“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Dean rotates the headrest down, adjusting himself underneath me as I peek between my legs, and through my eyelashes I catch the grin plastered across his face.
Then he unties the second knot and the fabric falls onto his stomach. The sight of my drenched center prompts his nostrils to flare and his teeth to bite down his luscious lip.
“Sit on my face, bunny.”
I slide backward, line my legs around his face, and drop on his mouth.
A big chunk of oxygen enters my lungs.
His tongue tickles my vertical lips. Then he uses the tip of his tongue to stimulate my clit. The electrical wire it creates sends shock waves throughout my system.
“Ahh,” I moan.
He teases me with small movements. Not even trying anything drastic and I’m ready to explode like dynamite.
His hands fondle my butt cheeks, kneading into my skin and holding them with a vice grip.
Then, he starts swiping up my slit, back down, and up to suck my clit hard. He uses the method several times, and little tremors bring me to the brink of an upcoming orgasm.
I tremble like a delicate flower but he holds me firmly between his hands, sucking my clit with great intent.
I gasp, trying to collect air while I’m spreading moans like water.
He kisses my clit piercing and flicks it with his tongue all over the place. It’s so fucking amazing. The friction of the metal against my clit tingles and elicits a divine sensation.
Abruptly he stops, sinking his teeth into my butt cheek and I whimper again. Every scrape is exceptional—my rose-tinted flesh begs for more.
I buck down, wanting to feel him everywhere.
He lifts my hips a bit, heaving rapidly, “Bunny you taste so sweet, now, bend a little.”
Curving my spine, a brutal gasp echoes out of me when he dives right back to annihilate my pussy and rail it with his mouth. Altering between clit suction, licking my arousal, and plunging his tongue to my entrance.
He is a master suction as well, vacuuming my soul out of my pussy.
My face levels the bulge tenting his boardshorts, begging to be let out.
Saliva gathers in my mouth, and I wet my lips.
I stabilize my trembling form on one hand—expertly—I untangle the laces. With no hesitation, he lifts his hips to help me push it down enough to do what I need to do.
I earn a breathy groan around my pussy as his erect cock springs free.
He doesn’t stop nor do I.
I just want to do this for him, relieve the tension he carries like a loaded gun.
My need to satisfy him overrides everything else.
Pearly beads of pre-cum spill from his bulbous cockhead. I smear it down his veiny length, stroke him a few times, and lick his salty tip. In return, I’m rewarded with the vibrations of his groans around me again.
Gradually, I take his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his ridge.
A guttural groan rumbles from his chest, “Mmm.”