“Stand up, Sugar.”
She rises slowly, eyes on me, waiting for the next order.
“Now, I’d like you to undress.” Her breath catches, but doesn’t argue, slowly pulling the black shirt over her head. Underneath, she’s wearing a lacy black bra, and my fingers itch to pull the cup away and expose her perky nipples. Next, she peels off her leggings, revealing the matching panties.
She moves to have her hands cover her midsection, but I stop them, pinning them to her sides. “Don’t hide from me. Don’t ever hide from me, Sugar. Understood?”
She swallows thickly. “Yes.” And then quickly she adds on, “Sir.”
“Good girl.” I trace my fingers over her shoulder, admiring her smooth skin, the way her breasts swell over the cup of the bra. I trail my fingers down to the hem of her panties, tugging at the elastic. “I want to see you,” I whisper against her skin, feeling the goosebumps rise on her flesh. Slowly, I drag the lacy material down her legs until she’s bare for me.
“Sit, Sugar.”
She sits down daintily on the couch, keeping her legs firmly pressed together.
I lower to my knees so that I’m kneeling directly in front of her. “Tell me, does your pussy taste as sweet as your lips?”
She shivers from the words, her blush is ever present. I like the way it looks and that my words have such an effect on her.
"I don't know," she whispers.
"Guess I'll have to find out then." I place a palm on each of her knees, spreading them apart and revealing her gorgeous pussy to me. Before I can lean in, Grace’s hands come to cover it.
I look up, cocking an eyebrow. “Something wrong, Sugar.”
“No, uh, no… It’s just…”
“Has no one eaten this beautiful pussy before?”
Her face gets redder. “No.”
“Good,” I say, even though it’s a tragedy that no one has ever worshiped her in this way. “I’m happy to be the first. Now, would you like to move your hands?”
She nods and slowly pulls them away.
“I want you to reach behind you and grip the couch. Do not let go until I say. Can you do that, Sugar?”
She nods.
“Words,” I demand, my voice darkening.
“Yes, Sir,” she says on an exhale.
I lean in, licking a long stroke over her mound that makes her back arch. Reaching forward, I press on her stomach to hold her in place as I dig in again. She moans as I lick at her sex.
“Put your legs on my shoulders.”
Her eyes are wide, but one look at me has her complying, lifting each leg over my shoulders, giving me better access to her cunt.
I feast on her, rotating between long, languid strokes of my tongue and sucking on her clit. She’s moaning and doing these little shakes that are so damn sexy.
“Please.” When that word leaves her lips, I know I have her where I want her.
I position one of my hands to slip one finger into her pussy, and she pulses around me. She’s so goddamn tight, and I imagine what it will feel like to have her squeezing my cock.
She cries out as I push in and out, my tongue finding its place on her clit until she’s panting.
On a gasp, her hands break from their position, coming to grip onto my hair as she approaches her climax. I stop, pulling back as she pants out a plea.
