Daddy’s Naughty Girl 3

“Stop it, baby… call me Elias,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of my ear, voice rough with need.

I fumbled blindly for the lock with my left hand, desperate for some kind of escape, some way to pretend this wasn’t happening.

But he caught my wrist midair, pinning it hard against the door above my head. His body pressed closer, heat radiating through his shirt onto my back.

“You made me this horny,” he growled, “and now you want to walk away with it?”

His tongue traced a slow, wet line up my neck. I shivered violently, hating how good it felt.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, sir,” I managed, the words tumbling out in a rush. “You’re my best friend’s dad. You’re my professor. You’re… way older than me. This is wrong. It’s forbidden in every possible way.”

He let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated against my skin.

“And so?” His free hand slid down my stomach, fingers popping the button of my skirt with practiced ease. “Why don’t you try