Page 54 of Detention with Daddies

I twist my fingers, finding a node that has her fluttering with pleasure. A soft moan caught behind her teeth.

“Ah, that’ll do nicely.” I stroke and tap at the spot and preen at the wave of moisture that follows. “And I bet…here will be even better.”

I sink my fingers in deeper, curling her hips higher to reach another spot that has her panting. Fuck, I love the way she reacts to me. How easy it seems to be to provide her pleasure.

“But you know,” I say, teasing. “There’s a spot I can’t reach this way. Not with my fingers. I’ll have to use a better tool for the job.”

Said tool is bobbing between us, aching to be inside of her.

“I’ll need permission to use it.”

Olivia nods, leaned back on her elbows, thighs spread so sweetly for me. I tap the head of my cock against her entrance, hitting her clit lightly.

Another soft noise vibrates against the back of her lips, pressed tightly closed as I rub myself over her wet core, coating myself in her arousal.

I dream about how good she feels when I’m at home in bed—alone. My hand can barely bring me to completion now that I know what it’s like to have her squeezing around me, how strong her orgasms are, how they wring pleasure out of me in a way I’ve never imagined possible.

“You’re going to feel a little pressure, Olivia.” I press into her slowly, working myself into her heat as her elbows come out from under her, her back arching and hips lifting to help take as much of me as she can on the first thrust.

It takes a mere moment to bottom out inside of her, nudging that spot deep within that my fingers could never reach. A slight shift in the angle of my hips has me pressing directly over it, and her mouth opens with a breathless cry.

“Ah, there we are. Another small adjustment and—” I bring her knees up and toward her a little more, feeling her clench hard around me. “Yes. That’s the spot. How does that feel?”

Olivia lifts her head to look at me, dazed and delirious with pleasure. “Oh my God.”

Her words barely make a sound as I give her a few punctuated thrusts against it. Small ones meant to open her up a little bit more to my poking and prodding.

Now that I’ve found that sweet spot, I let one hand roam free over her thighs and hips and ass. So much curve to fit in my hand, I’m spellbound by it. I elongate my thrusts, providing force behind the movement.

It creates a corresponding base note from the back of Olivia’s throat. I grin down at her, lips pouting, a small whimpering that makes me wish I could take the hours to tease pleasure out of her body the way I want to.

In the meantime, I’ll enjoy the time I have.

I slide my hand between us, pressing on her clit until I feel the reaction shudder through her.

“That’s my girl. Are we getting close?”

“Mmm.” A soft whine. She’s trying so hard to stay quiet. To not have us get caught. The locked door gives us a modicum of safety, but you never can be sure how a stray noise might attract pressed ears to the door.

We have a bad tendency for gossip around the center. And Olivia has had her fair share already. Not that it deters me.

I don’t care for gossip or gossipers.

What I care about is how her core strangles my cock as I wring pleasure out of her. I make it a punctuated point to push her past the edge of her ecstasy because the feel of her coming over me is pure bliss.

I bury myself inside of her, keeping her full as she flutters and writhes, hands gripping the edge of the table I have her pressed into.

“Ah, yes. There we go.” I spread soothing strokes down her legs, pushing her knees together over my shoulder as she recovers. A soft kiss on her calf hides half of my grin. “Are youready for what’s next? Do you remember my promise to you last time?”

Olivia peers at me from under her lashes and gives me a small nod.

“Good. Stay here. Like this.” I push her knees toward her and have her wrap her arms around them to keep her drenched pussy and pulsing ass exposed before going to a drawer for some lube.

A little dribble along her hole has it contracting, a small gasp from the cold escapes her. I spread the moisture with the head of my cock, prodding her gently until I work myself past that tight ring of muscle and glide inside her ass.

I groan at how tight she is, how her entire body seems to be pulsing with need, pulling me in with the same fervor I feel.

My thrusts start small, shallow until she loosens up just a little, then my swings are long and hard, pumping into her as she grows wetter.

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