Page 72 of Worthy of Sunsets and Second Chances

“Where.”

“Eli,” Kendra pleads.

“Use your words, sweetheart. Tell Daddy exactly what you need. You know I’ll give it to you.” I nip her earlobe, making her jolt and bump her work.

“Fuck. Please, Daddy.” Hearing her call me that makes my eyes roll back in my head, because holy fuck I am a goner. “Please touch my pussy. I’m so wet for you.”

I cup her through her leggings and feel how hot she is. Kendra grinds into my palm and moans, tossing her head back on my shoulder, hands still sliding through the clay errantly.

I don’t think that’s gonna be a mug anytime soon.

Slipping my hand down the front of her leggings I’m rewarded with the dripping pussy I was promised. She is soaked. I run my thick fingers over her tight slit and back up to her needy little clit, and Kendra cries out.

“Yes!”

“Do you want these fingers in your tight pussy? Is that what my girl needs, to make a mess of my hand, wishing it was my dick?”

She is so lost in my touch all she can do is nod.

I rub my thumb across her clit as I plunge two fingers into her and holy shhhhittt.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You are so tight. You’re gonna strangle my cock when we have sex . . . eventually.” I tack on the last word not wanting to make her feel any pressure.

“It’s going to be so good,” Kendra pants. “I miss your cock.”

“You cannot say shit like that to me.”

“Sure I can, it’s t-true.” She bites her lip and moans as I add another finger, feeling her stretch around the fullness.

“Such a dirty girl.”

“Only for you.” She abandons the clay, letting the wheel spin, looking at me fully for the first time since I started touching her.

“That’s fucking right.” I slam my mouth on hers and increase my efforts as she grinds down on my fingers.

“Ride my hand, just like that. Make yourself come for me, sweetheart.”

Kendra rolls her hips to a rhythm of ecstasy, and I’m the lucky bastard that gets to see the pleasure paired on her face. I kiss her deeply again before sliding my hand free from her leggings, locking eyes with her while I lick each of my fingers clean, moaning from the taste of her that I will never get my fill of.

Licking her lips, Kendra says, “I want your cock.”

Raising my eyebrow, I say, “You sure about that, dirty girl?” I glance at her hands, covered in clay.

“I won’t touch you,” she swears, “I want you to use me.” Her lust-filled eyes are anything but innocent as she kicks aside the stool and drops to her knees right in front of me.

Holy shit. This is happening.

Adjusting myself on the bench I pull myself from my briefs and grey sweatpants, and Kendra licks her fucking lips as she watches. Her eyes snap up to mine, seeking permission.

“You ready?” I ask one last time.

“Please, Daddy, use me.” And she leans forward sucking my throbbing crown into her hot, wet mouth.

When my piercing hits her tongue I feel as if stars explode behind my eyes. I wind my fingers into her thick hair, wild and messy in that bun, pink streaks pulled tight in my grip. I give my hips a testing thrust, Kendra gags a little on the length hitting the back of her throat, and her clay-covered hands grip my thighs.

Her eyes widen as if to apologize for touching me, for messing up my sweats, but I love it.

“Leave them there,” I command, and she blinks in understanding. I pump in and out faster while she sucks and moans, and the vibration sends a shiver all the way up my spine. Tears run across the rosy apples of her cheeks, and I can’t hold back much longer.