Page 90 of Beautiful Scars

“That’s two.”

I’m up like a shot, kneeling over her little frame just below her tits. I make sure her hands go on the right side of my thighs so she can’t push me away.

Her eyes go wide and she flops her head down on the pillow.

“Bastard. You tricked me.”

I shrug while I undo the button and pull down my zip, freeing my cock.

“And you pushed me. Now you better be a good girl for me, princess.”

She scoffs. “I’d rather eat your shit attempt at stir-fry.”

“Open wide for Daddy,” I tell her. I think we both realize how fucked up it is that I still use that same line on her. I’m beyond caring.

When she’s not perfectly eager, I fist her hair and use my free hand to pry her mouth open.

“There’s a good girl,” I say, rubbing the head of my glistening cock around her lips.

She tries to get out one lastfuck youbut it comes out as a gurgle.

For as much as she pretends to fight me, she sucks cock like a dream. Absolutely no technique but I like that about her. The second I’m inside her mouth, my hand goes up to the wall, the other one helping her hold her head up.

She’s too small to go too deep, but it doesn’t matter. She swirls her tongue around the head and that’s enough to almost putmeonmyfucking knees. If only she knew that. She thinks I’m the one with all the power. A casual onlooker would think that too, what with me practically sitting on her face and forcing her head in position.

But that’s not the case at all.

With those lips wrapped around the end of my cock I’m a fucking slave to every lick and swirl of her tongue.

I let her up for air, and she pushes me further up the bed with her two hands wrapped around my waist. She goes for my balls and I nearly crumble on top of her right then and there. I was man enough to admit to her that I have a particular soft-spot for getting my balls licked, and she’s never let me down yet.

“Fuck, Meisie.”

“That’s one,” she says, putting on my accent with her mouth still full.

“Make it two, I fucking dare you.”

She giggles. She giggles like she’s the one in control of making it two.

If she’s not going to make it two, I’llmakeher make it two.

I jump off her, putting my cock away and buttoning my trousers. She wipes around the edge of her mouth with two fingers, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Up,” I bark.

She looks at me like I’ve just grown two heads, but eventually slides off the bed with a sulk.

I take the bottom of her nightdress and pull it up over her head. “You won’t need this where we’re going.”

Her mouth drops open but I press my finger against her lips while I throw the nightdress back on the bed. She looks up at me with those big silver eyes and I can’t tell if it’s fear or frustration filling them.

It’ll be both soon enough.

With a hand on the back of her neck I lead her through the door and toward my office. She tries to cover her bare chest but a quick slap to her backside has her dropping her hands again.

“Where are we going?”

“Don’t make me gag you, darlin’.”