I continue devouring her, licking and sucking her pussy lips and taking her clit in my mouth and twisting it like it’s a Maraschino cherry, only to release it and draw figure eight’s around it with my tongue. Blowing on it, flicking it, I give her center everything it can take.
Her moans are so damn loud they trigger my car alarm. But no way in hell do I stop.
My fingertips dig deeper into her ass as I hold her in place so I can continue eating her out until I get what I really want. Her come.
Time for a different angle.
Grabbing her legs I pry them from my skull and once there’s enough space, I flip her in one motion so she’s on her back.
“On your elbows. I want you to see this, baby doll."
She pushes her upper body forward as I lock eyes with her and go right back to eating her out, this time from the front.
“Don’t you dare take your eyes off me,” I order just before I slide my tongue inside her tight opening.
“I won’t. I wouldn’t. I can’t,” she whimpers.
I pull my tongue back but keep us connected at her cunt. “Legs. Wider,” I mumble into her flesh, but apparently my vocal vibrations are heard because she does exactly as she’s told. “Good girl,” I compliment.
Fuck, she’s so open all I can think about is how badly I want to ram my cock inside, a recurring theme in my mind that I’ll never be able to shake, even after I’ve claimed her a million times over.
But there are more things we need to discuss before that first moment. Plus now is not the right time or place to take her innocence.
Patience is a virtue and although I may have absolutely none at this point, I’m going to learn to wait, just like I’m teaching her…other things.
Layla’s hips start rocking back and forth and I reach down, working my zipper free despite the pressure against it from my cock. It takes a full ten or twelve seconds, keeping my eyes on her while going slow enough that the cotton fabric of my boxer briefs doesn’t get caught.
Once the damn zipper is open I flip the fly and jerk both my trousers and boxer briefs down, my cock springing free and like a heat seeking missile the fucker points straight up to the bottom of the table…directly in line with her hole that I need to claim more than I’ve needed anything in life. Ever.
With one hand I stroke my cock. With the other I spread her folds open, flicking her clit and licking her up and down like a painter’s paintbrush in long vertical strokes, keeping my tongue wide and flat.
“I…I think I’m about to explode, Daddy. What is it?”
“It’s a fucking explosion all right.”
“My tummy is so tight, but it won’t come out.”
“Come, angel. Come for Daddy. Come on his face,” I bark into her snatch.
Her body shakes and quakes and then flops like she’s been invaded by a poltergeist just before her pussy unleashes a monsoon into my mouth, my tongue rolled out like a red carpet as I accept every last drop of her gift.
Quickly, I stand on weak legs just as my hips buck and I shoot my own load clear across the room, my seed plastering itself to the wall a good ten feet away three times, before an aftershock throws a hot rope onto her leg, and then another creamy climax hits her other leg.
Reaching down she smears it into her skin.
I reach forward and take her tiny wrist in my hand, and bringing it to her lips where I place it on the bottom one, leaving it there for her to decide.
Without hesitation her head moves forward, her eyes locked on mine, as she sucks my juices off her fingers. Her eyes roll back in her head just before her lids shut.
And I collapse forward, right on top of her in a spent pile of bricks.
The table shakes but doesn’t break. Our hearts hammer in rhythm until seconds become minutes.
“What just happened Daddy?” she says in a schoolgirl’s voice.
“You just became mine.”
“I’m yours now?”