Page 48 of Mommy

That surprises me.

She said it so quietly that I almost couldn’t hear her, but the fact that she said it at all is… interesting.

And it gives me an idea.

Taking in the food left on her plate, I silently curse myself for making ground beef. That won’t do well perched on my cock for Ivy to lick off. But there are other options…

Tongue rolling over my lips, I focus all of my attention back on Ivory.

“Are you sure you want this?”

She nods, cheeks turning rosy red.

“That won’t do, Ivory. I need to hear you say it.”

Swallowing heavily, she drops her gaze to the plate before her.

“I do. I want this.”

The breathy whisper of consent tips the scale for me. No going back now.

“Get on the table.”

Pushing the plates aside, I make room for her and watch as she climbs onto the dark surface. The stained wood is a stark contrast to the naked skin of her thighs.

Kneeling on the table, she looks down at me. A view I could get used to, but not what I had in mind.

“Take off the shirt.”

While she follows through on the command, I push down my joggers, pulling my hard cock free of its confinement. Holding myself tightly at the base I look up at Ivory again.

The shirt is gone, discarded somewhere on the floor, leaving Ivory in nothing but my boxer briefs.

Hands on her sides, fists balled and I can tell from the way her muscles flex that she wants to lift them up to cover herself.

“Good girl.” I praise her for not hiding from me, even when it makes her uncomfortable.

Her tits are small, barely a handful, with pink nipples on top that look so lickable I’m almost tempted to discard my plan.

Almost.

Leaning forward I reach for her plate and push it back in front of her.

The confusion on her face draws a chuckle from my throat.

“Leave your hands on the table, lean down… and eat.”

It takes me less than a second before I groan when she bends her body. Her tits falling forward slightly. When her lips touch the plate, I know I’m a goner.

Gripping myself harder, I watch her tongue slip out and gather some of the food.

I don’t know if it’s her submission, my control or the fact that I’m very much feeding her right now… maybe it’s a combination of the three, but I won’t last another minute if we keep this up.

Stroking myself slowly, I give into the urge and let out a deep moan.

Ivory glances up at me through her blonde lashes, and almost chokes on the bit of food in her mouth. Her throat works and I moan again.

“Don’t stop. Finish what you started.”