Page 20 of The Gift that Keeps On Giving

“Yes,” she says, nodding. “I can do that.”

“Know what else you can do?” I use my thumb to fondle her clit, my tongue testing her entrance and barely fitting. “You can take away all my stress when we’re alone in the house. Just by coming in here and spending time together.”

“I’d like that. I like spending time with you.”

“Good.” I settle my mouth on top of her clit and worry the very tip of my tongue up and down, side to side, distracting her while I pump my middle finger into her entrance, feeling those untried muscles spasm around me, trying to reject the invasion. “Soon enough, you’ll have me wrapped around your little finger. I’ll be paying for alone time with jewelry, new clothes. A car. Keep me spoiled and I’ll spoil you back, baby.”

“Oh-ohhh. Okay.” Her hips are twisting now, and fuck me, her cunt is drenched. Gets increasingly so with every rough lap of my tongue, every targeted twist of my finger inside of her. “That feels so…so…I don’t know!”

“This is what good feels like.” There is no description for how hard I am right now. I’m so hard, I’m humping the goddamn mattress, my tongue tangled in her slippery pussy, my heart slamming up against my ribcage. And yet, somehow, I’ve neverbeen more in control in my life. “Good means giving your come to Daddy.”

“Is that what’s happening?” she sobs, bucking her hips toward my mouth.

I growl a yes against her flesh. “This is what you’re built for. Let it happen.”

Recognizing she’s on the verge of an orgasm, I cram a second finger through her entrance, jiggling roughly, knowing this is my only chance to stretch her enough to accept my cock at its largest. Then I use my tongue on her clit, tickling and teasing and finally rubbing it for all I’m worth, pulsations traveling from her core down the length of my tongue, straight to my chest like an arrow. Humbling me, arousing me, wrecking me.

She pops like a cherry, crying out, her thighs shaking around my face, her cunt beautifully clenched around my fingers, her torso twisting as she floods my lips and chin. I revel in that proof of her pleasure, rolling my face around in it and panting, wanting to beat my fucking chest. But there’s no time. I’m a good minute from busting and it’s the fault of her tight little pussy. I’m compelled to fill it hard and punish it for being so soft.

I lift my head, swiping a forearm across my mouth to clear away her juices, prowling up her body and ripping away the blindfold.

“Look me in the eye while I take ownership.”

She nods, still gulping air, blue eyes glazed over. “Yes, sir,” she whispers.

Oh, I fuckinglovethat. So much I almost blast off before I’m inside of her.

Cameron is beating himself off so hard in the corner of the room, he’s grunting like a lecher, a layer of sweat covering his face and chest. And the fact that he’s obviously turned on by what I’m doing to Ruby gives me the highest tide of confidence imaginable. Gives me an explosion of determination. I settle myaching inches against her hole, gritting my teeth as I work the head inside, then suction her mouth to mine and rear my hips back…

Cameron

Oh shit.

I’m almost delirious with lust watching this scene play out in front of me.

Yanked straight out of my wildest, most guarded fantasies.

Dean is huge on top of petite Ruby, muscling his cock inside of her while her white, knee-high socks flail, the skirt rucked up around her belly.

“Too big!”

“No. It’s just right, baby,” he growls. “Because I fucking say it is.”

She starts to protest again, but he silences her, using his tongue on her mouth with the same carnality he used between her legs, hitting her with deep, dominant strokes until her knees go limp and she’s purring under his care. I’m leaking from my tip watching it happen, and I know I need to slow down, because I don’t want to finish before this is over, but I can’t slow down, despite how ominous the weight in my balls feels. Sweat is dripping down the sides of my face, onto my shoulders and pecs.

I’m trapped in the perfect, golden dream.

I never want to come out.

My breath accelerates as Dean’s hips move in a slow lurch forward. He growls into Ruby’s mouth as he meets resistance,his hand closing around her throat, then he punches home, driving her tight body up the bed. And he bellows like a conqueror while she whimpers, her back arched beneath him. Butt scooting right to left to find comfort.

“Are you hurting, baby?” he asks thickly, throat muscles straining.

“A little,” she says, clutching at his shoulders.

He nuzzles their mouths together. “That’s the price you pay for being so fucking sweet, isn’t it? You made a big dick hard and now you have to take it.”

“You think I’m sweet, Daddy?” she whispers, accepting his tongue, trailing her nails along his broad shoulders.

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