Page 17 of Halloween with a Daddy
“What’s wrong?” I ask softly, trying to be delicate with her now.
“I’ve never…” She swallows hard.
“I know.” I say in a reassuring tone. “But Daddy wants a taste of your sweet cherry and I don’t think you want me to stop.”
“No.” She sighs and relaxes against the desk. “Don’t stop.”
I slide my finger to her slit and rub her wetness, finally coming to a stop on her sensitive and swollen clit. She gasps and moans as I concentrate on it, overwhelming her with bliss. I rub until she’s close to an orgasm, then stop and push her panties to the floor. She kicks them away and I lift her left leg, resting her knee on the desk, before moving behind her. I kiss her back. I kiss the pink spots on her ass where she was spanked. She writhes against the desk. I slowly drop to my knees behind her and kiss my way up her inner thighs, finally tasting the sweet juice that has spread around her pussy.
She tastes amazing and my cock throbs in my pants. I want so much more than a taste, but this will have to do. If it leads to more, then it’ll be my reward, but right now is all about her.
“Daddy’s going to make you come.” I say as my tongue teases her pussy. “Hard.”
I get a soft moan in response, followed by a gasp when my tongue flicks against her clit. I take my time, moving in slow circles to build the anticipation before moving faster to get her closer. As soon as she’s on the brink of an orgasm, I pull back. I lick along her slit, penetrate her just enough to make her squirm, then return my attention to her clit after tasting some more of Bethany’s sweet nectar. I work her into a frenzy again before slowing down.
“Your pretty little pussy is begging to come, isn’t it?” I ask, squeezing her ass and penetrating her with my finger.
“Yes, Daddy!” Bethany’s breathing gets heavier.
“But you’ve been a naughty little girl, haven’t you?” I squeeze her ass. “And only good girls get to come.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She whimpers so softly it almost makes my heart melt, but all it does is make my cock throb even harder. “I want to be a good girl.”
I pull my hand away and bring it down hard on her ass, circling her clit as it lands.
SMACK!
“Oh god!” Her hips buck against the desk.
“You like it when Daddy spanks your ass, don’t you, little girl?” I lift my hand and give her another slap.
SMACK!
“Yes!” She says quickly, her hips moving faster.
I can’t take it anymore. My body is on fire and my cock is going to rip through this costume if I don’t adjust it. I drop a hand and tug at the fabric until it’s comfortable and even that light caress through my pants is enough to make me shudder. I return my attention to her, alternating between bringing her close to an orgasm and smacking her ass to jolt her away from it.
She’s dripping wet. Her legs are shaking. She can barely stop from squirming. Her ass has a gorgeous pink glow in the shape of my hand. I want her so fucking bad, but I’m having so much fun that the anticipation is almost better than the release I’m aching for.
“Please, Daddy.” She purrs and grinds against my tongue. “Please let me come.”
“Do you promise to be a good little girl if I do?” I exhale sharply, letting her feel my breath on her clit.
“Yes! I promise!” Her whole body shakes as she nods.
“Then I’ll let you come.” I press my tongue to her clit and start making rapid circles.
It doesn’t take much to bring her back to the brink, but rather than pulling away or spanking her ass, I keep going. I push her past the point of no return and savor the way her body moves towards bliss. It would be cruel to stop now, even if I wanted to. I feel the beginning pulses of her orgasm and rub her pussy with my finger, just so I can enjoy the spasms and dream of how they would feel on my cock.
“Fuck!” She exhales so hard that her whole body empties of oxygen and she gasps for her next breath. “I’m…”
She doesn’t get the next word out. All she manages is a scream. If there wasn’t a party going on downstairs, I’d worry she’d wake the dead that some people swear still roam these halls. But it’s just us. All alone in a library where screaming is perfectly fine tonight. I push her to the peak, hold her there, and then let the pleasure surge through her veins. She tries to speak, but the words still don’t come out. Just whimpers, moans, and gasps that make my cock throb.
As she comes down from her peak, I match it with the rotations of my tongue, each one gentler than the one before it. My reward is a satisfied sigh and a few trembles as the pleasure turns into an afterglow. I take a moment to catch my breath while gently caressing the inside of her thighs, then I push myself up and lean across the desk. I kiss the back of her neck and drag my lips to her ear.
“Good girl.” I whisper.
“That was amazing.” She nestles against my cheek.
