Michael's POV
Allyson raised one delicate finger to my mouth, the gentle pressure making my breath catch.
"Quiet," she murmured, her voice like honey dripping over steel. "You crave this as desperately as I do."
Her tone was velvet soft yet commanding, wrapping around my senses like silk.
Then she whispered with devastating confidence, "Isn't that right, Daddy?"
Her palm traced a slow path along my inner thigh, deliberate and knowing, and my arousal strained painfully against the confines of my pants.
She pressed against me through the material, her touch both gentle and demanding.
"Feel how ready you are," she purred, her fingers working me with maddening precision. "Completely ready... for me."
A deep rumble escaped my chest. Desire flooded my system like molten steel.
That was my breaking point.
