[M] Chapter 5 (1/2)

"Ha..you can drop that you know."

"Drop what?"

"The whole daddy thing, Chris is fine."

"You seem to like it though."

You feel his slightly calloused hands rub against your bottom, circular motions that contrast in texture to your soft skin. His movements all mimicing the same worshipful feeling. Somehow it saddened you, his treasureful movements gave you signs that he wasn't going to do this again..

Why was it so hard?..

"I guess it wont really matter, I doubt you'll remember what to call me."

If it wasnt any clearer, you feel two of his fingers press into your hole, pumping ridiculously slow only to capture your bud time to time, the sudden rave of arousal and instinctful whince was enough to forget everything. You could only focus on not clamping your legs together and hurting Chan.

"FUCK- fuck Chris a warning, a warning would be nice."

"Where's the fun in that? I wouldn't know you could whine that loud."

Chan laughs through his chest softly, but coming out far too low to be playful. The image itself, of Chan standing restfully in front of your bent over body sprawled on his table, his other hand by his side as if this was too entertaining, a leisure.

His smirk and eyes darting between his intentional power thrusts and your whincing expressions, didnt make things better.

"Tell me how much you want this."

You take your time only to catch a normal breathing rate again, you watch through thrashed strands of hair, the ceiling, starting to become the most comfy escape route today. You cant help but also focus on how cold it felt down there, exposed to air and Chan's rimming fingers, spreading the chill everywhere which could only happen if-

You were leaking so much fluid already.

As if to mock you, Chan draws with your fluids to your inner thigh, the chill of it dripping makes you shudder, erupt in too much arousal and shame.