He leans forward, watching closely as I push two fingers inside my dripping cunt. My lips part in a silent cry, and I circle my clit with my thumb.
“I’ll fuck you with my hand until you beg me to taste you.” He’s getting more confident with his words, and it’s turning me on even more. I’m soaked, and my body tingles with anticipation of my impending orgasm.
“Please,” I beg, riding my fingers. “I need your mouth on me.”
The sound of him spitting into his hand is enough to tip me over the edge, and my stomach clenches as I come so hard my vision blurs.
“Holy shit,” I cry out, stroking myself through the aftershocks.
“Taste yourself,” he grunts, and I force my eyes open to watch in rapture as his hand moves up and down his thick, veiny cock in rapid, rough strokes, squeezing the head on every upward movement.
His abs contract, drawing my eyes to the compass inked onto his skin on his right side. There’s scripture underneath, and I’m momentarily curious about what it says. But then the most delicious noise slips from his lips, and my core clenches in response.
“Are you close?” I pant, still fingering my sensitive pussy.
“So close, little devil,” he groans. “Taste yourself and tell me how sweet it is.”
Shooting him a coy smile, I bring my fingers to my mouth, wrapping my lips around them and moaning as I lick them clean.
“Show me that glistening cunt,” he chokes out, his breathing laboured. “Fuck, show me how wet you are for me.”
Reclining on my bed, propped on my elbows, I spreadmy legs wide for him and run a manicured finger over my warm heat.
“Is this what you want?” I tease.
His movements become jerky, and with two more strokes, he mutters another drawn out curse as he coats his abs with his release.
My tongue swipes over my bottom lip, my mouth watering at the sight. What I wouldn’t give to be on my knees in front of him, licking him clean.
“Good boy,” I purr, and his gaze lifts from the mess on his abs to meet mine.
“My tempting little devil,” he murmurs reverently, his hand still wrapped around his spent dick.
“At your service.” I blow him a kiss. “Talk soon.”
His eyes widen, but I lean forward and end the call, cutting off his protests.
Removing my phone from the holder, I drop back on my bed, unable to wipe the satiated grin off my lips. There’s something so satisfying about corrupting an older man, and I have definitely corrupted this man. He’s never done something like that before, and it won’t be long before he’s begging for more.
I’m about to exit the app when a notification pops up. Smiling wider, I click into my DMs, ready to reassure him that what we did was natural, but the message isn’t from him.
My stomach drops.
@mr_green: How’s my baby girl?
@daring_devil: I’m not your baby girl.
@mr_green: Don’t be like that. I’ve been busy.
@daring_devil: Busy standing me up.
@mr_green: Don’t speak to Daddy like that, baby girl. You remember how red your perfect little arse got after the spanking I gave you last time you sassed me. Meet me tomorrow night. We’ll rent our favourite room and give them a show they’ll never forget.
@daring_devil: Can’t. Busy.
@daring_devil blocked @mr_green
I log off the app and text Willow.
