“Say it properly.”
“I see your cunt, Madame. It’s wet and perfect and waiting for me.”
I smiled, satisfied. “Now get on your knees. Andworshipme.”
He dropped without hesitation. Crawled between my thighs like he was ready to worship.
“Slow.” I warned him. “You savor it. Every lick. You don’t rush.”
“Yes, Madame.”
The first swipe of his tongue was tentative, more reverent than eager. He licked from bottom to top, spreading me with his thumbs, groaning.
“Use your mouth like you mean it,” I growled, grabbing a fistful of his hair and holding him right where I wanted. “Lick me like it’s your purpose.”
He moaned against my cunt and obeyed, tongue flattening, circling my clit with precision. He sucked gently, then harder, then eased off.
“Youlikebeing used, don’t you?”
“Yes, Madame.”
“Youlovelicking my pussy while your cock sits locked up and untouched.”
“I love it,” he gasped between strokes. “I love your cunt. I love serving you.”
“Good.” I rolled my hips into his mouth, back arching. “Don’t stop. Not until I tell you.”
He wassogood, his tongue relentless, lips sealed around my clit as he sucked and licked.
My thighs started to shake.
“Don’t stop,” I growled through clenched teeth. “Youdon’tstop until I come all over your fucking face.”
He moaned into me again, tongue flicking faster, pressure perfect. It built tightly in my core.
Until it snapped.
I gasped and let go, thighs clamping around his face as I came hard on his mouth.
My body jerked, muscles tightening. I grabbed his head andheldhim there while I rode every wave, grinding on his face.
A rush of liquid squirted out, gushing across his lips, his chin, down his neck.
“Fuck,” I breathed, chest heaving as I looked down at him—his face dripping, mouth open, eyes still wide with awe. “Stand up.”
He rose, cock flushed and swollen. His chest was rising and falling quickly, and I could tell he was right on the edge of losing it.
“Pump your cock.”
He obeyed instantly, hands moving fast. Stroking himself just inches from where I lay sprawled across the sheets, tits lifted toward him.
“On my chest,” I commanded. “Make a fucking mess.”
It tookseconds.
His head dropped back, and he groaned loudly as he jerked harder, and then he came with a broken cry, thick ropes painting across my breasts. He didn’t stop until he was drained.
“Thank you, Madame,” he whispered, panting.
