“Fuck.” I breathed in her scent and about jizzed in my pants. “Someone’s been a bad girl,” I said and tsked in feigned disappointment.
“Oh my god, Mal. I can’t, I don’t…” She groaned and buried her face in her hands.
And yet she didn’t try to roll away from me. Of course she couldn’t hide how turned on she was, since I was between her thighs. I laughed darkly. “I thought we agreed on Daddy.”
I’d never had a baby girl/daddy kink before, but something about Saylor brought it out in me. I wanted to protect her. Make sure she was taken care of. And give her screaming orgasms.
Christ, I was a sick son of a bitch.
Saylor sucked in a breath, and I didn’t know if it was because of my words or the fact that I was nudging her very wet little pussy with my calloused fingers.
Probably the latter.
She was slippery smooth and so very wet. I ran a thumb along her seam and watched the way her soft sex wept in front of me. My fingers looked so big next to her opening. I couldn’t wait to bury myself in her. Face. Fingers. Dick.
Fuck me.
“You still with me, baby girl?” I ran a finger along the seam of her sex and groaned when it was immediately wet with her cream.
It took me almost a minute to notice she hadn’t said anything. I was so transfixed by her pussy. Definitely pussy whipped.
“Saylor?” I pulled back my hand and looked up at her, but she thrust her hips at me and whimpered incoherently. “Aww, is my baby girl impatient? You want something from me?”
She kept her hands over her face, but nodded vigorously.
I chuckled but went back to running my finger along her seam, learning the little touches that made her arch into me and the ones that made her breath hitch. Her clit was engorged and standing up, all but begging for attention.
“I’m going to need some help, Saylor. Be a good girl and hold your legs right here.” I grabbed one of her hands from covering her face and guided it down until she was holding her leg behind her knee. “And the other one too.”
She whimpered, her eyes wide and fixed on mine.
I could tell she was turned on but embarrassed at the same time. Like this wasn’t something she’d done before. Like she’d never been talked to during sex.
“That’s a good girl. Keep ‘em open just like that.” I ran a caressing hand down the length of her thigh to her spread open sex, and I set up camp.
I was going to be here for a while.
Slowly, I pressed a finger into her and dropped down so I could lick her at the same time. Her pussy gripped me tight. Images of burying my dick in her had me groaning and licking her faster.
She squealed as I licked my way up to her clit and flicked it with my tongue. I built a rhythm between my finger and my tongue—melody and harmony. A dance between the two like the best song. Teasing her opening with a second finger as I suckled her clit and flicked it with my tongue. Blowing on her clit when I plunged two fingers into her.
I built her to a crescendo, more tongue, more lips, faster fingers.
Her hands clutched her knees. “Oh my god. I’m gonna—”
She gave an anguished scream as she went over, her tight pussy clenching around my still fingers.
I rested my head on her thigh and panted like I’d been the one to orgasm. It’d been close. My dick throbbed impatiently in my jeans, strangled by the tight inseam.
After a few moments, I pulled my fingers free.
Saylor was still holding her legs.
Her body shuddered as I took another deep breath and blew it out on her exposed skin. “Sorry, baby girl.” I tugged her hands free and wiggled up the bed until I rested on my side next to her. Pushing her hair off her face, I smiled at her. “Ready for round two?”
Her eyes were dilated, the sky-blue rim small against her large black pupils. She shook her head. “What?”
I laughed. “Nothing.” I ran a thumb over her plump lips and wished I’d spent more time kissing them, but some women weren’t keen on kissing after oral.
