victoria has always called cassie mommy, a shy little whisper that always got cassie heated up—muffling her croons on victoria’s neck as she pumps her fingers inside her in a bruising pace. it was so debauched and tantalizing, and cassie always comes out of it licking the back of her teeth, tongue rolling between their ridges as to not waste any of victoria’s sweetness. so it was a delight, altogether, when victoria slips up; says something new, calls cassie something entirely uncharted.
“daddy!” she squeals, hands blindly clutching at the bed sheets, her hips jolting at the intensity of her pleasure.
it makes cassie pause, and she feels delirious at the rising thrill that is engulfing her. she pulls up from between victoria’s legs, maw damp and flushed, before climbing up to mount her sweet girl with a grin that is too wide and too mean.
“baby, what did you call me?” her voice is deep, grave, a tinge of danger rousing from her throat. victoria feels unsteady, her head still filled with static, and her chest heaving as she catches her breath.
cassie curls her palm on victoria’s jaw, thumb swiping just underneath her weeping eye. “c’mon, baby, m’asking you something.”
“no, baby,” cassie tuts. “that’s not what you called me.”
victoria hiccups, tears beading in the corners of her eyes, and feeling her pussy fluttering at the intensity of it all—cassie’s words, her prodding, and, most of all, victoria’s own twisted hunger.
“daddy,” she murmurs, shame rousing from her fingertips up to her temple. she ducks her gaze down, avoiding cassie’s eyes, avoiding what she knows would be cassie’s disgust, but cassie—
something rumbles from her chest. something so thick with pride and want, and victoria wrenches her gaze back up, watching with wide eyes as a flush fills cassie’s face. victoria tries for any words, to ask if this is—if they are—okay, but they all erode at the frantic way that cassie presses her knee on victoria’s wet cunt, rutting it against the sensitive thing.
victoria keens, hands coming up to grip at cassie, but cassie pushes on, still dazed, and made even more needy.
“again,” cassie begs, a broken thing, before ducking down to map feverish kisses along victoria’s neck. “say it again for me, baby.”
the request makes victoria breathe in sharply, and her chest rattles at the rawness of their mutual hunger. she shapes the word in her mouth, and it forms so easily, with such familiarity, like victoria was always meant to say it. a destiny of sorts; a fulfillment of a promise that is beyond her.
cassie’s chest rumbles once more, so needy like it was the first time that her thirst had been quenched.
victoria’s cheeks tingle, but the shame now peters away to make room for her own burning desire.
cassie nips at victoria’s jugular, playful, and ruts closer to her. amidst victoria’s startled gasp, she whispers, “s’right, sweet girl. m’your daddy.”
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