She sniffs. Ignores my apology and continues to swing, that damn skirt flying up over and over and over again, gnarling my loins and making me salivate. On one particularly broad arc, her soft, naked butt brushes my arousal, pushing it up to my belly, before flying away again.
My mouth opens on a silent groan. “Don’t tease me, pumpkin.”
Briefly, her thighs squeeze together on the swing, before parting again, and I know her pussy shrank when I called her by our secret nickname. It always does, whether I’ve got my fingers, my cock or my tongue inside of it. Yeah, she fucking strangles my dick when I say that word. “Don’t touch me,” she pouts over her shoulder. “I’m mad at you.”
My heart dips several inches. “I know you are.” On her next backward arc, I wrap an arm beneath her body and draw her to a stop, the curve of her ass tucking right into my lap so my cock can feel she’s undeniably wet. She’s enjoying this. Flashing me, taunting me, making me stiffer than a steel pipe. And thank God. I want her to enjoy everything we do, don’t I? I’m not going to be ashamed of how we show affection anymore. “You have every right to be angry at me,” I say into her hair. “I’ve been a fool to fight what’s between us when I love you so much, my heart feels broken and alive and chaotic every time I look at you.”
For long seconds, she doesn’t seem to take a breath. Then it all comes flying out in a rush. “I love you, too,” she whispers back at me, haltingly. “I feel it everywhere.”
“I know what you mean.” I fist her long blonde hair and tilt her head to the left, planting open-mouthed kisses on that soft column beneath her ear. “I’m starved for you every minute of the day. Not just your body, but your hand in mine, the way you make little things feel like an adventure, the way you look at me with so much trust. I won’t take that trust for granted. I won’t make you cry ever again, Sissy. I swear it.”
“I believe you.”
Her ass shifts in my lap and I grit my teeth. “And I won’t feel bad about this anymore.”
“About what?” she says softly, her sides beginning to puff in and out.
It takes an effort to swallow because the anticipation of what’s to come has dried out my mouth. “Our play time.”
I’ve never called it that before—and she appears to like it. A lot. She makes a mewling sound and arches her back beneath me, my hands raking down her ribcage, to her hips where I shove that little skirt up all the way. I finally give in to the insane craving for the taste of her ass, dropping to my knees in the sand and pushing her cheeks apart, my tongue blazing up a path straight up that center valley, before settling in to rim that beautiful asshole, so puckered and tight. Untouched by anyone but me—and that will always be the case.
Our location, the scene we’re creating, is not lost of me. The park is deserted this time of night, but we’re in semi-plain view of the adjacent road. Anyone who happened to glance over would see Sissy bent face down over a swing with a giant kneeling in the sand behind her, eating her ass like it’s his final meal. I should bring her home and finish this in my bed, but I can’t stop licking. Stroking my hands up and down her trembling thighs. Now that I’ve given myself permission to embrace my role in our relationship, I’m almost drunk on freedom.
Acceptance.
Hunger for my angel.
I wriggle the tip of my tongue against her back entrance for a full ten seconds, making her gasp and writhe her hips. Then I pull away long enough to deliver bites to her left cheek, followed by the right, my teeth sinking in just to the point of her sucking in a breath. “You love when I bring you to the park, don’t you, pumpkin?” I slide my thumb down the crack of her ass and slowly tuck it into that sweet pucker. “Just the two of us.”
“Yes.” Her thighs are already shaking violently, this perfect, responsive girl. Doesn’t matter what I do, she’s always on the verge of coming. God, I’m a lucky man. “I l-love it.”
“You like playing on the swings.”
She nods eagerly, though I can only see the back of her head. “Yes.”
“We play a little differently, though, than everyone else. Don’t we?” I sink my thumb in deep and watch moisture seep from her pussy below. It’s such a thing of beauty I shoot a string of come into the sand, my abdomen flexing painfully. “You’re the only little girl here who didn’t wear her panties. Did you want Daddy to see between your legs?”