Page 57 of Badges
“Let daddy have his dessert.” He meets my gaze as he lowers his mouth.
Tasting mefor the first time.
“Oh shit.” I lose any sense of ownership of myself. Raw electricity races a burning current through every nerve ending.
I’m on fire from the center, out.
Waves of heat radiate through my limbs as his tongue circles my clit, stroking and licking me higher and higher on a pillar of flames.
My hips buck against his face, but his firm palm holds my waist.
“Sweeter than any ice cream.” He nips the inside of my thigh, then burrows into my pussy with renewed appetite.
A tremor starts in the depths of my belly, coiling tighter with every jolting suction of his mouth. It’s so much more intense than anything I could ever hope to achieve alone.
Stars pop behind my eyes as my fists cling first to his hair, his hand, the blanket. Anything I can grab to try and keep myself from crawling to the ceiling.
When he pushes one of his thick fingers into me and curls, hitting that spot so deep inside, the riptide catapults me into the shivering depths of an orgasm that consumes every muscle. Seizing my lungs into an uncontrollable moan, my back arches like a bridge to the skies before I collapse to the mattress.
My god.
When his tongue flattens against me again, it almost hurts.
“Please,” I pant. “Let me catch my breath.” A smile is plastered to my face as I throw my elbow over my eyes.
But he doesn’t stop. Instead he pushes a second digit deep inside, making me gasp with the fullness.
“No rest for the wicked,” he grunts, churning his hand. “You deserve this.” His dark eyes sparkle as his nose buries against my pussy.
He’s torturing me with his masterful tongue.
And I’m relishing every second of it.
He spreads me wider and raises his head, a russet curl falling over his forehead. “Look at you, so fucking wet for me. It should be a crime what you do to me.”
My heels dig into his shoulders. “Then lock me down. Throw away the key.” Gyrating my hips, I rub my slick seam against his glistening chin.
With a growl, he raises onto his knees, his jutting cock pointing towards the sky. Roughly grabbing my thigh, he flips me onto my belly and lifts my pelvis.
Another stinging bite of his palm hits my leg, but it doesn’t hurt. Instead it makes my inner muscles quiver.
Reaching around, he finds my engorged clit, driving me backwards against his stiff length.
Then another smack propels me onto his hand, making me cry out as he drives me closer to another peak.
“That’s it. You’re going to get this begging pussy punished.” The heat of his fingers balms in between the burn of each strike.
It should be wrong how much I like this, but I can feel myself dripping down my thighs.
“More,” I beg, clenching the comforter in my teeth. “Harder, daddy,” I whimper.
His fingers knot into my hair, raising me onto my knees to press my back against his broad chest.
The scorching sweep of his touch works down my breasts as his hot mouth lands on my exposed throat.
“Every time you call me that—” His whiskers move over my sweaty skin, then he nuzzles the tender skin below my ear. “—itmakes me want you more. Like the spoiled little tease needing to be bent over and fucked.”
My body writhes against his, and I’m finally able to grasp the hard base of his thick shaft.
