Page 54 of Forgotten Sacrifice
“Please, Daddy, let me come.” I pant. “I’ll be a good girl.”
Vince growls, flinging the knife across the room; it lodges in the wall with a reverberatingthunk, and he holds my lips open with his fingers like a V, staring at my pussy like it’s a fucking gourmet meal. “Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs, moving his head closer.
“Wait, I don’t think I’m into?—”
He silences me by diving his head between my legs.
Oral.
“Oh my God!” I cry, holding onto his head as he swipes my clit with the flat of his tongue, over and over; alternating between soft and hard. Slow and fast.
He surprises me by sucking my throbbing clit into his mouth. “Shit!” I grit my teeth as he sucks hard.
Releasing my clit, he devours me with his tongue, like he can’t get enough. I’m a panting, sweaty mess as he adds a finger, and I nearly jerk off the bed.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He growls against my clit, moving his finger back and forth, stretching me. “Be a good girl and come for Daddy. I’m ready to be inside you.”
He goes back to eating my pussy, and I run my nails through his soft hair, moaning with pleasure as my thighs fall open wider. His tongue moves directly to my clit, the onslaught causing me to fly off the bed if not for him pinning me down by my hips. “Oh, right there,” I moan, running a hand over my face.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough.
It’s heaven and hell, all wrapped up into one.
My body feels out of my control as I writhe and twitch, moaning incoherent nonsense. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through my entire body, and my toes curl as I scream, “Oh my God, Vince!” My back arches. My body shakes. My vision sparks as I come.
Vince hums his approval as he laps my pussy, my body feeling like a live-wire as the biggest smile spreads over my face. I understand now what all the hype’s about.
He presses a soft kiss to my clit before crawling up my body. Holding himself over me with his hands caging my face, he asks in a low timbre, “Have you ever tasted yourself?”
I crinkle my nose. “No.”
Bracing himself with one hand, he runs his fingers over his glistening lips, holding them to my mouth. “Open.”
I hesitate.
“Be a good girl and open,” he orders, and I find myself obeying.
He feeds me his fingers coated in my pussy juice. “Suck,” he commands, and again, I find myself complying. “See how nice that is? Musky. A little salty. A little sweet.” He begins to thrust his fingers back and forth inside my mouth, and I make a gagging sound when he hits the back of my throat. “Piccola, have you ever had a dick between these lips?”
I nod my head, and his nostrils flare as he pulls out his fingers. “Daddy should’ve tightened your leash.”
“I’m still not a fucking dog, and you’re only ‘Daddy’ right now between these sheets,” I warn him.
“That’s right.” Vince grabs my throat and squeezes gently, my pulse jackhammering out of control. “I am Daddy between these sheets, and you’re going to lay back and take my dick like a good fucking girl.”
I moan, my pussy clenches violently at his words, but my eyes go wide at the sight of him pulling down his boxers, revealing his massive dick. “Oh shit! You can’t fit that thing inside me.”
Vince flashes a grin as he pulls them all the way off, tossing them on the floor. “Watch me.” He settles back overme, holding the base of his dick with his hand, nudging me gently with it. “Luna, I need you to relax. It might sting a little at first, but I promise to make you feel good.”
“Do we need a condom? You’ve been with other women,” I point out the obvious.
He shakes his head. “I always wrap up.”
“Why?” I ask, curious.
“We really gonna talk about me fucking other women right now?” He grits, knocking at my entrance with the head of his dick.
