Page 247 of Papa's Bébé
“Yes, can I please touch?” she begged.
“Open your mouth. You can have one taste, but then it’s time for dinner.”
“What if I want your cock for dinner?” she asked.
He grinned at her. “Much as I like that idea, that’s not happening.”
Bummer.
But she opened her mouth and took him as deep as she could.
Delicious.
“I can see you like that. You like having my dick in your mouth, don’t you, Bébé?”
She hummed.
All too soon, he was drawing his dick from her mouth and leaving her wanting.
Then he sat in front of the plate of food and lifted her onto his lap. He slowly drew her down onto his dick as she faced away from him.
“Matthieu,” she moaned.
“Do you like this? Sitting on my dick while you eat your dinner?”
She wasn’t sure. She wiggled around and he slapped the side of her ass.
“Nope, you stay where you are,” he ordered. “You have to sit nice and still and eat what I feed you.”
Darn it.
She didn’t feel like eating.
“We’re going to sit here until you eat as much as I want you to.”
That wasn’t cool.
But as he fed her, she ate without a word, trying to stay still. Every time she moved, he smacked the side of her ass.
It was so mean.
He was so mean.
By the time she had finished, she felt like she was on fire. Her clit was throbbing, wanting his touch.
“How are you doing, Spitfire?” he asked.
“I didn’t think I would ever need to come again after what you did to me in the bedroom,” she told him. “But now I really need to come again.”
“Poor Maya,” he commiserated before he grasped hold of her hips and drew her up off his dick.
She let out a whimper of protest.
“Put your hands on the table,” he ordered. “Legs spread wide.” He drew her dress up over her bottom so she was exposed.
Maya expected him to take her then and there. But all he did was clear the table.
The bastard.
