“You ruined my pants with your sweet mess, Princess.” My voice was low when I pulled her closer by her hair and said, “Go on. Lick it off like a good girl.”
I couldn’t see her face, but I noticed her breathing increase as she shuffled even closer and slowly licked a strip of her glistening wetness from my thigh.
Loosening my hold on her hair, I watched her clean her mess with her pink tongue and the occasional bob of her throat when she swallowed. I balled a fist, seeing her dress inch high and the flash of pink skin of her ass.
She had taken her spanking so well. My palm had stung once we were done, but I thought she would say the safe word and I would end the night with aftercare and pumping myself in the shower.
But the sight of her ass made me want to manhandle her.
Fuck me.I could bend her over the couch and make a mess on her?—
Control yourself, Sean.
When she was done, Chelsea sat back on her heels, peering up at me. She was turned on and I knew if I made her lift her dress, she’d be wet. And my filthy Princess wanted more. She needed to follow orders and earn her praise.
How can I ever let her go?
“You missed a spot,” I said darkly and held her head by her hair, keeping my grip gentle and bringing her face close to the inner thigh where she had cum.
She whimpered before licking it off and sighed when I let her go. “I want to?—”
“What, Princess?”
Her eyes were glazed and even after her orgasm, she was horny as fuck. I loved it.
Her gaze flickered to my crotch, at my boner, and said, “I want to suck your cock, Daddy.”
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CUTE PERVERT
CHELSEA
Ididn’t have much patience because by the size of the tent on his pants, I knew he was big. And I wanted—no,neededto taste him.
My words had definitely surprised him by the look on his face. I licked my lips, feeling myself getting wetter with each passing second.
“I already told you, Princess,” he started, his intense eyes pinned on me. “Greedy girls don’t get?—”
I leaned close, gliding my hands over his pants and batting my lashes at him. “Please, Daddy?” I asked, flickering my gaze to his crotch.
Even if I wasn’t confident of my other skills, I knew how to suck a dick. He had made me orgasm like never before, and I wanted to return the favor.
“You are trouble,” he said and cupped my cheek. I was surprised when his eyes softened. “Aren’t you tired, pretty girl?”
Well, when he said that, my body had the worst timing ever, making me yawn.
His eyes crinkled with humor when I pouted, eyeing his bulge. “But I want to suck you off,” I was whining like someone had stolen my favorite candy. “Let me make you?—”
He stopped my hands from reaching for his zipper and kissed my knuckles, making me blush. “You don’t have to perform for me, Princess,” he said, standing up and lifting me in his arms. My eyes widened, hands wrapping around his neck as he made his way out of the study and upstairs.
“I can suck you off?—”
“Shh,” he sent me a playful glare. “I don’t want to hear you talk about sucking any more.”
I bit his neck gently as a retort, making him chuckle, and said, “But it must be so hard to walk with a boner. What about a quick handy, Daddy?”
I swayed my legs, relishing in his strength as my heels dangled from my feet. I almost came when he shifted to hold me in one arm, cupping my thighs, and opening the door to the main bedroom with the other hand.
