Prologue #3
She moved then, shrugging off the shirt until it fell to the ground, and my eyes fell to her now mostly naked body.
“Did I say you could do that?”
“No.” Her jaw tightened. “Excuse me for getting a bit too excited.”
Excited.
“Do you want me to use you?”
She nodded jerkily.
“On your knees.”
The thump as they hit the carpet was almost immediate. Her eagerness had my entire body roaring to life. She was looking at me with a devotion I’d never seen before.
I lifted my heeled foot to place it on her shoulder, the slit of my dress falling apart to give her a look at my completely bare leg.
She stayed still, though I saw the way her hands twitched.
“You can speak.”
“Permission to touch?”
The urge to tell her no shot through me, but I decided to give a little.
“Don’t get carried away.”
She let out a long sigh as her hands came to grab my leg, even going as far as to push her face against it. She melted into me like this was the greatest gift she’d ever received.
“I don’t want to be used by you.”
Panic ran through me. I went to pull my leg back, but then her warm lips met my skin, and her hand started massaging my calf.
“I want to worship you.”
My breathing came heavier. The feeling of her large hands on me had me close to melting into her.
But as good as if felt, I couldn’t stop the glaring elephant in the room from weighing on my chest.
“You’re a bit young for me, are you not?”
“I don’t think you’ll be saying that when you come on my tongue tonight.”
Her challenge had my brain freezing. My nipples pricked under my dress. Every place that she was touching became extra sensitive.
I maneuvered my leg so my heel was on her chest. A silent warning for her not to act out.
“Plus…” She started to undo the strap on my heel. “I've always had a thing for MILFs.”
My gasp rang through the room, but she paid it no mind and started undoing my other shoe.
“So what do you say… Mommy?” The flash of amusement in her eyes had me tensing. “Where would you like my mouth first?”
But the wetness spilling from me at her words was no joke at all.
“Take my panties off,” I ordered.
Deftly, she ran her hands up my thighs until she could hook her fingers in my underwear and slowly pull it down.
She wasn’t even the slightest bit impatient.
Even as I moved my skirt and spread my legs for her, all she did was stare at my now exposed cunt with something that could only be described as hunger.
“If you give me three with your mouth—” I ran my hands down my chest, plucking my nipple before running it down my body to play with my clit as she watched. “I’ll reward you with one request.”
She licked her lips as I began to circle my clit.
“Please let me take care of you,” she said, her voice hoarse.
“Please…?”
Her eyes finally met mine.
“Please, Mommy. Give me the honor of tasting you.”
I reached forward and ran my hand through her hair, and she leaned into it like a dog looking for affection.
“If there is anything you don’t like, tell me now.”
“I read your file before coming in here to know the best way to serve you, Mommy.” The only sign of her impatience was the quickness of her tone. “We are a perfect match. Do anything you’d like to me. There’s nothing I’d want you to change to accommodate me.”
I had never felt the swell of power I did in that moment.
“Then get to work,” I said, pulling her to my weeping cunt. “And remember to look me in the eyes as you fuck me.”
As soon as her tongue met my wet folds, I was gone. I held onto her hair for some type of control, but I was so quickly thrown into pleasure that I almost lost all sense of where I was.
“Such a perfect mouth,” I praised as she ran her tongue over my folds before paying special attention to my clit.
She was perfectly poised on her knees. Her hands were on my thighs, steadying herself as she ate my cunt like she was starved, keeping eye contact until it became hard for me to. A burst of white-hot pleasure burst through me when her tongue entered me.
A tongue piercing.
“Good girl,” I cooed as her lips circled around my clit and she began sucking. The only sign of how much she liked my praise came from the way her hands tightened around my hips and the ferocity with which she fucked me with her tongue. “You’re going to make me come so fast, aren’t you?”
I was looking at her through hooded eyes, trying to force myself to remain connected, but as the first wisps of my orgasm flooded through my belly, I couldn't handle it anymore.
It had been so long since someone pulled one from me that I found myself arching my back, my head thrown back until all I could see was the ceiling through my wide gaze.
I wasn't embarrassed by the sounds I made when I came. If anything, I made myself louder. I praised her. I told her how good it felt for her tongue to make me come. Because this was for her. With so little effort, she had made me come so hard that she deserved to hear all of it.
But she wasn't done. The three orgasms would come faster than I anticipated, but our night was far from over.