Page 49 of Barron

“Take off your romper. And do it slowly. I want to enjoy the show.”

Fuck, they’d gone a full one-eighty, from Daddy/Little sweet age play, to full-on consenting adults’ naughty, raunchy sex. There was nothing innocent or childish about the vixen giving him a blow-by-blow, no pun intended, personal striptease with shimmying tits and all. At the end of her show, she stood in ruffly panties and nothing else. Shifting sideways, she wiggled them down to her ankles. Once free of them, she pressed the damp crotch to his nose.

“Smell me? I’m so wet for you, Daddy.”

He groaned. She had the nerve to giggle.

“You’re going to kill me,” he muttered.

“I only want to please you.”

“Is that right?” Swiveling to the front, he put his feet on the floor, slipped the cushion behind his back to support his head, and brought his hips to the edge. His cock stood up. The perfect hard spike to fill Yoanni’s delicious sheath.

“You know what to do, little girl. Work me over. Sit on me.”

Yoanni leered as she put one knee on the sofa, brought the other up, and straddled his hips. From her sitting position, her eyes inhaled him as he caressed her glorious breasts with trembling hands, moved to the golden skin of her generous hips to explore the bumpy scar from a childhood accident, and finally reached her soft, round stomach. Gently, he dipped a finger into her pussy, searching for her clit, and that’s when she descended. He watched in complete awe as his cock disappeared one tiny bit at a time within her magical depths. She embraced his dick with her inner muscles, and a wave of blinding pleasure and absolute perfection sent him flying. After long months of separation and loneliness, he was back in his rightful place, he’d always belonged here, within her and nowhere else.

“Baby.” He thrust up, hitting her deepest point.

“Oh.” She twisted her head side to side, and her gleaming dark hair moved in concert. Slowly, she slid up, almost to the crown of his erection, and arched back. Her elegant neck, curved in offering, called to him. Unable to resist, he spanned the base in a complete and possessive hold.

“My love,” he whispered in awe.

Smiling, she covered his hand with hers. “Always yours. Possess me. Dominate me.”

He licked his lips and swallowed, barely holding back his climax. A drop of sweat ran down the side of his face. Then her hazel eyes flashed, and she plunged down hard. Her breasts bounced, and he clutched one as he went back for her clit with his free hand.

“I love your sweet clit.”

“Pinch me hard, Daddy. I like it.”

“This way?” He twisted her nipple and clit at the same time.

“Yesss!” She rocked her hips back and forth over him. “Don’t let go.”

“Never, baby. You belong to me. No one else. Hear me?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Her wild rocking motion switched to a fast up and down, paused for a second, then rocked again in an erratic pattern. Leaning forward, she pressed her hands on his shoulders. “Help me. I can’t get enough,” she gasped.

Barron knew what she needed. Holding her waist and hips, he stood long enough to put her down on the rug, where he had better control. Hooking her knee over his shoulder, he spread her other leg to the side, splaying her pussy.

He smiled. “Damn, aren’t you gorgeous. Put your arms above your head and feel. I’m in no hurry.” Barron dove in slowly, enjoying the heat and liquid, her internal ridges and contracting muscles. He bent close to her face, took her full lower lip into his mouth, and sucked hard, eliciting a loud moan and knowing a mark would be there for the world to see. Letting go of her lip, hedropped his forehead to hers as he watched his shaft, slick and shiny with her juices, pump in and out in a slow cadence.

“Do you see me, baby? I’m taking you. See how I take you.”

“Yes, yes.” Yoanni bucked her hips up, meeting his thrusts with hers.

“Are you ready?”

Instead of answering, she shook her head wildly. He took it as a go-ahead sign and, ignoring the head injury, picked up his rhythm. Yoanni arched her chest, and he drove faster. She clenched and released around his erection, pushing him to climax. He turned sideways, twisted her clit, and she screamed. Orgasmic ripples gathered at the base of his spine and spun into a tight coil. At the height of tension, it snapped loose, and his climax shot out through his balls and cock. Holding Yoanni as if she would disappear, he emptied his essence into his woman until he was all spent.

Cocooning her within his arms and legs, he rolled onto his back, waiting for his pulse and headache to subside. It took him several moments to collect his thoughts, emotions, and…

Holy shit! I really fucked up.

Though it was a misstep, he wasn’t upset at all. In a way, the possibility pleased and excited him. Except, he wasn’t a complete asshole, and this could affect Yoanni in a bad way. The main thing he’d learned from their separation was that errors must be faced or else.

“Baby girl?”

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