“Good,” he said in a low sexy murmur and coming up to me. “Now keep still.” He took the lipstick, wound it up, then with great concentration applied it thickly to my lips. “Perfect.”
I mashed them together, tasting the slight strawberry tang.
He pressed my shoulders with firm insistence. “Get on your knees, little girl.”
I folded to the floor, lust racing around my body. I didn’t need to plan or orchestrate anything we did, that was his domain. I just had to enjoy.
“Good girls get to play with Daddy’s cock,” he said. “So take it out.”
I blinked coyly several times, my gaze on his. Then I undid his belt buckle and let it hang, released the small metal button before slowly drawing down the zipper of his dark pants.
My knuckles brushed his erection through the material, and he groaned and shoved his hands onto his hips. “Keep going.”
Doing as I was told, I pushed at his pants, lowering them to gather at his knees. His black boxers followed, and his big, dark, circumcised cock jutted toward me from his wiry pubic hair.
“Take it in your hand.” He gripped the base of one of my bunches and held my head steady. “Feel how hard I am for you.”
“Yes,” I said breathily. “Oh, you really are.” And damn it, he was, velvet on steel, hot concrete. I learned his shape, fisting his shaft to the tip and then down to the root again.
“Fuck,” he muttered, locking his knees. “Your sweet hands on me. Fuck.”
I smiled. “What do you want me to do now?”
“I want you to suck it, take me between your pretty pink lips, deep into your mouth, and don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Chapter Thirteen
Mitch
I looked down at my sweet Amy obediently positioned on her knees before me. Lust raged in her eyes, and her plump, shiny pink lips were the stuff of fantasies—my fantasizes since the day I’d met her.
She was stroking my cock as though it were a prized possession, her small fingers firm and smooth and busy exploring.
“You want me to suck your cock?” she asked quietly then smiled up at me.
“Yeah.” I swallowed, my mouth dry. It was tempting to force her mouth open and thrust deep, keep going, holding her in place, until I spurted. But she wasn’t ready for that. She needed handling with care, for now at least. “Do it, baby.”
A tremble set up in my belly, and I tensed as she opened her mouth wide. Then, without taking her gaze from mine, she slipped me into her heated wetness, the pinkness of the lipstick an erotic contrast to my dark shaft.
“Fuck yeah.” I tightened my grip on her hair. “So fucking good.”
She took me deep, hugging me with her tongue in a way that had my balls contracting in blissful torture.
“Yes…yes…” I managed and willed my hips still.
Patience paid off, and the end of my cock hit the back of her throat.
She swallowed, the action tugging my flesh.
“Ah fuck, that’s it.” I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and tipped my head back. I needed to keep my grip on control even if it did feel like a thin thread right now. The very edge of a cliff.
She withdrew, and within my hold I let her. The gentle suction and the firmness ramping my heart rate up to new levels.
“Ah yeah, again, like that.” I swung my hips, easing into her again. “Oh fuck yeah, suck me.”
She obliged, holding me in her wetness in a way that had my eyes watering.
“Baby,” I groaned and stared down at her. “Keep fucking going.” My constraint was slipping, the thin thread fraying. I thrust into her mouth, not gentle, but urgent. Desperate.
