Page 72 of Laila Manning
“Zeke.” She moaned and tentatively rocked forward on my thick thigh. “Mmh.” She licked her lips and did it again, closing her eyes and rocking further forward and back, finding the right pressure and rhythm. “God, I’m so horny.” She dropped her head forward and slid her hands over my tense stomach, using it for leverage as she rolledher hips in a circular motion at the front and back of every rock. “You make me so needy.”
“Even at your most needy, you don’t come close to feeling how deprived I am of you.” I growled, moving her hips with my hands as she lost her rhythm to her need. “How fucking desperate I am to consume you.”
“Yes.” She panted, “I want to touch you.”
“I’m right here.” I replied, drifting my fingers around to her back and making quick work of her dress, unzipping it and revealing her bare breasts to my hungry eyes. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
She palmed my erection through the fabric of my pants and squeezed, before dragging her nails up the length of it and making my eyes cross as I leaned forward to flick my tongue over one perfect nipple.
“Daddy.” She moaned, gripping me as she rocked faster and slid her hand around the back of my head, pulling me against her chest. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Use me.” I growled, nibbling on her nipple, and sliding my thumb between her pussy and my thigh as extra stimulation against her clit. “Come all over me.”
“God, I’m going to. I can’t stop it. I’m coming.” She panted before her entire body convulsed as if she was electrocuted and wracked by waves of pleasure as she came.
“Good girl, Dove.” I praised, pinching her nipple between my fingers and watching her as she kept rocking back and forth on my thumb and thigh, squeezing my aching cock. Her lips were parted, and her face was flushed as she gasped for breath. “My perfect Dove.”
“Fuck.” She gasped, collapsing forward and resting her head on my shoulder as she trembled from the aftershocks. “Thank you.” Herwarm breath tickled the hair on my neck as I lazily ran my fingers up and down her spine as she came down from her high.
“You took what you wanted.” I reminded her. “You provided for yourself.”
She chuckled and leaned back to look at me through hazy eyes. “What a marvelous tool you allowed yourself to be for the cause, too.”
“I didn’t say I was perfect.” Her shriek of surprise pierced the air as I lifted her into my arms and stood. “I didn’t say I was entirely selfless, either.” Ominously, I sat her down on the conference table while standing between her parted thighs. “I didn’t say I would not take what I wanted in return.”
Her eyes widened in uncertainty, and I smirked at her confusion as I slid my hands up her smooth thighs to the band of her red lace panties still peeking out at me through the fabric of her dress. I gripped the band and slowly tugged them down, sliding them down those perfect thighs as I stared deep into her eyes.
“It’s my turn to get what I need.” I growled, slowly sinking to my knees in front of her as I pulled her panties off and laid them on the table next to her. “It’s my turn to taste you.” Her plump lip found its way back between her white teeth as she bit it. “It’s my turn to feel you come directly on my tongue. Just like in your dreams.”
“Zeke.” She moaned.
“Daddy.” I corrected, pushing her thighs wide and exposing her perfectly pink pussy as I blew a teasing breath on it. “When your legs are wrapped around my ears and my beard is tickling your thighs, you will call me Daddy.”
“Fuck.” She moaned as I ran the tip of my finger up through her wetness before spreading her lips open to reveal her clit. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I praised and flicked my tongue over her clit before sucking it into my mouth as she gasped and rocked forward onto my face. “That’s my good girl.”
She looked breathtaking with her dress draped around her waist loosely, with her marvelous tits exposed and her legs spread for me, with the flush of an orgasm already on her skin before I even touched her pussy directly. She was a goddess. I was unworthy.
But fuck if I was going to stop from taking what I needed desperately from her.
Her hands went to the back of my head, and she let out a guttural moan as she arched her back, riding my face like the sexual goddess she was. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”
“You taste like heaven.” I hummed against her body, watching her as I slid two fingers into her tight body. It was the first time I felt her from the inside, and my cock leaked, just imagining how good she was going to feel wrapped around me for real. “You feel like heaven.” I curled my fingers forward, and she gasped, widening her legs. “I need to taste your orgasm, Dove.”
“Yes.” She panted, opening her eyes again and staring down at me with her lips parted. “I’m so close again.”
“Come for me.” I demanded, sucking her clit into my mouth and rocking her forward and back with my hand. “Give it to me.”
“Zeke,” She screamed, tipping her head back and orgasming just like I told her to. “Holy fuck.” She gasped, collapsing back onto the table as she panted and came down again.
I chuckled, licking up the evidence of her orgasm and twirling my tongue around her clit, making her twitch for good measure, before standing back up. She pried one eye open and smirked lazily at me before she sat back up, readjusting her dress to cover her chest. “Interms of not being fucked when I demanded to be,” She shrugged, “I’m still going to mark that one down as a win.”
I tipped my head back and chuckled at her dry humor and then kissed her lips, leisurely tasting her and relaxing her. “Are you ready to get out of here?”
“Mmh,” She hummed, sagging into me. “I don’t think I can even walk.”
I zipped her dress back up for her and then slid my jacket over her shoulders to protect her flushed skin from the cool evening air. “Walk to the car, and I’ll keep your legs in the air the rest of the night.”
