Page 60 of Marked for Extinction
I sat back on the edge of the trench and crooked my finger in a come hither motion. She bit her bottom lip nervously, but did as I commanded and stepped between my open legs, my cock up against her belly button.
“You’re going to have to take a little step back for me, sweet. You’ve been a dirty girl and I plan to make sure you’re clean,” I told her.
Her pupils dilated as she took a small step back, my dick still touching her skin. Precum beaded on the top, drawing a glistening line down as if to warn her of what was to come.
When I brought the rag between her legs, she gasped and jolted. I grabbed her hip and pulled her toward me as I began massaging and washing her clit thoroughly.
“Do you like that? Do you like being a dirty girl for me?” I breathed.
“Y-yes.”
“What if I told you, you were bad for not asking me to do this for you first? You should have let me clean you, Inés. You should have let me take care of you.”
“I’m s-sor—”
My thumb began to circle her clit as I used the rag to wash the lower part of her. Her hands shot out to my shoulders to keep herself steady as she leaned into me, panting.
I licked up the droplet of water that teased between her breast, continuing my ministrations at the apex of her legs. When she moaned, I stopped, nipping at her hard nipple and leaning over to rinse the rag in the trench again.
She purposely brushed her breast against my naked chest, trying to entice me back sooner but I made her wait. She needed to understand that she wasn’t in control at this moment. I was. She wanted pleasure and only I had the power to give it to her, no one else.
Inés needed to understand that she belonged to me, mind, body and soul. The same way they tried to steal it from us, I was going to give it back. When the rag came back to her pussy, it glided much more smoothly. She was wet with her own arousal during her wait for my return.
I chuckled against her breast, rubbing my face along her soft skin and sucking it enough to leave a mark. It was a primal need, one that cropped up as she trembled against me.
“Inés…”
“Y-yes?”
“I need to wash my dick again. Would you be a good girl and do that for me?”
She nodded and tried to grab the rag but I moved it away from her reach, watching the way her chest rose and fell from her breathing.
“Uh-uh. I’m going to need you to get down on your knees and wash my dick with your mouth, sweet. Make sure it’s real clean…”
She slowly got to her knees one at a time and my cock jumped in excitement, the veins protruding from how much blood loss my brain was having.
Fuck, just look at her.
With her delicate little hands on my thighs, she leaned in. I threw the rag on the edge of the trench and laced my fingers into her hair, guiding her directly to my dick. When her hot mouth enveloped the head and licked my slit, my whole body twitched.
“Fuck. You’re killing me. Take me down your throat, sweet. Make me happy.”
She hummed as she took me deeper, sending another jolt through my body.
“Fuck yes. Just like that.”
I pulled her head back until her lips were at my very tip as if she was kissing it. When she pulled back a little more, precum was strung from her lips and my cock, making me want to roll my eyes back from the sight.
When she looked up at me beautifully for direction, I wanted to cum all over her face but I held back. This was the kind of torture I welcomed. Only with Inés.
“Be a good girl and grab my cock to make sure the underside is clean.”
She licked up the cum around her lips and I held her head in place, not letting her move.
“What’s wrong?”
“You didn’t answer me,” I told her.
