Page 66 of Unwrapped

“Touch yourself. Circle them. Look at me. Tell me with your eyes how it make you feel.”

Holy shit. He’s good. I bite my lip as I toy with myself. Circling, palming, getting wet and ready for a night that can’t happen. Not yet anyway. He stands, leaning an elbow on the mantel and holds a glass of scotch in one hand as he watches me with hooded eyes.

“Roll your nipples with two fingers hard enough to hurt.”

Sweat drips from my brow. I cry out as I do his bidding.

“Good girl.”

My hips move up. I squirm, seeking relief but I can’t bring myself to lower my hands and do what I need in front of him.

He slowly moves forward. Stands over me and tips his glass. Drops of amber liquid fall on my heated skin. His hands grip my knees, spreads them apart to make room for his massive body as he kneels between them. His tongue follows the path of the liquid between my breasts. He stops to lick the splatters from my nipples, rolling his tongue over the aching buds.

“Oops. I think some went down here,” he rasps against my tummy, moving my leggings down. I clench my thighs trying to dissuade him from going further.

“I can’t.”

Puzzled, he questions me with his eyes.

“I-I just can’t tonight.”

“Your period?”

Blushing I shake my head. “My Brazilian.”

“Well hot damn, that will be my Christmas treat. But you deserve to get rewarded, sugar for making Big Daddy happy.”

“Big Daddy?”

“Just go with it. I like to talk dirty.” He’s not embarrassed as his half smile lights up the whole room.

“You should smile more often. You’re handsome as hell.”

“The stay half naked. Your tits make me happy.”

“Dork.” I hit his arm playfully, laughing as he growls like a wild animal as he lowers the rest of my pants.

“Me hungry. Craving this…” He inhales me. Then gently rolls his tongue over my swollen, angry pussy whose pissed at me for locking him out. “Does it hurt?” He lifts his eyes.

“Like hell.”

“So pretty though. I could eat this pretty, pink pussy for days.”

“Promise?”

He winks. Lowers himself and gets to work. His mouth hovers between my legs blowing, sucking, licking… teasing. My hips move, wanting to fuck his mouth. “More. I need more.”

“I know you do. But you’re gonna have to wait for my big cock to take care of that.”

“I know.”

“Don’t pout. I’ll still make you come, real good.”

He lifts my butt using one palm. My pussy is his main course as the fingers on his other hand enter me.

“Yes. More. Please.” I moan, as his digits pump in and out and his mouth clamps down hard on my clit. Sucking. Nipping. Licking. He’s a master. My master… I think dumbly as my world explodes and my hips fuck his mouth harder.

“Darren!” I cry, coming and crying at once.

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