Light up like she’s just had her first bite of ice cream.
“Yummy,” she whispers, cramming me into her mouth with excited eyes. Eyes that remain locked on me, unraveling me, while she works my pulsating johnson in and out of her sweet, wet mouth, mewling with enjoyment. “Mmmmm.”
“Oh lord.”
“Mmmmm.”
There is no anatomical way this young girl, hell, any female, could get all those inches inside of their mouth, but damn if Petra doesn’t try. She clasps my turgid pole in her hands and slips them high and low, bathing me in deep sucks, saliva dripping off my cock, her chin, her knuckles. She is ravenous for what she’s having, her teeth even getting in the mix. Lightly scraping my sensitive ridges, her tongue working my slit.
I have no clue how I refrain from busting when she’s gobbling me down, poking herself in the throat with my tip and making me spurt, spuuuuurt until she’s coughing, my thighs jumping every which way. But I dig my fingers into her hair and hold on, manspreading and pulsing my hips up toward her mouth in the crudest fuck of a girl so innocent, but it’s instinct and she loves it, whining for more.
Sucking me harder.
My balls begin to boil and gurgle.
Oh fuck. No. I don’t want this to end.
“Petra,” I grind out. “I’m going to erupt. Come sit that little cunt on me.”
She frees my inches from her mouth, lips swollen to shit, eyes glazed over. “It’s your reward,” she murmurs, climbing up to straddle me again. “You get it how you want it.”
“Jesus,” I moan, the ache clawing into my stomach. “You’re so fucking sexy.Perfect.My perfect Petra.”
Sucking my bottom lip into her mouth, she mounts me, squeezing my shaft into her criminally narrow entrance, using my shoulders as leverage to impale herself down, all the way, biting my jaw when I’m inside to the hilt. Whispering my name.
Her hips move sensuously, her tongue running a lazy lap around the inside of my mouth. “I should be payingyoufor letting me ride this Daddy cock.”
OH SHIT.
My heels dig into the ground, and I shake violently, velvet screwdrivers digging into the bottom of my spine and twisting deep. “Stop! Don’t call me that or I’m going to blow!”
Green eyes lighting up like sparklers, she lifts her hips, riding to the tip of my cock, before plunging and scooping back down, pulling her knees up and slowly grinding on me. “I think you can get deeper first,” she whispers, leaning back, her nude body writhing in front of me, arched, in the hottest show on earth. “But you might have to be rough about it.Daddy.”
I charge to my feet like a bull, stumbling sideways, hitting the wall.
Righting myself while my pulse riots in my veins, my ears.
I spy a door and yank it open, finding a small, elegant bathroom.
In a split second, we’re inside, and I’m smacking her ass down on the sink, ripping her to the edge and pounding her silly. I wish I couldn’t see myself in the mirror, ramming my dick into this girl whose head barely reaches my chin, but there’s no stopping. There’s only rutting this temptation in the flesh who called me Daddy. Who sucked me off like the taste of my salty musk was her salvation. Who clings to the lapels of my tuxedo jacket and spreads her silky thighs for my assault now, head back, whimpering for it harder.
God help me.
I don’t know what comes over me.
I wrap my hand around her throat and choke her, grinding and holding myself as deep as I can go, rearing back and slamming into her—hard—and she screams, using her hold on my lapels to climb me, circling her hips on my erection while she shudders and spasms through her orgasm. It takes so much out of her that I have no choice but to fuck her limp body against the wall of the bathroom for a full minute until I ejaculate, my forearms hooked beneath her thighs to hold her open.
It feels wrong to pump into her so hard when she’s so drowsy. So depleted.
But infinitely right, too.
Because her cunt is still soaked. Her expression full of love, encouragement.
Rapture.
“Barry,” she moans, watching me in the throes, my lower body rippling and clenching, my thoughts a total blur of anything but the pleasure Petra gives me.
“Petra,” I growl back, mind blown. Totally overcome.
