His head pulls back and he breathes in deep. “Aaaah,” he exhales as his head convulses from side to side, which allows him to catch sight of my panties.
He grabs them, staring at them and then holds them up to the candlelight. “You creamed these like they were a fucking birthday cake.”
“Well, if it’s my birthday where’s my present?” I fire back.
“I’ve got your present right here,” he says, fisting his cock. “But first there’s another gift I’ve got lined up.”
His head dives down and he runs his tongue in a straight line up my folds, opening me up like a flower, my musky scent cloaking the entire bedroom.
His tongue laps at my opening and I feel his nose moving every which direction before it settles on my clit, applying direct pressure and I damn near lose it.
His hand slides under my hamstring and he lifts, draping one thigh over his shoulder as he digs his head deeper between my legs, licking at my seeping gash as I plaster my soaking warmth against his mouth.
“Daddy,” I cry out his name and I feel him smile into my opening causing me to shudder violently against his lips.
The noises escaping me aren’t human and thank God he lives in a mansion with an estate because if he had neighbors they’d be wondering who was getting devoured on the other side of the fence.
My hips buck and jerk, and my hands shoot out in a desperate plea to clasp onto something, anything, as my fingers claw at the sheets in a last ditch effort to not lose my last ounce of control.
But it’s too late. A warmth washes through me like a tidal wave and I flow like a river into his face, my hole clamping shut afterward, looking for a cock to milk that isn’t there.
I’m overwhelmed and pissed all at the same time. Overwhelmed at the most intense orgasm of my life yet pissed I haven’t had his cock buried to the hilt inside any of my orifices…yet.
“All done, angel. You pleased Daddy, you dirty little girl. You got daddy all hot and bothered and hungry for that little pussy. So hungry he had to eat it until it his princess came so he could have his own kind of tea party, by tipping back her hips and drinking down her juices all in one gulp.” And he’s not lying, a bit of the sticky evidence still coating his lips. He must see me checking it out because his tongue comes out and swipes across his lips, removing the evidence of the crime in one swoop.
“This pussy has always been mine, you understand me?”
I nod.
“It’s always belonged to me and that’s just a reminder that it’s not yours anymore. That pussy gave itself to me, just like you will…very, very soon.”
“I’m ready to give myself to you, Daddy? What do I have to do?” I beg, my eyes drifting down his wall of muscle to his throbbing rod.
“You ready to be my princess in all ways?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You need Daddy’s dick buried inside your pretty little princess pussy?”
“Uh huh,” I whimper.
“So this tight little pussy,” he begins, leaning back on his shins and trailing a finger through my folds. “Has always been waiting on me?”
“Yes, Daddy. I kept it ready just for you.”
“Me and me alone.”
I nod vigorously.
“No one else ever had a peek.”
My head moves from side to side at the speed of light, my hair flopping in my face back and forth.
“No one else ever touched you there?”
“No, Daddy, only you.”
“And no one ever entered you there?” he asks, bringing his finger back up and then tracing it down along my folds with his finger curled, so his knuckle comes oh so close to entering me.