“Look how wet you are, Princess.”
She sucks her bottom lip in.
“Is that all for me?”
She nods and shifts her backside closer to the edge of the dresser, spreading her pussy to obscene proportions.
“Such a dirty little whore.”I wipe my finger down her slit, coating my finger in her excitement.“Open,” I demand.
Her mouth drops, obedient at last.I slide my finger over her tongue.“Clean it.”
She sucks my finger, drinking down her excitement.My entire body tightens at the sight of her doing exactly as I command.
It’s a drug.
She’sa fucking drug, addling my brain, fucking with my reality.She soaks into every cell and pore and my mind fills with her.Every muscle heats, my pussy throbs.I haven’t let her touch me.Not yet.I don’t often let women touch me.But I need her.Need to see her between my legs, obedient, pleasing me.
I pull my finger out and she bites down.I growl as I yank it out and she giggles.
“Oh, don’t worry,” she says.“I have something that will make it better.”
She takes my injured finger and slides it up her thigh right to her entrance.She pushes me inside her soaking cunt.And then she rocks on my hand, fucking herself, taking exactly what she wants from me.
I’m so stunned that I’ve allowed her to take control.She’s worked her way into my system like poison.Infecting me.
“Fuck me, Dahlia,” she whispers.“Please?”
Her words are a spark and an ignition.I drop to my knees and draw my tongue over her wet slit.I lick her pussy — lapping and flicking at her hardening clit.
“Oh gods,” she moans, her hips bucking.“More, please, more…” she begs.
Her words flood my mind; wave after wave of chemistry alters my brain.I want to give her more.Give her everything.I slide another finger in her pussy and she gasps.She tastes sweet and musky and like a hit from the strongest blood I’ve ever consumed.
I realise then, I don’t want to let go.Regardless of what we said, I don’t actually want this to end.
But it’s going to.I fuck her slowly, lovingly.I don’t go hard; I don’t spank her or out-dom her brat.
I worship her.
And that is terrifying.I listen to the movement of her body, tilting my head and moving my tongue, focusing on her, her body, her pleasure.I adjust, move and wind her tighter.
Her pussy throbs against my fingers, tightening and loosening as I drive her higher and higher.
I glance up and note the hard points of her nipples against the silken fabric of her dress.
“Dahlia, fuck,” she breathes.
I suck her clit into my mouth and rub against her wall.Soft, soft, hard.Over and over.Her legs shake against my cheeks, she’s panting and sweating.I glance up again and realise she’s crying.
I pause.
“Don’t.Don’t stop,” she says.“I’m so close.”
I lap at her pussy faster and faster, my fingers moving in a steady rhythm, dragging the pleasure out as long as I can.Her body practically vibrates against me.
She bucks twice; she’s ready.I drive my fingers in hard against her wall.She gasps.My tongue flicks her clit once, twice more and she cries out.There’s a rushing vibration against my fingers and then she soaks me, squirting over my face and chin as she screams my name.
I grin, thoroughly fucking pleased with myself as I lap up the remains from her still twitching pussy.
