I’ve already tasted her sweetness and it’s brought out something feral in me, something forbidden.
As I get the last of the wrapper removed I bring the edge of the candy bar to her opening, realizing the Snickers is nearly as wide or as thick as two of my fingers, which I really had to struggle to get inside of her.
I carefully insert the bar and watch as her pussy clenches, pulling it up farther inside her body. “You’re going to make my tongue dive really deep, aren’t you?”
“I…I don’t know what’s happening.”
“What’s happening is Daddy is going to taste his Little Treat, but this time…directly.”
My face dives forward and I bite off all the Snickers bar that’s not inside her, spitting it to the side on the imported carpet from Morocco. My mouth hurries right back to where it was, this time I engulf her pussy and suck, trying to will that candy bar out, but it’s not coming.
I flick her nub with the tip of my tongue before sending it inside her, swirling it around trying to loosen the chocolate nutty dessert.
“Your lips feel so good,” she moans, her hands finding my hair and her fingernails digging into my skull. I smile into her opening and she tightens her ass cheeks, moving her slit vertically, painting my face with her sticky goodness.
“Focus on pushing that damn thing out of you, so I can get my tongue in deeper,” I command, but she’s too inexperienced to make it happen despite all the grunting and flexing in the world.
I move my tongue around the outside of the candy bar, tasting the chocolate mixed with her muskiness and my cock pulsates against my trousers, beating like a drum.
As I get more and more of the candy bar into my mouth I stop, inserting a finger and prying the rest out and tossing it to the side. My mouth finds her opening again, taking her bead in my mouth and twisting it around carefully, sucking on it, making it even more engorged and needy.
“I need to come again, Daddy.”
“Don’t tell me. Ask me, baby,” I mumble into her middle.
“Can I…Can I…”
“Don’t you dare come without my permission,” I scold, knowing she’s damn close.
“Can I come, Daddy,” she whimpers.
“Where, Little Treat. Where do you want to climax?”
I want to hear her say it. Need to hear it.
“All over your face, Daddy. Can I come all over your face?”
“Fuck my face, ba
by girl. Come. Come all over me and fill my mouth with your juices.”
And that’s exactly what she does, her body jerking as she unleashes, my tongue rolled out and up inside her like a red carpet as her juices slide right down my throat.
And I don’t spill a drop.
Her body continues flopping like a fish until finally she stills. I bury my nose inside her and breathe in deep. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever smelled in my life. If only I could I’d bottle it up and rub a drop of it underneath my nose every hour for the rest of my life. Her scent gives me energy. Hell, I’d probably accomplish more in half an hour with her musky cologne than I would in a week without it. And I’m already very efficient and prolific.
“That was amazing,” she says from her back, her chest still moving up and down.
“You say it in the past tense.”
“We’re done, aren’t we?”
“I say when we’re done, little one.”
“Henry, I’m not sure I can take more right now.”
“You’ll take more all right, when we’re both ready.”