Page 10 of Dad's Cop Buddy

“Well, okay, if you want me to.”

“Yes, I want you to.”

I close and lock up the SUV and walk back to her house. She’s waiting inside the screen door when I step onto the porch. She’s wearing a short, sheer white nightgown and a pair of slippers. Looking at her makes blood rush down south, loins tightening and heat licking through my veins. I wonder if she’s doing it on purpose or if she’s too innocent to know the effect that her body has on me.

“Come in. I was making tea but I have coffee if you want some.”

“Sure, coffee would be good. Thanks.” I go inside and sit down on the sofa. With her back turned to me, I see the outline of the pink thong hiding under her nighty, and my dick throbs a bit harder. It strains against my zipper, and I have to move in my seat in discomfort.

She comes back with a cup of coffee in one hand and a cup of tea in the other.

“I couldn’t sleep. I was going to put on a movie. Do you want to watch a movie with me?”

“Sure, anything you want.”

She turns on the streaming channel and starts some fairly recent spy flick filled with brooding male twenty-something actors putting on their best James Bond impressions. It’s not my cup of tea but it’s more tolerable than a teeny-bopper movie or a romantic comedy.

Kendal is seated beside me, and I put my arm around her. She nestles in against my body as though she was always meant to be there. I’ve almost completely zoned out on the plot of the flick, but she seems to be enjoying it and that’s all that matters. My mind drifts and I glance at the windows. She’s closed all the curtains and blinds as I told her. That’s good.

I feel a sudden shift in her energy and her body goes stiff. I’m about to ask what’s wrong but the answer is right in front of my face. A sex scene is playing out in the movie and she’s uncomfortable. The woman, some counterintelligence agent or other, is seated on a desk, naked, with one of our spies’ heads between her legs. The camera zooms in on her face and tits as she bucks and moans in response to the tongue lashing between her thighs.

“Is this scene making you uncomfortable?” I ask her.

“I didn’t know that the sex would be so graphic in this. I’m sorry. I would have put on something else.”

“Why? This doesn’t bother me. Why does it bother you?”

“It’s a little embarrassing.”

“Because what? Are you remembering the last time you had your pussy eaten just right?”

Her face turns so red I’m afraid she might hyperventilate.

“Whoa, I didn’t mean to upset you. It was just a joke,” I tell her. “Don’t be upset. You can turn it off if you want.”

She takes a deep breath and says, “No, we can watch. It’s almost over.”

The woman on the screen cries out as the man goes to town on her, and Kendal squirms a little in her seat. I place my hand on her thigh and she nearly jumps out of her skin.

“Tell me the truth, baby girl. Did that turn you on?”

Flustered, she looks at me and says, “Maybe a little.”

“Have you ever had your pussy licked like that?”

“No,” she shakes her head.

I slip my hand under her nightgown and between her legs, feeling her flesh tremble at my touch. Fuck. I push her down on the couch and remove her panties. Her breath is labored and her chest rises and falls at a rapid speed. Blood roars in my ears and all I wanna do is devour her.

“Are you alright?” I ask her.

She nods her head and smiles, so I tell her, “Good because I’m gonna lick your sweet pussy until you come.”

I part her thighs and drop my head between them. She tastes like honey, and I take a long, slow taste before parting her lips and making tiny circles around her clit with my tongue. She gasps then moans and timidly places her hand in my hair. I take it slowly at first. I want to make her come but not before I’ve had my fill of her. Her tiny nerve endings must be on overdrive because she starts to fight against me as I suckle her little button. I force her thighs down on the sofa and pin them in place.

Her back arches, and she digs her fingers into my scalp. She doesn’t understand the sweet, sorrowful yearning in the pit of her stomach. The excruciating need for release is consuming her, so I slide a finger inside her and forcefully smack my tongue against her clit repetitively. She cries out so loudly that I fear the windows might shatter and gives herself over to her orgasm.

Her shaking subsides and her body goes limp, so I sit up and pull her on top of me. I bring my lips to hers and tell her, “Kiss me so you can taste how delicious you taste.” She hesitates at first before allowing my tongue to slip inside her mouth.

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