“Christ, look at you. Still cherry, but your pussy knows how to come for me, doesn’t she, baby?”
“Y-yes, Cillian. I don’t know why. But it feels sooo good.” she screams that last part before I feel a fucking waterfall hit my hand. I can’t deny myself any further. My mouth closes around her cunt, and I swallow every drop of her release, tongue fucking her tiny hole and stroking my beast while he comes on the floor. “Cillian.” She whimpers my name, and slumps over onto my chest as I stand up and show her what the monster going inside of her will look like. “What about you?” Licking her lips, she reaches out to touch it, and I step back, cursing. “Not now, baby. I need to feed you breakfast. Once I indulge in this baby cave, I won’t be coming up for air.”
With her hand in mine and her body wobbly from her release, I take her naked self downstairs, knowing Ms. Madigan is off. “I hope you like eggs, toast, and orange juice?” She giggles, guessing it is all I know to make, and she would be right. I would give anything to hear that sound as I tickle her and make her ride my cock. She sits at the breakfast bar and watches as I attempt to make her breakfast and says nothing. Her eyes follow my every move, and it changes my stride. Her eyes on me gives me a new gait…makes my chest puff out… gives me pause because in such a short time, having her undivided attention is like catnip. “Breakfast is served.” I bow and place the plates on the table. Hand over her mouth, she giggles and sits down.
“Why, thank you, Sir.” The twitching in my pants alerts me to how much I want nothing more than to hear her call me something else. I place a glass of chocolate milk in front of her. Her eyes light up, and her leg begins to bounce with excitement. “Chocolate milk is my favorite.” She brings the glass to her mouth, and I am subjected to the worst fucking torture. Her eyes close, a moan that should be reserved for when my cock is breeding her, slips from her mouth, and I am officially in heaven and hell simultaneously. Before her tongue can clean the milk from her lips, I suck them into my mouth and grip her hair, pulling her further into me. Chocolate is not strong enough to mask the sweetness that is all her. Picking her up, I straddle her naked body on my lap and preen when her sweet innocent sounds fall from her mouth. She rocks against my pant-covered cock, trying to finish what we started upstairs, but that is what I want. For her to be out of her fucking mind like me. I brush against her nipples with my fingers, giving her just enough friction but not too much.
The avalanche of feelings and desperation collides. My mouth moves from her lips to her breasts, biting and licking, my hands gripping her hips, keeping her still so I can control the pace. Her pink, rosy nipples point at me, daring me to taste them, and like the gladiator she has turned me into, I oblige. “Jesus. I can’t wait for these to spill over with the sweet cream you are going to feed my sons and daughters. But you know what, little one, you are going to feed me too.” She calls my name, my mouth exerting control over her. I suck at them, laving them in my spit, twisting each one, and continuing to worship the other.
“Oh, God. Cillian, please.” Her words stop me. I am dying to sink my cock inside this flower and spread her petals, but we need to get some more things out of the way. Kissing each nipple once more, I kiss her lips and sit her back in the chair. “What..”
“It’s okay, baby. Soon. I just have a few more questions. First, who has been taking care of you, little one?” Her eyes widen, and it makes my blood burn. Is she going to tell me there is another man in her life? He is probably out tearing the streets up, trying to find his lost treasure. Too bad for him she has fallen into my lap, and before he makes it to my door, I will have claimed the cherry he has neglected to make his own. “Daffodil?” She swallows the toast she just shoved in her mouth to stop herself from answering, and it should piss me off but watching her throat bob distracts me. Has she ever sucked him off? Did she swallow his seed down her throat like a good little girl?
“Uhm… it was my dad,” she whispers and then puts another piece of food in her mouth. Smart girl. I will discover his secrets no matter how long I have to leave her here. “I can’t eat anything else.” She says before draining her glass of milk. Such a sweet little flower. I wipe her mouth with the napkin and kiss the side. “So what now?”