I pull away and moan, desperate for her touch.“Not here.Let’s go home,” I mumble into her neck, nipping and kissing her skin.
“Such a pussy tease.There will be consequences for making me wait.”
I hum a sweet note of delight against her.“I think I can cope.”
46
Midnight
SOMETIME AFTER
Ihave stopped clock watching for the first time in over ten years.I spent a lifetime counting down, and then more time counting up, appreciating every minute I got after the end of my deal’s clock.
Now?
I don’t have to count anything other than the number of orgasms I give Lucy… or perhaps I should say…
“Chancellor Corvine, to what do I owe the honour?”I say and grin at the love of my life.She steps into the courtyard of our home where I’m working on my bike.
She hands me a mug of coffee.Her butterfly flutters around her head, flitting this way and that in the morning sun.
My eyes glide down her body, coming to rest on the bottom of her t-shirt.It sits just below the curve of her backside.Those delicious legs bare and asking to be kissed.
“I do hope you’re as naked there, as you are there,” I say, pointing from her pussy to her thigh.
She grins at me.“I guess you have to check,Daddy.”She purrs the last word, and I shove the mug on my tool station.
“Come here, you fucking tease.I’ve got a gift for you.”
“Oh?”she says.
I plunge my lips over hers, kissing and sucking.We’re all teeth and lips and tongues and hungry desire.
I take her hand and slide it between my thighs.
“Daddy brought her dick to play this morning.Now get on the fucking bike.”
It’s in a stand where I was working on it, so it’s super stable and it will be able to take the absolute ravaging I’m about to give her.
She runs her hands through my hair and grips, pulling my head back.“And what if I want to fuck you too.”
“There’s time for that,” I say, and hoist her up by her thighs to place her on the seat.I push her knees apart and am delighted to see she is very much naked under her T-shirt.
I lower myself to the floor, thankful I had my foam mat out where I was working on the bike, too old and tired to kneel on cobbles and not feel it.
My lips find her thigh and bite.Her skin dapples with goosebumps in the morning light.I nibble my way all the way along her smooth thigh and across to her core.Either side of her cunt are two circular bruises.
I have a moment of guilt.But she reaches down and tilts my chin up.
“I will wear them with pride for the rest of my days.”
The bruises have become permanent fixtures since my horns broke free of my scalp and I insist on fucking Lucy… well, basically all the time.
“All mine,” I mumble as I take in the view of her pussy and then draw my tongue down her centre.
Gods, she’s delicious this morning.A little deep, a little sweet and a hundred percent moreish.
Her head lolls back as she releases a moan of pleasure and shifts her arse to give me easier access.
