“Oh. Is that… Oh.” Her words evaporate as I draw her breast into my mouth, sucking off the last remnants of sugar.
I repeat the sequence on her other breast, taking my time to torture her a little as she starts to squirm beneath me. She’s overstimulated right now, her entire body probably tender from earlier, and she’s going to feel every thrust of my cock in a few minutes. But I take my time, getting her worked up and ready for me all over again.
When I finish devouring her tits, I ply her lips apart and set the last piece of cotton candy on her tongue, watching it dissolve.
She lets out a hum of pleasure as I press my lips to hers and slide my tongue inside her mouth, devouring the sweetness that has always reminded me of her.
My cotton candy princess.
She hardwired this thought inside my brain every time I watched her eat it, and all I could think about was how I wanted to eat her.
When I finally let her come up for air, she has that soft, blissed out look in her eyes that triggers something feral in me.
I move around to the end of the table and grab her by the hips, flipping her over without warning. She shrieks as I drag her down the table until her ass is balanced on the edge, legs dangling beneath her. Pulling the strip of material covering her aside, the jewel from the anal plug taunts me like it has been all night.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you here?” I wrap my fingers around the stone and twist, drawing a whimper from her.
It’s something we’ve talked about, so I know it’s on her list of wants, but she can’t hide her nerves as she glances back at me.
“Are you going to fit?”
“One way to find out,” I muse.
“I want to try it. Just don’t rip me in half, please.”
“I’ll take it slow.” I slide my hand up her spine, watching the ripple of goosebumps that follows.
She nods at me, an unconscionable amount of trust shining through her eyes. That thought settles in my chest like a brick. She shouldn’t trust me, but the fact that she does pleases me.
I take a few minutes to relax her, massaging her back and working my way down to the curves of her ass. Her leotard is soaked from our activities, and when I unsnap it again, I’m not surprised to see her pretty little pussy is glistening for me. I’ll put that to good use while I’m fucking her ass.
With deliberate restraint, I pull out my cock, stroking it as I watch the pulse in her throat escalate. I’ll never get tired of seeing that reaction in her as she unknowingly offers herself up to the wolf.
I remove the plug, sliding it out by increments so she feels every second of it. Setting that aside, I stare at that uncharted territory on her body as I remove the lubricant from my pocketand squirt it all over my dick. When I’m satisfied I have enough, I apply some to her as well.
She shivers at the sensation of me touching her there, and it only intensifies when I nudge the head of my cock against her.
“Breathe and try to relax.” I palm her ass cheek. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
She nods, sipping in air as I start to push inside.
I sink a couple of inches into her and pause to check in, watching her as I withdraw and slowly thrust the head back in. She shudders, her body relaxing as I get her used to the feeling without overwhelming her.
“Good?”
“Yes. More, please.”
She couldn’t know how those words light up every primal circuit in my brain, and it takes all of my restraint not to bury my entire length and pound her ass raw.
I ease in another inch, offering her soft thrusts until her body opens up for me, letting me deeper inside that tight space. It feels like a fist around my cock, and I have to bite back a groan when I see the way her body stretches to accommodate me.
Once I’ve settled into a steady rhythm, I slide two fingers into her pussy and play with her as I fuck her ass.
She lets out an incomprehensible string of garbled words—most of which I don’t understand, except for one.
Please.
Always so polite, my little monster.
