“You want a taste?” he asks, the words husky with vocal fry, his focus fixed on my tits.
“Please, Daddy.”
Once he’s thoroughly covered my breast, he moves on to the other and gives it the same treatment.
Then he drops the bottle and dives in, taking my entire nipple and areola into his mouth and sucking.Hard.
He tongues my piercing, collecting the liquid gold as he laps at my taut, pearled nipple.
With a grunt, he pulls back and straightens. Then with a tilt of his chin in an “open” gesture, he dives for me and plunges his tongue into my mouth.
The burst of sweetness catches me by surprise as he feeds me his tongue. It’s warm, the ooey-gooey stickiness fusing our mouths together as I take everything he has to offer, then suck on his tongue.
He abandons my mouth, venturing lower to lap at the other honey-covered nipple. He takes his time, moaning as he licks at the gooey liquid and sends my pleasure higher.
“I could suck on these tits all day. Every inch of you is so sweet. So perfect for me.”
“Daddy,” I mewl. “I need you to suck me clean, then make me come.”
He squeezes my breast, working as much of it into his mouth as he can, sucking, then he drags circles around my areola with his tongue and gently clamps his teeth around my nipple and tugs.
Arousal trickles down my thighs and my pulse pounds in my ears, my vision hazy.
He grips my other tit, smashing them together and licking one nipple then the other in rapid succession.
My insides twist, the walls of my pussy fluttering with need.
My head goes light, my chest tightening. It feels so good.
But I’m still so empty.
“Daddy,” I whine, clutching at his hair.
Lifting his head, he slaps both my tits.
I yelp, and my pussy pulsates, startled and so fucking aroused.
“Shh. Daddy’s busy, sweet girl. Patience. I need to make sure I’ve cleaned every drop.”
I drop my head back, resting against the counter and gulping in breaths.
He presses my breasts together again, this time working both my nipples into his mouth, lapping at the oversensitive tips as he sucks and sucks and sucks. Each suckle sends sparks of electricity through my limbs, and one by one, they build until a hot, sizzling energy takes root in my core.
My cunt pulsates, the tension in my thighs and abs so intense it burns.
Finally, fucking finally, he releases my tits, licks between my breasts, and kisses a trail down my stomach.
He buries his head between my thighs.
I clench around him, equal parts desperate and grateful to finally have something solid between my legs.
He laps at my pussy, his own desperation clear in the sloppy, ravenous way he devours every inch of me.
When he sucks my clit into his mouth this time, I detonate, clamping my legs around his head and crying out in loud, grateful praise. Maintaining suction, he flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit, then works two fingers into my pulsating cunt.
With a swift, firm jerk of his fingers, he massages my G-spot in a way that has my back arching off the counter completely. Before I have time to warn him, a blended orgasm barrels through me. My pussy keeps pulsating, and warmth spreads through my core.
I’m coming and building and pulsing and writhing—and then I gush.
