Page 67 of Daddy Brigadier

“Aren’t you going to eat?” she asks, observing me declining the chef’s offer as she tries to serve me a plate.

“No. I plan to eat later,” I respond.

“You don’t like breakfast?” she asks, picking up her fork.

A delighted smile spreads across her face, her cheeks warming with pleasure, and a soft moan slips from her lips when she takes the first bite.

“I’m hungry for something different.” He dips his head down to my exposed thigh. A deep blush spreads across her cheeks as she comprehends that my appetite is directed toward her.

“What if what you want isn’t on the menu?” Her lips curve into a playful grin.

“You’re on the menu when I say you are. Krasotka, you’re mine. I’ll eat you whenever I choose to.”

I notice her picking up the pace with her meal after my comment, her crossed legs tight as she focuses on each bite. When she finally finishes, the chef steps in to clear the table, then I dismiss her for the day. Now, with the distraction gone, it’s my turn to eat.

“Come here,” I order her, pushing my chair away from the table.

She wipes her lips with a napkin and places it on the table before slowly approaching me. I can’t help but stare at her bare thighs, the edge of my shirt barely covering her past the waist. When she stops, her thigh brushes against my knee, and my cock pulses at the slight touch.

With a gentle nudge, I guide her back against the table, and she whispers not so quietly, “Ready for a little taste, Daddy?” Holding her waist, I effortlessly lift her onto the surface.

As I hold her legs, I arrange her feet to rest on either side of my chair. Spreading her thighs apart, I lean in closer and blow softly against her pussy.

“Valentin,” she squeals, a mix of laughter and moaning in her voice.

Sitting up, I stare at her pretty face and hot body. Everything about Lexi makes a man’s cock hard. “Take off my shirt.”

“You like to watch me get naked, don’t you?” She undoes the buttons of my shirt, letting it fall to the floor, revealing the soft skin of her breasts.

She’s such a beautiful sight, pretty and very fuckable.

I appreciate every part of Lexi, whether she’s dressed or nude, and I find her absolutely perfect for me in every way.

I find myself positioned between her thighs as she leans closer, pressing her lips softly against mine. A moan escapes me, all my muscles unwinding under her touch.

“I’m starving,” I murmur, my voice low and teasing. “If you’re a good girl, I might let you come in my mouth.”

She wraps her legs around my waist, admiring her pretty pink pussy.

Her back arches off the table as I kiss the inside of her thigh, soft and slow, the stubble on my chin rough against her inner thighs.

She rocks her hips against my mouth, whimpering when my tongue slides down to lap her folds. A sharp cry escapes her as I suck hard, my tongue drawing lazy, controlled circles.

I slide a finger inside her, then another, pumping slow and deep, curling my fingers just enough to make her knees buckle.

“Valentin!”

“I want you dripping wet before I fuck your little cunt,” I say, dragging my tongue back up to flick her clit.

My fingers keep moving, my mouth never stops, as I feel her unraveling.

She cries out, and I lick her pussy juices, darting my tongue in and out of her a few more times to feel her shake under me. Her breaths are sharp and ragged, then a warm rush floods my core, and a smile spreads across my face.

I unzip my pants and wrap my hand around my cock, stroking it until precum is copiously oozing down my fingers.

Lexi pushes me off her, and I tumble back into my chair, a look of stunned surprise on my face. In an unexpected move, she straddles me. Her eyes find mine, and she whimpers, “Brigadier.”

“Yes, Lexi.” My tongue flicks her nipple while I’m palming her breast.