“Part.”
Slap.
“Your.”
Slap.
“Ass.”
Slap.
“Cheeks.”
Each slap is delivered so quickly, I don’t think I’m meant to register his words; he’s barely given me a chance to comprehend them.
My ass burns, but I move my hands, parting my legs slightly to make the task easier. He pulls his legs wider, opening me up more, and I feel more exposed than ever.
There’s something intimate about showing your asshole to someone, and not something I’ve encountered before.
The intensity of his stare on me and the way his cock jumps in his jeans are a testament to how turned on he is.
“Please.” I’m unsure what I’m begging for.
“Do you want me to lick it?”
Oh, sweet Jesus.
Do I?
Do I want him to lick me somewhere so intimately?
His thick fingers slide between my legs, and I welcome the intrusion. Then wetness is spread over my folds. “Your pussy is soaked, Little Brat. Can’t you control yourself?”
“N-No, Daddy.”
“No. My innocent little brat is a whore for my cock. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
He pumps two fingers inside me, and the stretch offers a bite of pain with the pleasure. “Only my cock.”
“Yes. Only yours, Daddy.”
“Tell me to play with your hole.”
I moan at his words.
“Tell me to lick your tiny asshole, Little Brat. Tell me you want Daddy’s big cock in there too.”
My eyes roll with the pleasure he provides.
“Please.”
He lowers his head, and his warm breath caresses my skin. Then his tongue delves into the crack of my ass, and him spitting followed by his spittle sliding down my ass and between my thighs have my eyes rolling. He works his fingers in and out of my pussy, pumping me faster and faster, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh god,” I moan, clinging to his legs to keep me stable.
He flattens his tongue, and the most amazing sensation spreads through me. A thousand stars collide as he sweeps his tongue over my forbidden hole, toying with it and pushing it inside me over and over.
