Her fingers work the button on my jeans, and her scent blossoms with need as my dick springs free.
I watch with twisted satisfaction as her eyes glaze over and her breathing turns shallow.
“Look at you,” I say, brushing my thumb over her lips and past her teeth. “So beautiful. So needy.”
I hinge my finger on her jaw, forcing her mouth to open.
“Let’s see how good you look with this dick between your teeth.”
Cautiously, she leans forward to taste me, tongue sweeping over my head, sending a white, hot pleasure coursing through me.
“Oh fuck, baby.”
I grip the arms of the chair to keep from forcing myself down her throat, and she smiles, pressing a kiss to the tip before wrapping around me.
The warm shade of her lip gloss smears down my shaft as she takes me in, and I fist her hair to the side so I can watch my dick disappear down her throat.
Fuck, she’s too good to me.
Sparks pulse through my shaft as she starts to suck, and my hips buck, forcing her to take me deeper. But my baby was built for me, and she doesn’t so much as flinch as she chokes me down.
“Gods, princess…”
If I thought feeding her was hot before, this is fucking filthy. My head lolls back, eyes seeing spots as she draws from me. I can feel my power slipping out of me, congregating in my stomach before sliding down her throat, and it doesn’t take long before I feel a familiar tightening in my balls.
“Iris.”
I call her name in warning, but she doesn’t slow.
“Iris…baby, slow down.”
She ignores me, taking me deeper.
“Fuck.” I curse through my teeth. “Princess. Please!”
I wrench her head back, fisting a handful of her hair to prevent myself from emptying my load into her mouth, and she releases me, holding my dick poised between her teeth, grinning like a manic.
“Did I do it right?” she mutters, still tonguing me.
“Yeah, you little brat. You did it right.”
She smiles wide, releasing me, and I haul her up onto the bench, planting her pussy over my aching erection as I resist the temptation to slide into her where she sits.
Iris is the kind of pretty you want to fuck missionary for the rest of your life, just so you can look at her. But I’m not that selfish. Nor am I that stupid.
I’m going to fuck her every way I know how. While I still can. Before she wakes up and realizes that this will never be enough.
“Take this off,” I demand. “And the skirt.”
She strips down to her underwear, and I take care of the rest, helping her out of her panties and bra. When I’m finished, she turns, proud and bare, and I gesture toward the bed.
“On your knees,” I direct.
She obeys, kneeling on the end of the bed, feet hanging just over the edge so I can stand behind her, palming the heat between her legs and trailing my mouth along her neck and shoulder. Her heart races as I slip a finger inside, stroking her slowly.
“Do you remember your signals?” I ask.
She nods.
