It’s not complete faith, but it’s enough for now.
I squeeze her other breast, pinching the tightened nipple between my fingers.
It’s only my forearm lying across her ribcage that stops her from fully arching away from the bed. Her ragged groan is music to my ears.
I tweak both nipples while, with my other hand, I slowly open her folds, seeking the treasure buried there.
Mine,I want to stamp over her flesh, like some savage from a different time.
Her pretty clit peeks up at me and there’s a little redness around her hole. Guilt slams into me. I was rough earlier, and I can’t take it back. But what I can do is claim her so fully that even the thought of leaving me will mist away soon.
I stroke my hands over her—palms rough against silky skin, sliding over her ribs, thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts until her breathing changes. My mouth follows, kissing along her pelvic line, the slight curve of her belly, the underside of her breasts, the dip of her clavicle. Her fingers tug my hair as I circle one hard nipple with my tongue.
She’s quaking and writhing under me, her breath coming in shallow pants. “Daddy, please… I need more.”
“Hush, baby girl,” I say, drawing closer and closer to the plump tip. “Don’t hurry me. I mean to take my time with you.”
“I can’t bear slow…” she says, shaking her head. “It was good earlier.”
I laugh and draw the nipple into my mouth. And suckle hard, making lewd noises.
She jerks up into me, bony hips pressing up, rubbing one thigh against my cock.
The damn thing feels like a hot poker in my sweatpants. I push away her thigh, stopping her dry humping. “No, Daddy knows best, remember?”
Warm amber eyes glare at me. There’s a line of sweat beads over her upper lip that I want to lick up but I can’t give up my prize yet. Releasing one with a popping sound, I clamp my lips over the other nipple and suck. She jerks under me, pressing closer.
With my other hand, I delve inside her velvet-soft folds, circling her clit, drawing lines to her swollen slit. Her arousal coats my fingers, drips down to her inner thighs. “Fuck, baby girl is always drenching Daddy, yeah?” I say, rubbing my jaw around her nipple.
“I can’t help it. Can’t help how much I want you,” she says, pushing the aching bud towards my lips.
I grin and lick the center without giving her what she needs. “You don’t have to, little bird. Daddy likes how ready you are for him.” I circle her clit a little more, loving the hitch of her breath and gather her wetness around my finger. I bring it to her mouth. “Open. Taste how ready you are for me.”
Her tongue snakes out, licks up the wetness before those sweet lips wrap around the digit. Her eyes promise payback as she sucks my finger. “Is that good, Daddy? Am I doing a good job?”
Every time she calls me that, I harden a little more. Lifting her pert tit, I nip the underside until the tender flesh is marked. “That’s for sassing me, baby girl.”
She jerks away first, and then into the touch, a mewl falling from her lips. “I like it when you discipline me, Daddy,” she says, eyes wide and trusting in that elfin face.
Fuck, this girl and what her trust does to me…
I drag my face down her body, peppering open-mouthed kisses on every inch of skin while I work her pussy. My finger falls away from her mouth as it slackens and all her concentration is on the approaching orgasm.
I watch her eyelids flutter, her breath quicken, a pink blush snaking down her neck and chest. I slide one finger into her gently. “Relax for me, little bird. You’re a little swollen here but I promise to make it better. You trust me, yeah?”
Her muscles relax instantly. I add another finger, stroke in and out slowly before I curl them. Sweat beads my forehead as I realize how tiny she is and how big I am.
I nudge at her g-spot, until she’s bucking her hips up against my palm. I work her, over and over, until her moans turn guttural. “I need you inside, Daddy.”
“You’ll get me, Jasmine,” I say, a stern note entering my tone as I slide down on the bed. “So fully, so deep and so hard that you’ll scream my name. But first,” I sink my face into her pussy, and her juices drench my nose and my lips. Her thighs clamp my head in a choke hold I love. If I die with my face planted into her sweet pussy, I won’t mind one bit.
“Daddy, please…” she says again.
“Come first, Jasmine.” To show that I mean it, I slightly nip her clit before I lap the bundle with the tip of my tongue. “Let go. Be a good girl for me.”
Her eyes rest on my face for a second before they roll back and she’s coming against my mouth, while chanting my name. Her slender hips jerk, up and then away, but I don’t let her escape.
I keep sucking her clit, sending her rolling into another orgasm. Fuck, I’ll never get over how responsive she is. Never get over how this tight cunt could be mine forever.
