Page 53 of That Pretty Pucking Mouth

I was so fucking pleased with myself that I set up those cameras in her room, that I could see that beautiful sight.

And now she’s right in front of my eyes.

“Don’t lie, baby,” I whisper, watching as she bites her lip again, trying hard not to moan. “You did.” Pausing, I slip my hand under her panties and stroke her clit again. “I should punish you for playing with what’s mine.”

I can see the slight indignation starting to form in her eyes but before she can form any kind of protest, I thrust my fingers into her.

Fuck, she’s so tight.

She tries to pull away, to stop me, but I draw her closer, essentially drawing her onto my lap, pulling her flush against me, trapping her.

She’s all fucking mine.

Her struggle dies down as I tease her walls, her protests fading into whimpers, her thighs shaking against mine as pleasure overtakes her.

She’s so wet, so tight…I almost blow my load imagining her pussy around my cock. It must be heaven.

I can’t fucking wait.

But for now…

I curl my fingers, thrusting up into her at the same time. She rewards me by moaning my name, a desperate sound that strikes something in me, something primal, something unhinged… I want to hear it again.

“Say my name again, Dove. Say it,” I demand, my thumb circling her clit, pressing down until I feel her thighs stiffen and her pussy clenching around my fingers.

“Thatcher-Thatcher!” she lets out in a breathless whisper.

Fuck! I’m a goner.

“You’re such a good girl, baby. So. Fucking. Good.” The praise pours from my lips. “Such a filthy fucking good girl for me. I should reward my filthy good girl, shouldn’t I?”

I pick up the pace, her hips rolling with my tempo. She’s riding my fingers. Hell…fucking…yeah…

“You wanna come, Dove? You wanna come on my fingers?” I nibble on her collarbone, reveling in her sounds, her scent…

This is heaven.

She whimpers, and I know she’s so close, so damn close to that edge… so damn close to me.

I slow my finger fucking and whisper, “Lay down.”

She almost looks terrified. I start moving my fingers again to remind her how good I can make her feel.

And then I force her on her back. There’s barely any fucking space in here, but I keep my hand on her stomach as I hike her skirt up to her waist and I pull her thong to the side.

“What are you doing?” she breathes heavily, but the sound of nervousness is clear.

“I want a taste, Dove.”

She shakes her head, but I don’t fucking care.

I plunge my face between her legs just as she closes her thighs. My tongue reaches her, and she lets out a loud moan.

I lick her sweet fucking cunt with my tongue and hold her ass in place as she tries to squirm away.

“Oh, my fucking god!” she calls out as I work my tongue in circles against her.

Her hands pull at my hair as she tries to get away, but she tastes so fucking good. I love that she can’t handle this fucking pleasure. She has no idea I’m on the brink of coming. This is sexy as fuck.

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