The pressure builds instantly, and I moan loudly, as I’m brought right back to the edge, my limbs trembling…
And he pulls back.
"Nooo…" I wail. His hand under my navel holds me down, helpless.
"I decide when you come, Sloane,” he says, his voice dark and commanding. "And I'm not done playing with this sweet pussy yet."
His stern words send another gush of arousal through me.
He slides two thick fingers inside me. “Hmm, for all your whining, little girl, you sure do like it when I tell you your place,” he purrs. He doesn’t move his fingers, it's like he just wants me to feel them inside me…as his mouth goes back to teasing.
He continues with long, slow licks up and down my folds…and soft kisses to my outer lips. His tongue dips into my entrance alongside his fingers, tasting me.
"You're dripping all over my hand, sweetheart." He sounds wrecked, beyond aroused. "Making such a mess. Do you hear how wet you are?"
I can hear it—the obscene, slick sounds of his fingers shifting inside me. My cheeks flush hot, but it only makes me wetter.
"That's it," he praises, pumping his fingers slowly now. "Give me more. Daddy wants it all."
He crooks his fingers and rubs that devastating spot inside me while his tongue finally slides against my clit in quick, teasing strokes that send lightning up my spine.
I'm climbing again, faster this time. My thighs are quivering, every muscle in my body winding tighter and tighter?—
And he stops again.
Pulling his fingers out completely and lifting his mouth away.
"No, no, nooo—” I'm actually nearly crying in frustration now. "Daddy, I can't?—"
He presses soothing kisses to my inner thighs while I shake. "You can take it. You're doing so well for me."
"I can't," I sob.
"You can." His voice is firm, but sweet. "Because Daddy's telling you to. And you want to be good for Daddy, don't you?"
I whimper, nodding desperately.
"That's my girl." He rewards me by sliding his fingers back inside, and I clench around them greedily. "So obedient and eager to please me."
He starts pumping again, still slow, but deeper now, stretching me with each thrust. He circles my clit lazily with his tongue, just enough pressure to keep me on edge.
"This greedy little pussy is just starved for attention," he murmurs, his eyes fixed on where his fingers disappear inside me.
"Yes…"My hips try to roll with his motions.
"It wants to squeeze and clench and come all over Daddy's hand, doesn’t it?"
I nod vigorously. "Yes, please let me.”
"Not yet." He curls his fingers and rubs against my g-spot and I yelp. "I want you desperate. I want you mindless. I want you so far gone that when I finally let you come, you forget your own name."
“Oh Daddy…”I'm there. I'm already there. I couldn't tell you my name right now if my life depended on it.
He builds me up again—fingers pumping steadily, my mouth now back to sucking my clit, then dragging his tongue over me, then sucking again. The pressure winds tighter and tighter, my whole body shaking with the effort of holding back.
"That's it, baby. Ride that edge for me." His voice is strained now, his own control clearly slipping. "You're so fucking beautiful like this. Flushed and trembling and completely at my mercy."
"Daddy…” My voice breaks. "Please—I'm begging you.”
