My head tilts back and I let out a pleading sound.
I thought the man had talent before, but clearly, he was holding back.
My legs quiver. My arms shake. My pussy pulsates.
“Suck my cock if you wanna come, little girl.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to plead my case.
He flattens a large hand on my back, forcing my body against his.
We’re skin to skin.
The feel of my hard nipples against his abdomen causes a delicious shiver to run through me.
Kaz resumes his mission, eating me out like I’m a feast while I suck him off like his erection is a prize.
He thrusts up into my mouth, and even though my hand is around him, the movement is so sudden and forceful, the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat.
I gag around him and my eyes water from the intrusion.
He hums, the sound vibrating through me in sensual waves.
Fuck, yeah.
This is more salacious than all my spicy romance books combined. Naughtier than I dared to hope.
The way his tongue lavishes my pussy is mind blowing.
My moans are so loud, they echo off his bedroom walls.
As we each seek our release, our skin is slick with sweat as we glide against one another.
He needs to give me permission to come soon.
“Look at you taking care of Daddy’s cock, little girl. Ready to swallow Daddy’s cum?”
Fuck, this role playing is driving me out of my mind.
I drop his cock from my mouth. “I am.”
“Once you do, you’ll have my permission to come,” he says. “Now, finish Daddy off like the good little girl you are.”
The forceful command is pure Daddy Dom.
I wrap my lips around him, and when I do, he grips my ass with force as he fucks my mouth.
His frantic cadence makes it challenging for me to keep up as he drives his cock deeper down my throat. My saliva coats his cock because there’s no time to swallow.
He devours me, lapping, licking, suckling me between his lips.
It’s too much, overwhelming every sense until there’s nothing but my desperate sucking and Kaz’s hedonistic grunts.
My pending orgasm is a breath away.
It builds, and builds, and builds heavy and hot in my core.
I whimper, arching my back, needing release so bad, I’m willing to beg on my knees for it.
