“Oh?” There’s a hint of curiosity in her tone as her fingers travel through the water up the inside of my thigh. “Do you like the way Mommy hurts you, baby?”
Need flares to life between my legs. “Uh-huh.” My response is breathless, my lungs seizing with the aching want her touch inspires.
“That makes Mommy so very happy to hear, little one.” Her fingers brush over my throbbing clit, pulling a whimper from my lips as I raise my hips, silently begging for more. “Are you too sore to ride Mommy’s cock again this morning?”
“No, no, I want to. Please, Mommy.”
“Good girl. Let’s get you washed up, then.”
We hurry through my bath with far more urgency than the days previous, and when I’m squeaky-clean and dry again, she leads me back out to my nursery, where she settles in the oversized glider. Hiking up her flowing dress, she reveals a different cock I’ve never seen before. This one is a bright pink and covered with glitter. Pretty, in a fun way that feels like it’s more for my amusement than anything.
Mommy holds open her arms, beckoning me. “Come here, little imp.”
Driven by the need pulsing through my veins, I climb up with her, straddling her slender legs and lowering my sore pussy down onto her cock. It’s smaller than the one from last night, though it still stretches my aching muscles in a way that pulls a sigh from deep within my being as I sink down onto her.
“That’s my good Little girl,” she croons, tugging at the top of her dress so her breast pops free. “Come here, baby. Let Mommy feed you.”
My mouth waters at the memory of her milk, and I obediently duck my head to take her nipple into my mouth while we rock together, her pink glittery dick sliding in and out of my spasming pussy with every movement.
“Such a hungry baby,” she murmurs, running her fingertips down my back as I move on her. “Do you like Mommy’s milk, little one?”
Without releasing her nipple, I nod and hum with satisfaction as the sweet liquid once more pours over my tongue.
“That makes me so happy, baby.Youmake me so happy.”
Pleasure builds in my core with every roll of my hips. Unlike the night before, this morning is slow, almost leisurely, a gentle ride to the top.
I’m almost there when the milk stops flowing, and I can’t help but whine at the loss.
“Shh, baby. There’s more. Here, my love.”
Still moving on her, I shift to the opposite breast, sighing happily when my mouth is once more flooded with her.
“That’s my good girl.” Her crooning praise washes over me. “Are you going to come for me, baby? Are you going to come with your pussy full of Mommy’s cock and your mouth full of Mommy’s milk?”
I can’t possibly give her a verbal answer, so I respond the only way I know how, my movements growing frantic as I chase my pleasure.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Just like that. Let Mommy feel that sweet little cunt milking her cock. Come for me, babygirl. Just for me.”
Just for you. Only for you.
The thoughts echo in my mind as the orgasm crashes over me, bathing me in pleasure as my pussy contracts around her cock.
And then it’s Mommy’s turn, her nails biting into my hips as she bucks beneath me, her body clenching with her own orgasm before she collapses again, panting for breath as she smiles down at me.
“Such a good, filthy little baby. Come, let’s get some solid food in your tummy and then Mommy has a surprise for you.”
Catharina
“But where are wegoing?”
I’ve lost count of how many times my Little girl has asked me that exact question since I told her I had a surprise for her and I can’t help but chuckle at the whine in her voice. “I told you, it’s a surprise.”
“Maybe I don’t like surprises.” Huffing out a breath, she sits back against the seat, her arms crossed over her denim overalls. The pants, combined with the pretty blue-gingham top and her hair up in little buns on the top of her head, make for the cutest damn Little girl I’ve ever seen in my life.
Not so cute that I’m willing to give into her petulant behavior, however.
“Oh, well that’s a shame, then,” I say lightly. “I’ll just have Gavin turn the car around. Gavin, my Little girl doesn’t want her?—”
