“Say it,” I whisper.
“Daddy.” This time, she says the word right away, a hint of a smile on her lips.
“You’re starting to like it, aren’t you?”
“I’m starting to play along,” she concedes.
“Good enough.”
I kiss her again, spreading her legs. She wraps her arms around my neck as my right hand moves up her inner thigh, feeling her smooth skin under my palm.
I stop as I get to her panties. Her pussy is already wet, her panties dripping under my fingers. I slip them deftly aside and tease her clit as her kiss gets tighter, more intense.
“Shit,” she whispers. “Why do you have to do this?”
“I told you. I wanted something more interesting.”
“And you think doing—ah, shit—this is going to be better?”
“Don’t you?” I smirk and bite her lower lip. I press my fingers inside, sliding along the top of her pussy, before pulling back out to tease her clit.
She groans. “You really are a bastard.”
“No, I don’t think so.”
She kisses me harder, tongue in my mouth. I can tell she’s losing control. She works so hard to be proper, to keep herself under control at all times, but fucking hell. I love it when she lets her guard slip.
Getting through her defenses is now my new favorite fucking thing in the world.
I force her legs open wider. My fingers keep working her clit, sliding down to fuck her pussy, sliding back up to tease. She groans and pushes herself tight against me.
I can’t take much more. I push her back, forcing her to support herself on her hands as I drop down between her legs.
“Brady,” she gasps as my tongue finds her clit.
“Ah, ah,” I say. “What did you call me?”
“Daddy,” she groans.
“That’s my girl.” I lick her pussy, pushing my fingers deep inside. I want to get her off so badly it almost hurts. She needs this, I can tell.
I lick and suck her clit as my fingers slide in and out. She gasps and groans, hips rolling. I wonder if the cooks can hear, but I don’t care. Doesn’t matter. Let them walk in.
Right now, the only thing in the world is Aria. Her delicious pussy on my tongue, her body rolling and writhing against my touch. I’m so hard I could fuck her right this instant, but I know she’s not ready for that.
I need to show her just how good it can feel. I have to give her a taste. And then, when she’s dripping wet and begging for it, then I’ll finally fuck her tight little cunt.
Now though, I work her hard. I lick her, sucking, teasing, fingers sliding in and out. I feel her grab onto my hair with one hand as her hips roll faster and faster.
I can tell she’s close, even faster than the first time. She must’ve been thinking about this since yesterday. I lick her faster, tongue and lips, sucking that clit, fucking her with my fingers nice and deep and fast.
And she groans out my name. “Daddy,” she gasps. “Oh, shit, Brady. Daddy.” Her whole body tenses and I know she’s exploding on the inside, coming hard as she twitches and moans.
I don’t stop. I keep going, pushing her past her limits, taking her beyond the point of no return. She’s deep in her orgasm as my fingers pump in and out, my tongue working her clit, sucking her faster.
Slowly she finishes, so agonizingly slowly. When she’s done, I lick my fingers clean before kissing her lips softly.
She sighs and hops off the table. She adjusts her panties and makes a face.
“Great. Now I’ll be uncomfortable all night.”
“Bring a spare pair in the future.”
She glares at me. “I’m supposed to carry panties with me everywhere?”
I shrug. “It’s probably a good idea. Never know when I’m going to want to get you off.”
She glares at me and shakes her head. “You’re insane. Come on.”
She storms out of the storage room. I grin to myself, following her with a smile on my face.
As soon as we get back into the room, the woman with the tight blonde bun is back on stage. She looks out at the crowd and calls my name.
I smirk at Aria. “Show time,” I say, kiss her cheek, and head up to accept my award.
It’s not lost on me that I still have Aria’s pussy on my lips and fingers as I take the little square plaque. I give a short speech about giving and the spirit of charity, or some shit, I don’t even know.
In my mind though, I’m thinking about her. About my fucking Aria. About that pussy on my tongue.
She watches me from her seat, face red. I know what she’s thinking.
There’s a whole week of this. And yes, it’s going to get even better from here.7AriaI get home late Monday night after Brady insists on taking me out to this swanky little local bar. I pass out and sleep through the night without a single dream, and the only thing that wakes me up is my phone ringing.