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“No. Stay.” I use one hand to show her, forcing her to press those fingers deeper. For good measure, I pull the hand out then press it back in, helping her fuck herself.
I could do this forever.
But that clit is calling my name.
“Good girl, just like that. You keep fucking yourself, and Daddy will eat.” Her breath hitches, but I’m already moving forward, already reaching my tongue out to taste her.
Fucking heaven.
“Oh, oh God,” she moans, hips moving; whether to get her fingers deeper or my face closer, I’m not sure.
But she accomplishes both.
My lips latch to her clit, sucking deep as her hips buck, her fingers moving just beneath my chin.
My tongue comes out to lave her clit before moving, so the piercing on my tongue is pushing under her hood, rubbing the sensitive bud until she’s screaming.
The hand holding her thighs open moves, her leg wrapping around to hold me in place as her hand goes into my hair, holding me in place.
But I’m not leaving.
No fucking way am I leaving until we get her to come together.
And once we do, I’m going to fuck my sweet girl until she squeezes my dick and screams my fucking name.
My hands go to her hips, pulling her deeper into my face, while her fingers move frantically, the words coming from her near inhuman.
Until it happens,
“Oh, fuck, Ben! Ben!” she shouts, grinding her fingers that are pumping frantically, her hand tightening in my hair, pulling me closer.
I flatten my tongue on her clit and suck.
“FUCK! I’m coming!” she shouts, the words loud enough that if Hattie were in the break room, she most definitely would hear it.
But its not her words that have me losing my fucking mind.
It’s the wet.
The wet my mouth is lapping up as she screams and wails, riding her fingers and gripping my face to her cunt. I move my head back and forth, growling into her pussy as she gushes on my face, screams my name, and rides her fingers.
The woman is a dream.
A dream I need to be inside of.
As her grip loosens on my hair, slowly letting go, her leg that she wrapped around my back to keep me close unraveling, I lick once more before sitting back on my heels. Looking up at her from my spot on the floor, her head is tipped to the ceiling, eyes closed, fingers still inside her.
If I had a camera nearby, I’d take a photo.
One day, maybe I’ll draw this from memory and savor every moment.
Her hair falling down her back, chest heaving, tits peaked, fingers in her pussy, wet spot making the comforter beneath her darker.
Every part of it is a dream.
“That good, sweet girl?” I ask, and my voice is hoarse as I do. Her eyes open and meet mine, hazy and hooded, and I feel my lips tip up in a half smile. “Yeah, it was good for you. That’s just a taste, though. Now be a good girl and turn around, put your ass in the air.” Those hooded green eyes look at me, registering my words, blinking.
Again, I wonder if she’s going to fight me.
