“No one’s ever tasted this cunt? No one’s ever made you come on their tongue?"
“No one’s ever made me come on their tongue,” I confirm. “I thought it only happened in books.”
Saint’s eyes darken even more, if possible, and his chest rumbles with something sounding like a purr.
“Don’t worry, Daddy’s going to take good care of you. I’ll show you exactly how this cunt deserves to be treated.”
My pussy clenches at his words.
Daddy.
A kink I thought I’d enjoy but never felt brave enough to try with anyone.
“I mean—no, I meant ‘Daddy,’” Saint sighs. “I’m sorry if?—”
“I loved it,” I blurt out.
Saints lips, wet with my arousal, tip up on one side. “Yeah? Are you going to call me Daddy? Let me take care of you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what? Say it, please, Mikey, let me hear you say it.”
“Yes, Daddy. Please take care of my pussy.”
“Fuck,” Saint moans. “Lift up your shirt for me, let me see those gorgeous tits while I make you come on my fingers.”
I do as he says, lifting the shirt above my breasts so they’re exposed to him. My nipples pucker further as the cool air hits them, and Saint curses under his breath.
“You’re a work of fucking art, Mikelle Snowe.”
I’m inclined to believe him, especially when he groans again with his mouth back on my pussy and one of his fingers gently pushing inside me.
I moan at the slight fullness, but it isn’t enough.
“More, please,” I mewl. My eyes roll back in my head when he obliges, adding a second finger. He replaces his tongue with his thumb, rubbing slow circles with the perfect pressure as he kisses my inner thighs.
“I can feel you, sweetheart. Feel the way your cunt is gripping me, sucking me back in. So needy. You’re desperate for it, aren’t you? It’s okay, so am I. Ineedto feel you come for me, Mikelle. Come for Daddy while I stroke my cock. Make a mess on my counter.”
Saint latches back onto my clit, his shoulder shifting with the movement of him stroking himself.
Fuck, I wish I had a picture of what we look like right now. Saint, with his head between my legs, my hand in his hair, head tossed back in pleasure.
I bet we look hot as hell.
His fingers pump faster, and I give his hair a gentle tug, trying to keep him where he is. His appreciative groan vibrates against my pussy, amping up my arousal and sending me catapulting into an orgasm.
I’ve orgasmed before but not from oral. The pleasure I’m experiencing is different than anything else I’ve ever felt. Saint adds a third finger, fucking me in earnest. My stomach clenches,and I tug his hair as my orgasm rushes through me. My eyes flutter closed as I clench around his fingers, and my head falls between my shoulder blades.
“That’s it, so fucking good. Give me all your sweetness. So fucking beautiful when you come for Daddy. I swear I could watch you all day,” he praises, his fingers never stopping their onslaught. Before my first orgasm can even remotely subside, another sneaks up my spine.
“Daddy.”
“I feel it. Let it happen, it’s going to be gorgeous.” He leans forward and places the gentlest kiss on my clit, and I detonate. My ears ring, and stars burst behind my eyes. It feels like some type of pressure valve released between my hips, and wetness coats my thighs.
“That’s it, beautiful.Fuck,thank you for giving that to me. Daddy’s so proud of you,” he grits out, then he groans, springing to his feet and spilling his release on my thigh, mixing with my own.
I’ve seen dicks before. I’ve never thought of one as more attractive than another, but Saint’s cock puts them all to shame. It’s perfect. Thick enough to fill me but not so thick I couldn’t fit him in my mouth. Long enough to reach all the perfect spots but not so long he’d hurt me.
