I don’t look away as I bring her down on my tongue, groaning as my cock twitches.
If I was a selfish bastard, I would flip her around so she could take care of me at the same time, but I’ll have to save that for another day.
Besides, I’ll have her coming all over my tongue in a matter of seconds because I know my girl too well.
I drag my tongue along her core until I reach her clit.
She’s so swollen, and as I swirl my tongue around it, more of Fiona’s arousal drips onto my chin.
She’s so close, and I’m too impatient to drag this out much longer, so I wrap my lips around her clit and start sucking.
“Oh,fuck!”
Fiona tenses beneath my touch, and then she’s coming.
She grips my head with her thighs as her entire body trembles with the force of her orgasm.
I groan, my own hips bucking as my balls tighten.
“Keep going,” she gasps.
I’m more than happy to obey.
I lick and suck at her pussy, lapping up every drop of cum she gives me as she rides my face.
When I can tell she’s becoming too sensitive, I pull her off me and flip us back over so that she can lie against the pillows, her breasts heaving as she catches her breath.
“So beautiful,” I murmur as I dip my head to kiss her.
She moans as I slide my tongue against hers, letting her taste herself, as I settle myself between her thighs and slowly slide my cock inside her.
“Fuck,” I groan at how wet she is. “Your pussy is heaven, baby. I can’t get enough.”
“It’s all yours,” she moans as I start pumping my hips.
“Damn right.”
Fiona’s eyes flutter closed, and she loses herself to the pleasure. Her breasts bounce with every thrust, and her skin starts to become slick with sweat.
I try to hold back, but Fiona is gripping me so tightly that my balls feel ready to explode, and I know we’re both seconds away from coming.
Fiona arches off the bed, her nails digging into my skin hard enough to pierce it, as she climaxes, and I pump my hips faster until my own control snaps.
“Oh, shit, I’m coming,” I grunt as my hips jerk.
“Daddy! I’m hungry!” Scout calls from down the hall.
Fiona bursts out laughing, and I rest my forehead against hers, swallowing a curse.
“That’s one way to kill the mood,” I mutter.
She laughs. “At least we got to finish.”
“DADDY!”
“Do you think Scout’s awake?” she teases, and I nip at her jaw. “Hey!”
“Maybe your screaming woke him up.”
