Chapter 11 #2
Daisy’s body jerked with the first sweep of his tongue through her moist petals.
Too sensitive, the sensation was overwhelming, bordering on painful.
King paid no heed to her faint whimpers and whines, the slick meat of his tongue tracing through her damp folds.
Gathering the nectar that still leaked from her tight girl hole.
“So sweet,” he groaned against her flesh. “My perfect little juicy peach.”
King’s tongue circled her clit in slow, deliberate passes. Each one sent shockwaves through her synapses. Hands flying to his hair, Daisy tangled her fingers in the dark strands of his hair. Uncertain if she was pulling him closer or trying to push him away.
Mouth relentless, he licked and sucked. Tongue delving deep into her velvet tunnel before returning to her love button. Obscene wet sounds filled the darkened room along with her whimpers. His hands gripped her thighs hard enough to bruise, holding her open no matter how Daisy squirmed.
“Please,” she said on a breathless whine. “I can’t—”
“You can,” he growled, the low sound vibrating through her dripping slit. “And you will.”
Mouth sealed around her clit, he sucked.
Hard. Daisy’s back bowed off the bed in an impossible arch.
A scream tore free from a throat gone tight from the overwhelming sensation.
Pleasure built in rushing waves, a wildfire surging through her body.
Her pussy clenched over air, begging to be filled with his thick meat.
Tongue flicking over the swollen nub, he varied the pressure and pattern. Refusing to give her a breath of space to adjust to the overwhelming sensation. King devoured her, obsessive with his attention.
“Daddy,” Daisy sobbed, and there were tears trickling over her lashes. It was too intense. Too much for her to bear.
“That's right, kitten. Who makes you feel this good?”
Tongue plunging into her creamy girl hole, King fucked her with shallow thrusts. The sensation was maddening. Not enough to satisfy her need, but too much to ignore. Hips bucking against the wet heat of his mouth, Daisy chased the sweet friction of his slick muscle.
Easing back so that his lips brushed her slick folds, King rasped, “Greedy little thing. You want my tongue deeper?”
“Please, Daddy,” she whimpered.
He rewarded her with a deeper thrust, his tongue stroking along her inner walls. Nose pressed against her clit, the pressure sent sparks of sensation simmering through her veins. Daisy's thighs trembled, muscles quaking with the effort of staying spread.
The pleasure built in waves. Each pass of his tongue added another layer of sensation. Her pussy grew wetter, honey dripping from her flower to coat his chin. The obscene sounds of his mouth on her flesh filled her ears above the pounding of her heart.
“You taste so fucking good,” King growled. “Could eat this sweet peach for hours.”
Daisy whimpered at the very thought. She couldn’t survive hours of this bliss. She was already falling apart, her body no longer under her control. Every nerve ending was on fire, every muscle drawn tight.
Tongue returning to her clit, he attacked with renewed vigor. Caught the tender bud of nerves between his teeth, tongue flicking over it with abandon. He drove her higher and higher, the pressure stacking within her. She teetered at the precipice.
“Come on my tongue,” he grunted. “Let me taste it.”
There was no swelling wave of pleasure as her orgasm crested.
It was an explosion of incredible intensity stealing her breath.
Blinding her. Daisy twitched and jostled as her world shattered into a thousand glittering pieces that flayed her senses.
Raw and sobbing, she was only vaguely aware of his hands bruising her thighs as he kept her open to his assault.
It was different from the one before. Longer, somehow wetter. As if she had to pour more of herself into every crashing wave of ecstasy. It radiated from her clit in waves, a whiplash that bloomed through her body.
Scream hoarse and broken, Daisy ground against his face. Riding the wrenching contractions. Sweet cream dripped from her pussy, glazing his mouth and chin. King groaned against her, the vibration sending shocks of bliss through her quivering body.
Even as she came down from the impossible high, he kept stroking into her. Gentler now, slower, but still teasing at the frayed edges of her senses. Daisy sobbed, overwhelmed with it all.
“One more,” King murmured against her slick folds. “Give me one more, princess.”
“I can't,” she cried. “Please, I can't…”
“You can do it, baby girl,” he husked before swirling his slick muscle over her button.
He forced her up the step hill of her pleasure with slow licks through her slick petals. Gentle suction at her clit. His fingers joined his mouth, one thick digit sliding into her velvet tunnel. The stretch made her gasp, her sex clenching around him.
“So tight,” he praised. “Even after coming twice, this little pussy is still so tight.”
He added a second finger, stretching her wider. The fullness was perfect, hitting spots his tongue couldn't reach. King's mouth stayed on her clit, tongue flicking over the swollen bud in time with the thrust of his fingers.
The pressure built again. Slower this time but no less intense. Daisy's breath came in short gasps, her chest heaving. Every muscle in her body was drawn tight, trembling with the effort of holding on.
“Let go,” King commanded. “Stop fighting it.”
His fingers curled inside her, finding that devastating spot. His tongue pressed flat against her clit, the pressure constant and unyielding. The combination shattered her.
The third orgasm rolled through her in waves.
Longer. Deeper. Her pussy rippled around his fingers, contracting in sustained pulses.
Her eyes rolled back into her head. Honey gushed from her sex, coating his hand.
Daisy's vision whited out, her entire world narrowing to the sensation of King's mouth and fingers destroying her.
When she finally came down, she was crying. Tears tracked down her temples, her body shaking with aftershocks. King withdrew his fingers slowly, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
He crawled up her body, settling his weight on top of her. His boner pressed against her thigh through his pants. Hard. Demanding. The thick ridge of his throbbing member made her flower clench despite her exhaustion.
King's hand wrapped around her throat. A reminder of his control. His other hand worked at his belt, the clink of metal loud in the quiet room.
“You're going to take my cock now, baby girl,” he said, voice dark with promise. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”
Daisy whimpered, a fresh rush of nectar spilling from her slit. Preparing for King to take what was his.
King freed his rod from his pants. The thick length pressed against her entrance, the bulbous head already dripping with pre-cum. He thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
Slapping his palm over her gaping mouth, he muffled Daisy’s scream.
It hurt so good, having him inside of her velvety tunnel again.
The stretch was intense, her pussy struggling to accommodate his girthy rod.
But she was so wet, so thoroughly prepared by his mouth, that he slid in with ease.
The fullness was overwhelming, his velvety rod filling every inch of her honeypot.
“Fuck,” King groaned. “This tight little twat feels so good wrapped around my wang.”
He pulled back and thrust again. Hard. Deep. Setting a brutal rhythm that had Daisy's melons bouncing with each impact. His hand stayed over her mouth, muffling her cries. The other gripped her hip, holding her in place as he pounded into her.
“Take it,” he growled. “Take Daddy's cock like a good girl.”
The wet sounds of his pole driving into her snatch filled the room. Each thrust sent his mushroom shaped head grinding against that spot inside her that made her see stars. Daisy's hands clawed at his back, nails digging into thick, rippling muscle.
King's breathing grew harsher. His rhythm more erratic as his control began to fray. His cock swelled inside her, growing impossibly thicker. The increased stretch sent fresh sensation ricocheting through her pussy.
“Going to fill this sweet little peach,” he rasped. “Mark you from the inside.”
His hand left her mouth to grip both her hips. He pulled her onto his meat with each thrust, using her body for his pleasure. Daisy's cries were broken, desperate. The pressure in her belly was building again despite her exhaustion.
King's jaw clenched, his entire body going rigid. His cock jerked inside her fish taco, the first hot splash of his jizz painting her insides. He groaned, long and low, as he emptied his load deep in her pussy. The warmth spread through her, marking her, claiming her.
He stayed buried inside her as he came down, his weight pressing her into the mattress. His forehead rested against hers, breath hot on her face. His spunk leaked from her tender fuck hole, dripping down to coat her thighs.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Such a good girl, taking all of Daddy's cum.”
Before she could catch her breath, King was moving. He pulled out, his cock still half-hard and glistening with their combined fluids. He sat back on his heels, his hand wrapping around his shaft.
“Clean me up, kitten,” he rasped.
Daisy's eyes widened. She pushed herself up on trembling arms, her body protesting the movement. King's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her head down toward his lap.
“Open.”
Of course she obeyed. Lips parting, her tongue darted out to lick the tip of his dong. The taste was overwhelming—salt and musk and her own honey. King's hand tightened in her hair, pushing her down further.
“All of it,” he said. “Take it all.”