“You do.” I bite my lower lip, going for a sheepish look.
Good grief.
I’m so fucking gone for this man.
He crowds my space, forcing me to lean back, and captures one of my ankles. He positions my foot on the countertop, right near my ass, then repeats the move on the other side. Then he presses my knees apart.
“And who owns this pussy?” he asks, his gaze hungry and fixated on my exposed core.
A thrill runs up my spine. He’s surprisingly bold today. I fucking love it.
I lift my hips slightly, thrusting against nothing. “You do, Daddy.”
“Say it again,” he demands.
I shift closer to the edge, running one hand between my folds and spreading my pussy lips open. I’m soaked and there’s no doubt Noah can see the glistening arousal waiting for him.
“You own me, Daddy. You take such good care of me. You always make me feel sogood.” The last word comes out on a moan. I can’t help it. I need him, and I need himnow.
Sensing my desperation, Noah kneels and pulls me closer, only stopping when I can feel his ragged exhales.
“That’s right, honey,” he encourages. “Daddy always takes care of what’s his. It doesn’t sound like you need a reminder, but I’m gonna give you one anyway. Lie back. Let me see what’s mine.”
Mercifully, he punctuates his demand with an indulgent lick. The flat of his tongue brushes over my opening, then glides through my folds in a slow, tantalizing caress.
“So fucking sweet.” He traces my clit, circling the nub over and over until it tingles.
By the time he latches on to the bundle of nerves, it feels like it has its own pulse. As he sucks, I arch up, my body reacting of its own volition, freely allowing Noah to take my pleasure to new heights.
His beard scrapes over my pussy lips as he feasts on my cunt, every lick and suckle accentuated by the delicious, hungry rhythm of his mouth on my core.
He nips my clit, then gives a little tug that makes me cry out, only to follow up with a gentle kiss to the sensitive bud.
When he pierces me with his tongue, I roll my hips, fucking his face. He indulges me, gripping my hips as I drive forward, gripping the edges of the countertop. He works his tongue inside me, offering shallow thrusts that only make me want it harder, faster, deeper.
“Noah,” I whine, desperate for more. Desperate to come.
Chuckling, he pulls back.
I whimper, thrusting against nothing as I chase the phantom sensation of his face buried in my cunt.
“Relax, honey. Lie back and take what Daddy gives you. We both know I’m going to make it good. You know I’ll give youexactlywhat you need.”
Pouting, my core molten, my heart racing, I pop up onto my elbows and try to catch my breath.
He meets my gaze, his pupils nearly eclipsing his irises.
Without breaking eye contact, he reaches behind me, and when he holds a bottle up above me, a sly smile erupts on his handsome face.
Honey.
“Push up that T-shirt,” he tells me.
A new wave of heat engulfs me as I yank it over my chest, letting the fabric bunch under my neck.
“Now press those perfect tits together.” He pops open the bottle’s cap with his thumb and positions it above my chest.
The honey drizzles out of the opening slowly, mesmerizing me as it makes its luxurious descent. When the slightly cool glaze lands on my areola, Noah squeezes the bottle, and another rush paints my chest.
