32. Only Thirteen More to Go
ONLY THIRTEEN MORE TO GO
SEAN
I hummed, licking her pretty pussy. She tasted sweet. I could see myself getting addicted to her.
Her small moans made my cock throb, my fingers keeping her slicked lips nice and spread for better access. I loved how she had bratted because she wanted to get fucked.
Maybe I was being too gentle with her and she needed it.
Needed my mouth on her puffy clit until she begged me to stop.
“I can’t hear your moans, Princess,” I said, rubbing her soaked sex, which clenched with my light touch. She was so fucking responsive. It was addictive. “If I don’t hear you, I’ll have to repeat?—”
“ Please! ” she begged, her back arching and bound wrist resting on her chest.
Smirking, I dove in. I gently licked her sensitive clit until she creamed. I slid two fingers inside her tight walls. I groaned, feeling her clench, and rubbed the spongy sensitive spot inside her.
She was close. I had been teasing her for a while, so the slightest touch made her shudder with pleasure. I rubbed a soothing palm over her trembling thighs before sucking her clit. She bucked underneath me, her moans turning into short little gasps.
Her fingers curled over my thick hair, tugging me to keep the same pace, her hips shaking.
And two seconds later, I felt it. Her walls spasmed around my fingers.
Her sweet nectar hitting my mouth. Her head rolled back, plum lips parting.
I kept a firm hand on her stomach when she orgasmed, her moans filling up the air.
I hummed in pleasure, relishing in her taste and taking my time to lick her clean.
“Good girl,” I crooned, gliding my hands over her thighs. Her stomach was taut as she fought to breathe through her nose. “You did so well, Princess.”
She mumbled something incoherent, her lust-filled doe eyes cracking open. But they widened quickly. “W-what are you doing?” Her voice turned high-pitched, making me chuckle against her bare sex.
“Only thirteen more to go, Princess,” I said with an innocent grin, kissing her swollen clit.
“Nooo, please— aah! ” She moaned when I started eating her out again.
It was going to be a long night for my naughty brat.
After her fourth orgasm, she was begging to stop. I kissed my way up her sensitive body, my hands exploring the soft lines of her waist, licking her and biting her skin. How the fuck is she so soft everywhere? I wanted to plant a hickey on every crook of her skin.
I kissed her breasts, spending more time to play with them until the rosy peaks grew to pebble hardness. Her hands were still bound, and as much as I wanted to fuck her when she was tied up, I didn’t want to bruise her. At least, not her dainty wrists.
I gently removed the belt and kissed the reddened marks on the inside of her wrists.
“P-please no more, Daddy,” she said, not even opening her eyes when I hovered above her. Even in the dim light of the nightstand lamp, her freckles seemed prominent, splattered over the bridge of her nose. Her blonde lashes looked so delicate and soft, just like her.
I cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Look at me, sweet girl,” I whispered, counting her lashes.
Chelsea fluttered her eyes open and glared at me with a small pout on her lips. Her cheeks and nose were flushed pink, her eyes glazed.
“You can say the safe word, but you didn’t,” I said, kissing her nose and pulling back. I licked my lips, raking my eyes over her spread body.
Just seeing her made my cock ache and balls tight with need.
Every inch of her was perfect. Soft tits with hardened nipples, slender neck flushed red, golden hair fanned on the pillow with supple thighs and long legs waiting to be kissed.
There was a small puddle of her orgasm on the pillow beneath her hips, but her pussy looked fucking perfect.
Wet folds parted open just slightly with a swollen rosy bud demanding to be touched with wetness pooling out of her sex.
“You can say it and you know I’ll stop,” I reminded her, trying to remain in control. “But you secretly want it, don’t you, dirty girl?”
Her pupils dilated, her blue eyes looking obsidian, making me smirk.
“Can I take a photo of my pretty cunt on your phone, Princess?” I asked, rubbing the heel of my palm on my crotch.
I wanted to fuck her, but not before I had a picture of her sensitive sex to remind her what happens to naughty brats.
Her arms stretched over the nightstand and she grabbed her mobile, handing it to me. “Why my phone?” She frowned.
I leaned down and took a portrait photo of her, humming at the perfect shot. The lighting reflected how fucking drenched she was.
“It’s your body, Princess. It’s up to you for you to keep or delete the photo. What if I turned out to be a creep and shared your pictures with everyone, hm?”
Her eyes widened. “You’d never.”
I smiled, kissing her knee. She was so trusting. “I would never, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. It’s safe on your phone, don’t you think?” I showed her the photo I took, watching her cheeks redden. “She’s very pretty, isn’t she, Princess?”
“ Pervert ,” she mumbled, covering her face and making me chuckle at how easily embarrassed she would get.
“Adorable,” I grinned.
I kept her phone down and stood up from the bed to grab lube and condoms from the nightstand drawer. Chelsea was watching me with curious eyes, her lips pursed.
“W-why lube?” She asked, breathless.
I removed my boxers and looked at her soaked pussy and my throbbing cock. “When was the last time you had sex, Princess?”
She frowned. “I don’t remember.” Her eyes glanced at my dick, her throat bobbing as she swallowed. “What about you?”
I thought about it and shrugged. “It has been a long time.”
“Really?” she asked, raising her brows and leaned up. Her hair fell around her shoulders, my eyes averting to her perky tits, making me twitch. I could see a few hickies forming on them already.
“Why is that so hard to believe, Princess?” I asked.
“I mean… we met at a strip club, so I assumed…” she averted her eyes.
Leaning down, I cupped her jaw and kissed her. Biting her lip, I pulled back and said, “I prefer making pretty, obedient Princess like you cum before getting my dick wet.” I kissed the corner of her lips and said, “Besides, I was engaged and we weren’t intimate for a long time.”
“Now roll this condom up for me,” I ordered, tearing the foil packet before pulling her closer.
Chelsea licked her lips, her eyes flashing with a hint of hesitation as she took the condom. She peered at me and said, “We can do it raw, Daddy.”
Her words went straight to my cock, and I stopped breathing. “We both are clean,” she added, her voice turning into a sultry whisper. “I’m on pills.”
We had shown each other our tests, but I didn’t want to be a jerk and demand raw sex the first time we have sex.
“Are you sure about it, sweet girl?” I asked, cupping her cheek and rubbing my thumb over her soft skin. “I’ll cum in seconds if I was dry humping you. I don’t mind going raw but?—”
She threw away the condom and leaned back. “Please, Daddy. Fill me up.”
Fuck me. How the hell did I get so lucky?
I stared at her, blinking back the haze of horniness. Lube . Get lube.
Grabbing the bottle of lube, I poured a dollop on my cock, pumping myself and sighing at the friction.
“Why are you using lube?” she asked, neediness lacing her tone. She was whining for me to hurry up.
I was already leaking with enough pre-cum that I didn’t need lube. But . “I don’t want to hurt my pretty pussy, good girl,” I replied, biting my lip. “If she gets sore tomorrow morning, I’d be sad.”
“Why sad?”
“Because I want to fuck you in the morning, Princess,” I said, hovering over her lithe frame. “I want to fuck you every time I see you.”