you so deep inside me.”
Tristan watched intently, his own arousal obvious in the growing bulge straining his grey shorts.
His hands gripped the edge of the couch, knuckles white, but he stayed seated.
Ophelia’s moans grew louder, more desperate.
She ground against her hand, chasing the edge, but without penetration it stayed just out of reach.
“Please… I am so close. My pussy’s throbbing for you. I need to cum so badly…”
Unable to resist any longer, Tristan moved closer, leaning forward.
His large hands reached out and grabbed both her boobs roughly, squeezing the soft flesh and tugging hard on her nipples.
“Look at you, playing with that greedy cunt in front of me like a filthy little mistress.”
Ophelia’s eyes flew open at his touch, a sharp cry escaping her.
She grabbed his wrists, then pulled him down to sit fully on the couch beside her.
In one fluid, needy motion, she climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs.
His clothed cock pressed hot and hard against her bare, dripping pussy as she began to rock against him.
Tristan was too caught up to even stop her as he shut his eyes enjoying the moment which he feels is heaven.
“Yes… fuck, you feel so big even through your shorts,” she whimpered, grinding down harder.
Her hips rolled in deep, sensual circles, sliding her slick folds along the thick ridge of his erection.
The movement was maddeningly good.
Tristan groaned deeply, hands gripping her ass as she bounced and ground on him.
“That’s it, baby. Soak my coc. You are such a desperate slut for me.”
She moved faster, moaning loudly, her boobs bouncing with every thrust of her hips.
The wet sounds of her arousal filled the room.
Tristan’s breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking up to meet her.
“Fuck… Lia… you are gonna make me cum like this.”
Right as his moans deepened and his cock twitched dangerously close to release, he grabbed her hips and lifted her off him with a growl.
“Not yet.” A low whimp escaped her lips.
He yanked off his black singlet in one smooth motion, revealing his sculpted torso and rippling abs.
“Touch yourself again. Stand right here in front of me.”
Ophelia obeyed at once, legs shaky. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
She positioned herself directly before him one foot planted on the floor, the other lifted and propped on the arm of the couch beside him, spreading her glistening pussy wide open for his view.
Her fingers returned to her clit, rubbing frantic circles.
“Watch me… watch how wet I am for you.”
Tristan freed his thick, throbbing cock from his shorts and began stroking himself slowly at first, then faster, eyes glued to her exposed cunt.
They stared at each other, filthy eye contact that made everything hotter.
“Look at that pretty pink pussy dripping for me,” he rasped.
“You are such a good little thing, showing me everything.”
His hand pumped his shaft harder, veins bulging, the head slick with precum.
Ophelia’s fingers flew over her clit, moaning his name.
“Tristan… I am so close… cum for me.”
With a guttural groan, Tristan erupted.
Thick ropes of hot cum shot across her stomach and boobs, painting her skin in pearly streaks.
The sight pushed her even closer.
Noticing how desperately fast she was rubbing herself, he leaned in, replacing her hand with his own.
Two thick fingers stroked her swollen folds rapidly up and down, teasing her entrance without pushing inside, just like his rule.
“You want to cum so bad, don’t you? This needy little cunt is clenching for something to fill it.”
Ophelia’s standing leg buckled at once, not able to hold the pleasure slamming through her.
Tristan caught her thigh with his free hand, holding it firmly in place so she stayed spread open for him.
He rubbed her folds faster, harder, thumb pressing firmly on her clit while his fingers glided through her slickness.
“Cum for me, baby. Squirt all over my chest like the dirty girl you are.”
Her body tensed violently.
“Tristan… oh fuck…yes! I am cumming!” A powerful orgasm ripped through her.
Her pussy spasmed wildly, and she squirted hard, hot, clear fluid gushing over his fingers, his abs, and his still-hard cock in pulsing streams.
Her leg gave out completely, but he held her steady until the last tremor passed.
She collapsed forward onto him, trembling and breathless, her cum-smeared boobs pressing against his chest as aftershocks rippled through her.
Tristan wrapped his arms around her, one hand still possessively cupping her soaked pussy.
“Good girl,” he murmured against her ear, voice dark with satisfaction.
“But we are nowhere near done tonight.”