Chapter 20 #2
I crawled up his body, straddling his hips, and his hand immediately caught my chin. His thumb pressed against my lower lip, pulling my mouth open, and I understood what he wanted. I let my jaw fall slack, my tongue sliding out obediently.
He inspected my mouth, his eyes tracking over my tongue and the inside, making sure I'd swallowed everything he'd given me. Then his eyes met mine, and that lazy smirk was back.
"Such a good girl," he praised, his thumb stroking across my tongue. “You swallowed every drop daddy gave you. So perfect."
He pulled me down into a kiss, deep and claiming, tasting himself on my tongue without hesitation. His hands moved to my hips, holding me against him, and I could feel he was already starting to harden again beneath me.
But I was distracted. My mouth felt empty now, and I wanted—I needed—to have him back. The weight of him on my tongue, the taste, the way he'd groaned when I'd sucked just right. It was way more addictive than I expected.
I pulled back from the kiss and started moving down his body again, my mouth already watering at the thought of taking him back in.
"Marie,” His voice was surprised, breathless. "Darling, I just—you don't have to do that.”
But I was already there, licking up the length of him, taking the sensitive head back into my mouth and sucking gently. He was softer now, but already responding to my attention, and I loved the way I could feel him hardening on my tongue.
“I’m in trouble.” The sentence came out ragged, and his hand found my hair again, stroking. "You really like this, don't you? Having daddy in your mouth."
I hummed agreement around him, too focused on licking and sucking to pull off and answer properly. I just wanted the weight and taste of him. It kept my mind blissfully quiet and focused.
He took a harsh breath, clearly trying to let me continue despite his sensitivity, and I heard him mutter something that sounded like, "I've created a monster. A beautiful, hungry little monster. This is what I get for kissing you every time you needed grounding."
I didn't care about his commentary. I just kept suckling the head, licking along the underside, learning every ridge and vein with dedicated focus.
This was his fault from all those times he'd put his thumb in my mouth or kissed me to keep me present.
I was perfectly content to stay here all morning.
His hand stroked through my braids, and after several minutes of letting me explore, he finally tugged away. "Stop, darling. As much as I'm enjoying this, daddy has other plans."
I pulled off reluctantly, looking up at him with obvious disappointment. He laughed, warm and indulgent.
"Don't pout," he mused. “I promise you’ll enjoy this just as much. Now, I need you up here."
He didn't wait for me to comply. His hands moved to my hips, and he lifted me roughly, spinning me around until my hips were over his face and I was facing down his body. The sudden manhandling made me gasp in surprise, my hands flying to his thighs for balance.
His hands moved to the waistband of my sleep shorts and underwear, tugging them down and off in one motion, and suddenly I was bare from the waist down, positioned right over his face. Cool morning air washed over my most intimate parts, and I made another sound of surprise and embarrassment.
Immediately, his hands moved to my thighs, rubbing up and down in long, soothing caresses. "Easy, darling. You're alright. I’m just getting you where I want you."
"Wade,” My voice came out higher than normal. "I'm right over your face.”
"Exactly where I want you.” His breath was hot against my inner thigh. "Now, keep sucking daddy's cock like you were. He’s going to have his own feast."
Before I could process that, his hands gripped my hips and pulled me down onto his mouth.
I gasped at the first hot, wet slide of his tongue through my folds, my hips jerking. His hands held me firmly in place, keeping me where he wanted me while he licked and made obscene sounds of appreciation that vibrated through me.
"Daddy—" The word came out broken, needy. "That's—oh—"
"Suck," he commanded against my flesh, and I understood. He wanted me distracted, wanted my mouth occupied so I couldn't overthink this position or get self-conscious about being spread open over his face.
I leaned forward with shaking arms, taking him back into my mouth. I sucked and licked while he ate me out from below, his tongue probing everywhere, learning every sensitive spot while I trembled above him.
His hands slid up from my hips to my ass, gripping the cheeks firmly, and then he spread them wide. I felt the cool morning air wash over places that had never been exposed before, felt myself flush with embarrassment and arousal mixed together.
And then I felt his finger slide over my rear hole, light and exploratory, testing my reaction.
I gasped around his length, my whole body going rigid with surprise. No one had ever touched me there, not even at The Sanctuary. It was forbidden, reserved for special clients. But this felt better than I ever could have imagined.
“Come back, darling," he murmured against my folds, and I felt him chuckle, the vibration making me shiver. “I’m not going inside. Just exploring what's mine."
His finger circled the tight ring of muscle gently, not pressing in, just making me aware of the touch while his tongue returned to my clit with focused intensity. His hips lifted slightly beneath me, a clear encouragement to keep sucking, keep focusing on him.
I obeyed shakily, taking him back in my mouth, and I felt his groan of approval vibrate through my core. His finger kept circling, kept making me aware of that forbidden place while his tongue worked magic on my clit, and the combination was overwhelming in the best possible way.
I was going to come like this—with his cock in my mouth, his tongue on my clit, and his finger teasing places I'd never been touched. The position was filthy and everything I'd never known I wanted.
"That's my good girl," he praised between licks. “You’re taking everything daddy gives you so well. Come for me, darling. Let daddy taste it."
And I did—I trembled with his cock still in my mouth, my moan vibrating around him while my hips ground down against his face seeking more and more, everything he could give.
He worked me through it with his tongue and fingers and purrs of satisfaction. I'd never felt more claimed, more his, or more perfectly cherished in all the right ways.