My heart trips as she tugs my head back, her lips hovering over mine. “Two, therightthing to do is whatever your Mommy tells you to do. And right now, Mommy wants to feel that sweet pouty mouth on her cunt.”
Sloane
Staring down into those wide,worried eyes, the pupils blown to the point they’ve nearly eradicated the golden-green, I can hardly think with the pounding of my blood in my veins. I feel powerful, in control, fucking invincible. Like I could do anything, conquer any obstacle, if my babygirl just keeps looking at me like that. Even more than before, I feel like I really understand my husband. The pull this Little girl has on him, the loss he must have felt not just giving her up, but giving up the idea of being a Daddy ever again.
If I have anything to feel guilty about, it’s depriving him of her, ofthisfor far too long.
Shifting onto my back, I tug at her hair, guiding her head down to my breast. And when her mouth latches over my stiff nipple, I nearly arch right up off the bed. Pleasure floods my system, hot and demanding, and it’s all I can do not to climb right on top of Mia and smother her with my pussy.
“That’s a good girl,” I say instead as she tentatively licks and sucks the stiff peak. “Now the other one.”
With a soft hum of agreement, she shifts her attention to the opposite nipple. And for the first time in my life, I wonder what it might be like to nurse. To have another human latched onto my breast, drinking the milk I made just for her.
Something to research for later. For now, I’m feeling greedy and I want more of my girl’s sweet mouth.
“You did such a good job for me, babygirl,” I praise, my voice low and breathy. “But Mommy wants more.”
I nudge her down, and she obediently shimmies toward my dripping cunt, settling herself between my thighs. The first tentative touch of her tongue to my throbbing clit is like heaven. Electric need pulses through my veins as she explores, sweet and slow and a little hesitant at first but growing bolder with every passing second.
“Oh, god.” Tangling my hands in her hair, I roll my hips, pressing myself more firmly against her eager tongue. “Just like that, baby. Such a good fucking girl.”
At my praise, her movements grow even more enthusiastic. Tongue and lips and teeth work at my cunt as she slides two small fingers inside me, curling them up to hit that sensitive bundle of nerves that has stars exploding behind my eyes.
“Fuck! God, baby, yes. Yes, don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
She doesn’t stop. She doesn’t even pause as she devours my pussy, driving me closer and closer to that shimmering peak.
My husband’s ex. My rival.
My good fucking girl.
Those thoughts spin in my mind as my body shatters, pleasure erupting inside me as a scream rips from my throat and I buck against my babygirl’s mouth. Even now, she doesn’t stop, eagerly drinking the pleasure gushing from my cunt.
Until, at last, I collapse against the bed, gasping for air. “That was fucking incredible, baby. Come here.”
With a happy little hum, she climbs back up to snuggle in my arms. Cupping her cheek, I capture her lips in a kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. When I lift my head, her cheeks are flushed with pleasure and a smile curves her lips.
“My good girl,” I murmur, running my thumb over her flushed cheeks. “You did a very good job, baby.”
Her smile widens to a mischievous grin. “Good enough to get me out of that spanking?”
I can’t help but laugh at her cheekiness. “This one time, yes. But that won’t work every time, little girl.”
“If you say so, Mommy.”
Chuckling, I lean in to nip at her full bottom lip. “Keep up the sass and Mommy will make sure you go to bed with a wet, needy little pussy.”
Even more than the spanking, that threat sobers her and she gasps in outrage. “You wouldn’t!”
“I would.” Sliding my hand between her thighs, I cup her soaked pussy, pushing a single finger inside her. “Now, are you going to be my good girl so Mommy can make you feel good? Or are you going to keep being a brat?”
Eyes glazed with lust, she jerks her head up and down. “I’ll be good Mommy, promise!”
“Hmmm. I’m not sure I believe you.”
To make my point, I take my time with her, teasing her to the edge of sanity before yanking her back again. Over and over, I take her to the brink without letting her fall. Every time I do, she begs me for more, promising to be a good girl forever and ever if I just let her come.
It isn’t until she’s a desperate, incoherent mess that I finally push her over. She shatters with a scream as she bucks and writhes under me, her skin slicked with sweat and arousal.
