Chapter 30 Vince #2
“Oh, angel… you’re getting off on the words, aren’t you?”
My tongue circled her slowly, deliberately, keeping her right on the edge.
“You’re blushing. You’re shaking. You’re wet all over my face,” I murmured. “And you’re doing it because I told you how much I love being your first.”
Her thighs tightened around my head.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Hold me there. Fuck, I love when you’re needy.”
I sucked her clit into my mouth, soft, controlled, and she cried out. I pulled back slightly, her pussy was swollen.
“You know what I can’t decide?” I whispered. “What ruins me more.
You coming from my mouth…” My tongue dragged across her slowly. “—or you coming from my voice.”
Her whole body seized.
“Daddy—”
“That’s it. Say it again.”
“Daddy—please—”
I growled, letting the sound vibrate against her. I listened to her breathing, watched the arch of her hips as she chased the finish. Timing, conditioning, mastering her climaxes would be my life mission until my voice saying come for me baby was all she needed.
“Come on my tongue baby,” I ordered roughly. “Give me your first.”
And she did, shattering, sobbing my name, gripping my hair like she thought she might drown. I held her thighs open, licking her through all of it, drinking every tremor like I’d been starving.
When she finally collapsed back against the pillows, I kissed the inside of her knee and dragged my mouth up her trembling leg.
I crawled up her body again, gently I took her mouth, and kissed her. Slow. Letting her taste herself on my tongue.
“And Daddy’s nowhere near done with you.”
Her breaths came in these tiny, broken little gasps that made my cock throb against the mattress.
I brushed my thumb over her cheek.
She leaned into it like she didn’t even know she was doing it.
“Angel…you didn’t think I was done with you after one, did you?”
Her eyes fluttered. A shiver ran through her.
Good.
She should shiver for me.
“That first one,” I whispered, lowering my mouth to her ear, “was for you.” My hand slid down her stomach again, slow, making her whole body tense. “This next one?”
I smiled.
“This one is for me.”
Her fingers curled in the sheets, like her body understood before her mind did.
I kissed along her throat. “I want to watch you come again… but this time I want it the way I like.”
She swallowed hard.
“I—f-for you?”
My breath hitched.
“Yes, baby,” I dragged two fingers over her pussy. “For me. Be a good sub and give Daddy what he wants.”
Her hips twitched up and I immediately pressed my other hand to her lower belly, holding her still.
“No moving,” I said softly. “Not unless I tell you.”
She whimpered, and her legs fell open wider without me even asking.
Perfect girl. I slid my fingers lower again, brushing her clit just lightly, barely enough pressure to satisfy anything, just enough to make her gasp.
Her back arched.
I stopped.
“Uh-uh,” I murmured. “You don’t get it that easy. This orgasm isn’t something you fall into. This one…” I stroked her again, slower, crueler. “…you give me.”
Her breath hitched, shaky. “Daddy—please—”
“Shh. Let me enjoy you.” I lowered my mouth again.
I kissed the inside of her thigh, then the other. Slow. Possessive. Leaving her wet and wanting and completely at my mercy.
“My perfect little sub. Such a good girl, letting me edge you.”
I flattened my tongue against her clit, firm, slow, sinful. But before she could come, I pulled back.
She sobbed.
Oh, she sobbed for it.
And my cock twitched so hard it hurt.
“That’s it,” I stroking her hip. “Cry a little. Be good for Daddy. I want you desperate.”
“I am. I’m desperate—please—”
“You want to come for me.”
“Yes—”
“You want to be Daddy’s good girl.”
“Yes—please—”
“Then hold still and take what I give you.”
I slid two fingers inside her, deep, possessing. while my tongue finally came back down on her clit.
The combination broke her.
She choked on a moan, body straining, trying to move. My hand on her belly pushed her gently but firmly down.
“Be still,” I ordered, mouth still on her. “Good subs stay still when Daddy’s tasting them.”
Her whole body shook with the effort to obey.
“That’s it… fuck, that’s it,” I groaned, sucking harder. “You’re doing so good for me.”
Her breathing turned frantic. “Daddy—I can’t—please—”
“Yes, you can.” I fucked her with my fingers harder, curling them just right. “You hold it until I say.”
Her cry hit the ceiling.
“Please—I’m gonna—”
“Now,” I growled against her. “Come for me. Give me the one that’s mine.”
She shattered, shaking and sobbing, clenching around my fingers while my tongue kept her right on the knife-edge between pleasure and ruin.
I held her through it, praising into her skin.
“Good girl… good sub… fuck, angel, that’s it… you’re perfect for me.”
When she finally went limp, I kissed the inside of her knee and looked up at her slowly.
“That,” I whispered, voice thick with awe and fucking hunger, “is how Daddy takes his.”
She was limp under me. Ruined in the sweetest way a man can ruin someone he worships. I dragged my fingers up her inner leg, slow enough that she shivered before I even touched her properly.
“Look at you,” I murmured, voice thick with pride and hunger. “My beautiful little sub.”
I nudged my hips between her thighs. She let them fall open instantly, like her body belonged to this position—to me—without even thinking.
“Look how good you’ve been for daddy.” I whispered against her mouth.
Her breath hitched.
“Vince… I—I’m sensitive—”
“I know,” I murmured, kissing her once. “That’s why it’s going to feel so good.” I dragged the head of my cock through wet pussy, just enough to make her gasp.
She reached for my shoulders.
I caught her wrists gently and pinned them above her head.
“Let me,” I said. “Don’t hold on to anything. Just feel.”
The moment I pressed inside her, just the tip, her whole body arched, a broken sound leaving her throat.
“It’s too much—” she breathed, voice cracking.
“It’s perfect,” I corrected softly, leaning down to kiss her jaw. “You’re perfect. And you’re doing so fucking well for me.”
I pushed deeper.
She cried out, high, needy, and I had to close my eyes for a second just to keep control. She was tight from her orgasms, tight from how wrecked she was, tight because she was giving me everything all over again.
“That’s it,” I groaned through clenched teeth. “Take me… take all of me… fuck, you feel like you were built for my cock.”
She whimpered, legs trembling around my hips.
“You’re okay,” I whispered into her neck. “You’re safe. You’re mine. Let me in, baby.”
I slid the rest of the way, slowly, deliberately, until I was fully inside her.
She shook head to toe.
“Oh god—Daddy—”
My breath stuttered.
“Say that again.”
Her fingers curled uselessly against the sheets as I held her wrists in one hand, my other sliding down her throat to rest lightly, holding her in place.
“Daddy,” she whispered.
“Good girl.”
I pulled out halfway and pushed back in slowly, letting her feel every inch, every drag, every sweet stretch that had her eyes rolling back.
Her voice broke on a sob. “It’s too— it’s so much—”
“That’s because you’re being so good,” I murmured, kissing her collarbone. “Oversensitive little angel… taking Daddy’s cock even when your body’s shaking.”
I fucked her like that, slow, controlled, deep, each thrust dragging another soft cry from her throat.
Her legs wrapped around my hips on instinct.
I smiled, dark and tender. “Look at you,” I praised, kissing her knee as it lifted. “Clinging to me. Holding me inside you. Mm. Letting daddy have you.”
Her breath stuttered.
“I can’t— I can’t think—”
“You don’t have to think,” I whispered, pressing deeper. “Just feel. Just be mine.”
Her back arched beautifully.
“That’s it… let me fuck you when you’re soft and shaking… let Daddy use that sweet little pussy the way you like.”
She whimpered so pretty it broke something in me.
“Good girl,” I breathed against her mouth. “My little sub… so pliant for me… so obedient… letting me take you while you’re still so sensitive…”
Her nails finally caught my skin when she lost whatever strength she had left, arms wrapping around me.
I let go of her wrists and pulled her into my chest, cradling her while I kept thrusting slow and deep into her.
“Yes,” I murmured, kissing her hair. “Hold on to me. Let Daddy fuck you through it. You’re doing so fucking well.”
Her whole body trembled as I drove deeper.
Her voice broke. “Daddy—please—”
I kissed her cheek, her jaw, her throat. “What do you need, angel? You want another one?”
Her breath caught.
A tiny, helpless nod.
“You need to make a mess all over daddy’s dick?” I smiled, gently kissing her throat. “Then I’ll get you there… slow… deep… mine.”
I knew she was close.
“Shh…” I murmured, cupping her jaw, kissing her swollen mouth. “You’re alright, angel. You’re just feeling everything. That’s what happens when it’s your third.”
She gasped at the word, third because her mind hadn’t even caught up to what her body was doing.
I pulled her closer, holding her chest against mine, fucking her deeper, slower, giving her no choice but to feel every inch of me.
“You’re doing so fucking well,” I whispered into her ear. “You’re being such a good girl for Daddy.” I kissed her temple. “Oh baby… look at you. You’re overwhelmed, aren’t you?”
She nodded helplessly, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.
God, it broke me. I wiped them with my thumb, gentle, even as I kept thrusting into her.
“Don’t hide from it,” I whispered. “Don’t hide from me. Let it happen.”
Her thighs tightened around my hips without her even noticing. Her body was begging while her mind was drowning in sensation.
She couldn’t speak. “That’s it, my good girl. You’ve never had it like this before, have you?”
She shook her head violently, overwhelmed, breath catching. Her nails dug into my shoulders. Her thighs trembled. I held her face in my hand, made her look at me.