He deserves it anyway.
On the edge of my consciousness, I feel the disconnect between my body and the sensation. It’s mostly my mind, overthinking. Plaguing me withshoulds. What someoneshouldbe doing to me down there, based on what Ihave.
But then he runs his tongue over a sensitive spot that has me trembling and groaning and clenching. And it feels just right. It feelsperfect, the way he’s doing it.
“Tell me it feels good, baby… My tongue on your clit,” he rasps, breathlessly, in between licking me nonstop with punishing strength I didn’t know a tongue could have. “Tell Daddy how you want your pussy licked.”
“Ummfffuck…oh, Diablo. Lick my clit again.”
“Yea?”
“Yea…”
“Anything for you, baby girl.”
I don’t know how he’s doing it, especially through the panties, but it feels life affirming. The way he’s licking just the right spot to make it feeloh so good… I can barely process what he’s doing, but I don’t need to.
Daddy’s taking care of me.
“Fuck me, you are so sweet…sowet. Is it dripping?”
“Uhh…uh huh.Dios… Diablo, I’m aching.”
“That’s because your wet little pussy wants to come.”
“I don’t wanna come yet,” I whine, and he chuckles.
“Sweet Angel, I will make you come every minute of every day, don’t you worry. You can come as many times as you want… on my mouth… on my tongue… my fingers. On my cock.”
At mention of him putting his cock in me, my body nearly seizes. “Fuck me. I want it.”
“If you behave,” he rumbles.
“Will you… take them off?” I quiver out the words, needy and tight all over. “Mmmfuck, take the panties off, Daddy, and eat me out.”
“You’re such a naughty little slut,” he croons, wasting no time grabbing the material of my panties and ripping them down my thighs, tearing them to get them off.
Good gravy, that is fucking hot.
Ivory has his mouth on me in an instant, and it issomuch better without the material in the way. I can’t even tell how he’s making me feel what I’m feeling, but he’s working his tongue on me like a master. All the other times we’ve fooled around like this, he’s always licked through my panties. I think it’s easier for me that way, for some reason. Having a barrier between us, like a shield… I felt protected from the uncertainty.
But now, there’s nowhere to hide. I’m exposed to him, but he hasn’t stopped, or changed. He’s not sucking, he’s doing the exact same thing; licking and licking. Kissing is the only suction it gets, and it just feels incredible.
I’m not worried about where the sensation is coming from or what it’s doing to me. I just want more.
More more more more more.
“More, Papi…” I cry, out of breath and ragged. “Lick my wet pussy until I… c-come.”
“Dios… chiquita mala… you taste so fuckingsweeton my tongue, baby.”
He’s a fiend right now, lapping at me over and over. I’m fucking soaked and it feels so good I can no longer keep myself from looking.
Peeking down, past his strewn white strands, I see his sharp jaw moving, his pink lips and pinker tongue, going to town on me, feasting on my male parts the way you’d eat a pussy.
He flutters his tongue again and again beneath my crown and on my sac, and it’s just… fuckingcore shaking. It’s a visceral reaction I’m having to the way he’s pleasuring me.
Giving me what I need,exactlyhow I need it.
