6. Sam #4
My hands ran up her spine and back down, gripping her ass before rubbing it. My big, tanned body behind her light creamy one. Her pretty face flushed, lips parted, eyes hooded with desire. She looked like a fallen angel about to be ruined.
“No, Daddy.”
“Tell me what it looks like.”
“Right, so right,” she moaned.
“Good girl. You keep watching, baby.” I settled behind her, pressed my face between her ass, and started to lick her pussy.
She cried out, and I smiled.
I licked. Nibbled. Sucked.
Her wetness coated my face, and fuck me, I would happily drown in her girl honey.
Her feminine scent was clean and sweet with a tang that made me gluttonous for her.
I didn’t think I could ever get enough. Not in this lifetime and not in the next.
Avery Reynolds made me ravenous. Her taste engrained itself inside of me.
Her scent filled my lungs. She was fucking delicious, and I was a starving man gorging himself on his last meal.
Her thighs quaked, and I dipped my fingers deeper. Carefully adding a second, then a third. She stretched beautifully, and I couldn’t wait to fill her with every inch I got.
“Daddy,” she started to cry out, and I felt it.
Her orgasm started to come to life, crash into her, and she bucked into my face.
I took that tinge of pain as I licked and fingered her.
I didn’t move my fingers from her pussy until the spasms lightened to a flutter, and that’s when I dipped my tongue inside her little whole to fuck her with it.
“Fuck!” Her back arched, and I didn’t let up.
“Daddy, Daddy! Fuck! Yes, shit!” She buried her head in the pillows, cries muffled, yet I let each sound feed my soul.
There was something about being with Avery, watching her come apart, that made me feel like a king.
It made me feel like I’d just won a triathlon. Invincible and fucking powerful.
My balls were drawn up tight and fucking hurt like a bitch, aching to come, but I didn’t stop.
My attention, my sole focus was set on her.
Avery might have come, but I needed more.
Another. I wanted her wrung out, for her to be without a doubt of who owned every damn ounce of her pleasure.
For her to become as addicted to me as I was to her.
I wanted her so far gone that when we finished, she wouldn’t be able to raise her head off the bed once we were done.
“I can’t, I can’t,” she cried, but my free arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her in place.
“You can,” I growled, pulling away. “Flip around, princess.” Slowly, she did as I asked, and I didn’t take my eyes off her as I moved between her legs, picking them up and tossing them over my shoulders to get a better hold of her.
“Fuck, Daddy!” she cried as I kept eating. Licking between her folds gently over her sensitive nub.
“So puffy. Pink. Sweet,” I mumbled filthily as I watched her like a lion stalking a gazelle. My tongue dragged from asshole to clit and then back down.
Gently.
Softly.
And I didn’t stop.
I licked slowly. Going back and forth. Her feet curled against my shoulders. The heels of her feet dug into the muscles.
“Sam. Oh, wow, I just… that’s so good. Fingers, please.”
“You want daddy’s fingers, pretty girl?”
“Yes!” She nodded against the pillow beneath her head, squirming against my face. I slipped two inside in one long thrust and let her screams of pleasure soak into my skin.
I worked her up with my mouth and fingers, my free arm still banded round her waist, keeping her in place as she writhed.
Wetness gushed from her sweet hole, and when I teased her ass, the gush streamed strongly and she tasted delicious.
Avery cried out loud as her back arched off the mattress, wetness coating her thighs.
“Good girl,” I mumbled praises against her clit, “My princess squirted.” I smiled, pressing a kiss to her thighs. The inside of each then the tops.
My fingers still touched her, but the pressure was light, barely there. I leaned forward and kissed her pubic bone, then her belly. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her as she caught her breath, her eyes heavy with sleep and exhaustion.
“You did so well, baby. You tasted so damn good on my tongue.”
“Mmm,” she sighed happily, her eyes barley open as I lay in bed next to her. Tucking her into my side, I breathed her in. I loved the way her thigh curled over my leg. Her silky wetness felt like I’d earned a damn gold star. I kissed her forehead, and she looked up at me.
“What about you?”
“I told you this was about you.” I winked. “Sleep, princess.”
“But—“
“Shh,” I hushed. “My priority was you. I’m okay. I promise.” The beast inside of me wanted to tear my tongue out of my mouth for saying that, knowing that if I asked, she’d rally and get me off, but that wasn’t what this was about.
Avery was my forever.
The girl I’d one day marry and hopefully start a family with.
I had the rest of my life to get off. Tonight was about her, even if my cock protested, hardly going down enough to let me sleep.