“Lean back. Spread your legs for me,” he groans as though the words hurt.
He lifts his hands from my cheeks, nodding for me to do as I’m told as he crosses his arms over his chest.
I hesitate, not because I’m scared, but because I’m mesmerized by him. The heat in my face drifts down and consumes my body in invisible flames.
“Do as you’re told,” he grunts, lifting an eyebrow. “Remember what your sassy mouth earned you yesterday.”
I settle back on my locked arms with a pout, not sure if I’d like to test him right now or not. I’m moving too slowly because Magnus reaches down to grip one ankle, impatience in his eyes.
He places one of my feet on the edge of the bed, then the other.
“Now, you better spread those knees, Angel. Daddy doesn’t like to wait. If you’re scared or nervous, you can always tell me, but you cannot disobey. Now let me see what you’ve got for me. Show me who you belong to now.”
He grips his chin with one hand, squeezing tight as I part my knees. My mouth falls open and my quick, shallow breaths dry my lips.
“Jesus,” he moans, with a shake of his head.
“Are you upset with me?” I plead, confused by the expression on his face. It looks like disappointment. My knees immediately snap back together.
“Fuck no, babygirl.” His enormous hands come down to rest on my knees, opening me up again. I’m soaking wet, and I wonder if he thinks that’s bad. “Daddy’s so damn proud of you.” He traces his fingertips down my inner thigh and I flinch when they graze over the wet fabric that covers my crotch. My body is weeping and quivering as he begins to slowly rake his giant fingers to and fro. “I want you wet for me all the time. It makes Daddy so happy. My tongue is going inside you very soon, sweet girl; I’m going to show you how special Daddy’s kisses can be. I’m going to swallow every drop of your delicious cum, princess. I want you all over my face.”
My head falls back on my neck as he continues stroking me through the fabric, his breathing coming deeper as he caresses me.
“That feels so good,” I mumble, my body tightening, ready for the building explosion.
“Daddy’s going to make you a big girl today. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Um hum.” I nod, eyes still closed, his words nearly pushing me over the edge into the waiting bliss.
“Good girl.” His words crash over me. I love those words. I want to hear him say them over and over.
His fingers stop moving and my eyes snap open only to see him stepping back.
“I’m going to eat you now, baby. First I’m going to suck your juice from your panties, then I want you to pull them to the side wh
en I say so, and I’m going to taste your sweet cunt.”
“Okay, Daddy.” My belly does ten kinds of flips when he lowers his face, my skin tingling as his tongue traces downward from my knee. The tickle of his coarse beard making me shiver.
I don’t recognize the sounds leaving my lips as his hands reach under my ass cheeks and raise my hips off the bed, right into his open mouth.
Daddy groans so loud it scares me. His teeth bite at me through the thin fabric of my white panties, and I feel my body send out another gush of wetness which he begins to suck right through the drenched crotch.
“So good.” He grunts as he licks and draws the fabric between his bared teeth. There is a primal look in his eyes. Something has turned inside him and I’m excited and scared at the same time. “Pull your panties away. Give it to me.”
I’m shaking, my body tight and trembling, the tension in my tummy ready to release. My breath comes faster as I reach down and tug the strip of fabric sideways. Daddy’s face centers in my drenched folds, his tongue darting out and into my opening in one thrust taking my breath from my lungs. My toes curl and the muscles in my back pull me tight.
“Oh my God,” I sing as the sensations drown me.
He shakes his head back and forth, pressing his nose and mouth into my body, making sounds like an animal fighting for its life. I’m sure he’s half bear and half mountain lion. Then he freezes, his tongue deep inside me, and my body presses forward, desperate for him to give me what I’m aching for.
“Please...” I plead as his eyes come up to meet mine, his brow tight, the texture of his beard sending me nearly into the bliss I’m dying for.
I feel him breathing deep through his nose. He’s drawing in my scent, his tongue still thick in my opening.
“What are you doing? Daddy, please, I need to cum.”
He withdraws for a moment, rasping his beard through my soaking folds, and my hips jerks upward. I want more. “I’m memorizing you, sweet girl. This is all mine now, you understand that, don’t you? You may carry it around for me, but it’s not yours anymore. And I need to know every part of you in every way. Taste, smell, texture, color. You’re giving that all to me, aren’t you, princess? Willingly.”