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She had asked him to corrupt her; wanting with such desperation to be used and have her innocence altered into something much more devilish and crude. Y/n craved his touch, his taste, the heavy weight of his cock on her tongue and such thoughts had never even plucked up the courage to cross her virtuous little mind before.
And still, with a strong hand wrapped firmly against her face, squishing her cheeks with the weight of his palm — she still wanted more.
“Who knew my little angel was such a whore,” Tommy’s eyes were swarming, brum so matter-of-fact and he parted her thighs with a knee, pinning her in place to cease her squirming. “begging me to use you, to fuck you dumb. S’pathetic really.”
She was gasping, whining through pouted lips, but her babbles were soon cloaked by the intrusion of his fingers. Two thick digits slipped past her lips and he hummed lowly when she sucked at them — cheeks hollowing around them as if they were the thickness of his cock.
Y/n was clutching onto his wrist — warmth spotting her cheeks and the tips of her ears, chest heaving from the pace his digits were pumping between her tinted lips.
His free hand was trailing along her thigh, the calluses that adorned his palm pricked at her skin before he bunched up the fabric of her dress with deft fingers.
“Come on,” he cooed, removing the fingers from her mouth, just to press the silky material into her own hands. “hold onto it, little one. Wanna see this pretty cunt.”
Y/n nodded with compliance, she could feel her nipples hardening to a peak, achingly stiff under the layers of clothing that she inwardly begged would come from her soon and Tommy’s fingertips grazed the hem of her panties, swiping back and forth along the thin fabric that covered her slit — cotton so saturated and practically dripping, his digits started to glisten in the dull light.
Her mouth was dripping with expletives along with the outline of spit that had dribbled from her babbling — the profanity felt so foreign, more so for Tommy’s ear than her own and he himself had some obscenities slip at her desperate crooning.
“Watch that mouth of yours, little girl,” he spoke, thumb pressed against her clit — so swollen and engorged, the cream-coloured cotton held taut against her sensitivity.
Whimpering and watching him through glassy eyes, her eyelashes fluttered, silently imploring for any sort of stimulation.
He was slow with his movements, and she knew he was doing it on purpose, an unoccupied hand scratching at the thickness of her thigh with blunt nails. And before she could protest, tell him to hurry up, to give her what she craved — his ghosting digits had been pulled away, instead a hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed with his thumb and fingers.
“So fuckin’ needy for my cock, eh?” He muttered, gaze flickering between each eye and the corner of his lips twitched upwards. “Want me to fill you up to the brim, s’that what you want, greedy girl?”
Y/n nodded with a vigour, clutching desperately at his wrist and she felt the need to squeeze her thighs shut just to alleviate the throbbing that was between them.
With a heavy palm, a brisk slap had been wreaked against her already burning cheek, and the plump flesh seared with the sting.
“Answer me,” his speech barely below a mutter, though those swarming, blue eyes of his had her wanting with a hefty desire to comply. “I’m getting impatient, little one. Don’t want to keep daddy waiting, do you?”
Her lips stuttered, waterline glistening with the faint outline of her unshed tears and her clammy hands still held on tightly to the skirt of her dress, the skin upon her knuckles taut and flexing. All because of a single word he had used to address himself — a single word he knew she’d react to. Daddy.
“Oh, daddy,” she exhaled with a sigh, chest heaving and her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, eyelids shut so tight she swore she saw stars. “Please. Wanna be used by you- I’ll be such a good girl, I promise!”
The rough pad of his thumb circled her cheekbone, swiping away the tears that had managed to slip already — gaze hazy and blurred, looking absolutely fucked-out and all it took was a few filthy words.
“Alright, love,” he cooed, pressing himself even closer to her, his cock stiff and twitching, the confines of his trousers absolutely suffocating. “want me to make you cum, eh? Want daddy to show you what it’s like to be filled?”
Y/n’s senses were on overload — the dulled scent of whiskey and tobacco had her knees buckling — mixing with the sweet perfume that she had spritzed upon her neck that morning.
Nodding exuberantly, she leaned forward to peck him on the mouth, lips wet and glistening and once she pulled back she couldn’t help but release the whimper that had been building inside her throat.
“Yes, daddy-” she uttered, reaching out a hand to clutch onto the lapels of his suit jacket. “want you to ruin me.”
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