Chapter 16
Tasting her, I know I will be sad tomorrow.
Our push and pull, our rhythm—it’s all too fun.
More fun than I was expecting. More fun than I’ve had in a while.
Pressing my tongue into her, I want her to scream, to fall limp after her release.
I don’t even care about the blowjob at this point or punishing her bratty mouth.
I want her to keep letting go and give herself to me fully.
Tinsel presses her hips back, trying to grind her pussy deeper into my face. Impatient. She’s not used to this. She’s wanting to come as fast as possible when it’s better the longer it’s dragged out. I squeeze her hips, holding them in place as I pull back.
“You’re going to come when I want you to come,” I say firmly. “Understand?”
“Yes, Krampus,” she sasses, and I swiftly swat her ass.
“Try that again.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she sasses.
I shouldn’t reward the sass, but I love that word.
I dive back in, snaking my hand across her hip to rub her clit while my tongue explores.
I groan, savoring her. My cock twitches as I think about all the fun ahead.
We’re just getting started. She whines. Fuck, that’s a noise.
That’s incredible. I keep my tongue exactly where it is, and she whines again.
“Oh my God,” she pants.
I pull back the slightest amount. “Come for me.”
She giggles before a loud, ragged exhale erupts from her. Her body starts to squirm, and I hold her in position, one arm wrapped around her hip, the other squeezing tight. She cries out, and I lightly flick, feeling her aftershocks, satisfied to take her there again.