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Deepening the kiss, her tongue met his, and he felt the shudder that went through her as one of his hands moved around to the back of her neck, cradling her head as they shifted on the bed. The heat of her body pressed against his, and she moaned when he moved his other hand down to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing the silky material of her gown over the hard bud of her nipple. His dick throbbed against the tight confines of his pants, achingly hard already, the way he had been from the moment he walked in.
“Oh!” She gasped the word, high and squeaky, as he began to shift them into the position he wanted—her on her back on the bed and him above her, moving his lips down her neck as he filled his hands with her breasts. The silky gown was slippery against his palms, and he knew that would add to the sensations coursing through her as he squeezed and massaged the soft mounds, her flesh spilling out from between his fingers.
The little buds of her nipples were peaked, and he gave them small pinches, using the silk to stimulate them as he left a trail of kisses across her shoulder.
“Oh… Master D…”
His dick throbbed again, but it wasn’t truly what he wanted.
This was his fantasy, right?
“Call me Daddy,” he ordered, the words coming out in a growl.
“Daddy!” She squeaked when he yanked the front of her gown down, exposing her breasts, and closed his mouth over her nipple. He felt her body buck beneath his, shuddering from the sensations he was eliciting from her. He smiled inwardly.
Fuck, he liked hearing her call him that.
The need that had been driving him intensified at her lack of hesitation, her shuddering reaction to calling him Daddy. She liked it, too.
Fuck.
Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him in place as he fondled her breasts, suckling and nibbling her nipples. His cock was hard as a rock, rubbing against the mattress while she writhed beneath him.
When he glanced up at her, it was almost jarring to see the mask rather than her face. Though he enjoyed seeing her lips, the mask took away some of his fantasy, and he refocused his efforts on her breasts.
Her body.
Making her moan and sigh. As she moved underneath him, the skirt of the gown slipped upward. He shifted, so he was more on his knees, no longer pressed so firmly against her, and moved one hand down to cup her bottom.
Felt her tense.
He squeezed, massaging her where her thigh met her ass, distracting her with new sensations. He wanted her overloaded on pleasure and need before he slid his cock into her, as soft and wet as he could get her.
When he moved his mouth away from her nipple, she cried out in disappointment, then tensed again as she looked at him where he was kneeling between her spread thighs.
“Relax, Sunshine, it’s not time yet,” he reassured her. “First, I need to taste this pretty virgin pussy.”
Her sweet cherry pie.
Shifting downward, he draped her legs over his shoulders, the breadth of them keeping her thighs well apart as he pressed his mouth to her lower lips. With his arms under her legs, it was easy for him to reach up and continue toying with her breasts, squeezing, pinching, and pulling her nipples while she let out a surprised cry as his tongue delved between her folds.
“Oh! Daddy!” Her hips moved with her words, rubbing her pussy against him, his tongue sliding through the slick cleft.
She tasted like peaches and cream, with the slightly salty flavor that only a woman’s body could produce. Delicious. Damian feasted like he’d been starving—because he had been. For years. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to lick and lave until she was screaming with an ecstatic orgasm. He felt his cock rubbing against the bed beneath him as he worked her pussy over with his tongue.
Fuck, he couldn’t wait to be inside her…
Emily
Master D… Daddy… It was like something out of her books.
It wasn’t just the money that was going to save her life making tonight special—it was him. She’d thought she’d no longer be a virgin by now, but instead, he was taking his time, kissing her, touching her, making her wetter than she’d ever been in her life. The feel of his tongue sliding over her most sensitive parts had her nearly sobbing from the sensations it elicited.
She was totally overwhelmed by the pleasure, the little bites of pain, the rising ecstasy inside of her. No one had ever made her feel this way before. She’d certainly never been able to make herself feel this way when she masturbated.
The sensations were crashing over her, her insides clenching. The eels in her stomach were completely gone, replaced by an aching, throbbing need.
“Oh, please… oh, please…” She moved her hips against his tongue and lips, then he released her breasts, shifting again, leaving her panting and whimpering, her entire body tingling.
