Which means it's possible I'm not acting at all.
When I gag violently, he carefully slides his fingers out of my mouth while still holding on to my chin to remind me who's boss. What did you say to me, he whispers
As I gaze at him, tears stream down my cheeks yet my whole body is on fire. To amuse myself, I lick my lips slowly. Yes, Daddy. I've got a raspy voice. Weirdly, I have to avoid letting his hands dig into my chin as I speak. The next time you force me to come, I'll gladly accept your fingers as a token of your appreciation.
William looks at my mouth and then pulls me to his.
For more time than I want to admit, I have fantasized of experiencing this man's lips on mine. Fiction pales in comparison to the truth. Not a hint of hesitation or softness can be found. He seizes my mout
