Page 38 of His Princess Brat
She startled, those traces of concern melting into delight. She started to pull back off my cock, but stopped when my hand on the back of her neck tightened.
“Are you ready to take it for Daddy?” I asked her, giving a small push to seat myself that much deeper into the heat of her mouth.
She hummed, and the vibration of that was nothing short of pure heaven. Her hands came up to rest on my hips. She tried to relax her jaw.
“That’s it,” I told her, pushing until half my cock was ensconced firmly between her lips. “Take the whole thing.”
She obeyed with wide eyes, slowly moving her lips down the shaft of my cock until I was balls deep in her mouth. I found her gag reflex. Her eyes teared, but she persisted, forcing herself to relax until I was all the way in and her nose was nestled right up to my groin. I was so far into her mouth, she couldn’t breathe, but I only held her like this for a few seconds. Her gaze stayed locked on mine right up until I abruptly pulled back out, granting her permission to breathe once more, and leaving only the tip of me still lodged between her lips.
“Good girl,” I praised, a little breathless now myself. “Now stroke Daddy’s cock with your mouth, and don’t be afraid to use your hands if you need to. It feels good.”
I stopped instructing then, moving my hands from my groin and the base of her neck and folding them behind my head as I leaned into her, pushing my cock further into her mouth just as she began to stroke and explore with her tongue.
She reached up to touch my cock, glancing up at me to make sure that was okay before she took the shaft in her hand. Her other reached underneath and, with another hesitant glance for approval—
“Go on,” I encouraged. “Touch Daddy however you like, just be gentle.”
—she cupped my balls. There was nothing quite like having my ball sack massaged in her exploring fingers. Her tentative movements grew in confidence with each moan I let myself make and every involuntary twitch of my hips as I tried to hold still for her, and yet failed.
Cupping the back of her head, I held her steady as I slowly began to fuck her beautiful mouth. She answered with long, slow bobs of her head as she alternated between taking me as deep in her mouth as she could and sucking as I slid back out again, the head of me escaping right to the very edge of her lips before she opened wide to engulf me again.
We hit her gag reflex repeatedly, but time and practice would help with that, and in the meantime, watching her struggle to take the full length and girth of me was beyond sexy. She was getting into it. She was loving it. No way in hell was I going to be able to take much more.
“I’m coming, Princess,” I groaned, unable to hold back any longer. A flash of uncertainty crossed her features and she tried to pull back, but I grabbed the back of her head.
“Swallow,” I commanded, grabbing the base of my cock as the spasms ripped through me, the pleasure almost sharp enough to make me shout as the gate opened and my warm salty cum shot into her mouth. “Swallow for Daddy.”
She did, keeping her lips firmly closed over me as she struggled to be the good girl I repeatedly groaned that she was while she licked and sucked, struggling to gulp down every last drop I fed her as I shuddered to wave after spasming orgasmic wave.
My hand was wrapped around her braids now, and I had no idea when that had happened. When I let go, she rocked back on her heels and smiled up at me, seeming extremely pleased with herself.
“Did I do good, Daddy?” she questioned, looking up at me with her eyes wide and unblinking.
“Very good,” I moaned, still reeling from the aftershocks of my orgasm as I pulled her up off her knees and into my arms. I kissed her, not caring about the taste of me on her tongue and she enthusiastically returned it every bit as passionately.
“I want to do that again,” she said breathlessly.
A sudden knock at the door stopped everything. Our food had just arrived.
We both struggled back into our clothes.
“Soon,” I promised, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead and making sure she was sitting on the couch, completely covered before I answered the door. The maid took one look at my naked chest and blushed all shades of red. “Thanks,” I told her, and quickly shut the door before she could see who else I had in here with me. When I turned around, Pita was sprawled on the couch, holding the cool glass I’d had holding the ice up against her pussy.
“I,” she said—the most dainty seductress that had ever been completely unaware of how sexy she was—“am ready for my cheese-burger.”
Yeah, and I was ready to do some eating of my own. Burger first, Pita second, and she might not know it yet, but I had no intention of being a wham-bam thank you ma’am sort of guy.
Tonight, Pita was staying with me.
