“Yes, Daddy.” The words roll perfectly off my tongue.
He groans, then drops to his knees and drags my ass to the edge of the mattress. I barely have time to plant my feet on the bed before he pushes my thighs wide and his eager mouth is back on me.
If I thought the first few licks were good, they’re nothing compared to what he’s doing now. He sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it in tight, precise strokes that make my vision blur. His other hand slides between my thighs, his fingers circling my entrance and teasing me in the best way.
“Please, Oliver” I plead, my hips straining against the forearm holding them down. “I need?—”
He hums, the vibration shooting straight through me. “What, baby? Tell Daddy what you want.”
“You. Inside me. Your dick. Your tongue. Your fingers.Anything, please.”
“Princess is greedy.” He smirks. “Good.”
Just when I’m about to beg again, he pushes one thick finger inside me, then another, stretching me in a way that’s both too much and not enough. My walls clamp down, slick and desperate.
“So fucking wet,” he mutters. “This all for me?”
“Yes,” I moan. “All for you.”
He starts to move his fingers, slow at first, then faster, curling them in exactly the right spot. I jolt, a strangled sound tearing from my throat.
“There it is. Guess I found your sweet spot.”
“Yes,” I sob. “Oh my God!”
He fucks me with his hand while his mouth works my clit, relentless. Pleasure builds, hot and sharp, coiling low in my belly.
“I… I’m gonna—” I choke out.
Oliver immediately lifts his head as his fingers still. “No,” he commands. “Not yet.”
“Please, Daddy, I’m so close.”
“I know, baby.” He curls his fingers slower, shallow. “Breathe through it. You can hold it for me.”
My body quivers as my orgasm teeters on the edge. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” His voice is calm, steady, authoritative. “You trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then be good and do what I say. You’re stronger than you think. You can take a little more.”
The pride in his voice does something to me. I cling to his words like a lifeline, forcing myself to breathe, to ride the cusp of release without tumbling over it.
“Daddy…” My voice breaks. “I need?—”
He cuts me off. “I know exactly what you need. And I’m going to give it to you. WhenI’mready.”
I’ve never felt anything like this. The pleasure is almost overwhelming. My body is on fire and I’m desperate to come, but I want so badly to please him, to hear his praise.
Oliver waits until I start to come down from the brink, until my taut muscles begin to relax. Then his mouth is on me again, his fingers driving deeper, rougher, hitting that tender spot over and over. My hips roll in sync with his hand, and I feel like I’m going to explode.
“Now,” he says, his voice low and commanding against my skin. “Now you can come. Give it to me, baby. Come in my mouth and let Daddy taste how sweet you are.”
His permission hits me harder than I expected, and I shatter into a thousand pieces. My back arches off the bed, a cry ripping from my throat as ecstasy zips through me, hot and consuming. My slick walls clamp down on his fingers in rapid pulses, but he doesn’t slow his movements. He groans against me, licking and sucking like he can’t get enough, like my orgasm is the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he rasps. “That’s my girl. So pretty when you fall apart for me.”
