Dreams of 18

His thumb is so long and big that it grazes the edge of my panties, the curved edge of my pussy, making me jerk.

“Is she hungry?” he asks, making circles with his thumb there now, touching me over the sticky fabric.

“Uh-huh.”

“She wants something?”

I nod enthusiastically, spreading my legs like a whore and inching close to him. Inching toward his cock.

A slow lopsided smile spreads through his lips and he comes down to kiss me. A soft, soft, feathery kiss made a little sting-y when he rubs his beard on my cheek.

It makes me moan, his affectionate, erotic gesture, and I reach up to play with his beard, my favorite thing in the whole world.

“I’ll feed her, then. I’ll take care of her like I did last night.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

Moving away, he takes my panties off. They get stuck in my sneakers that I’m still wearing but he maneuvers them and takes them off easily. He doesn’t let me take off my sneakers though.

He tells me to keep them on with a shake of his head and this shiny glint in his eyes that pulses through my bared core.

Now, he can see it all.

His eyes drop to my core and he takes me in. He takes in my puffy pussy. I take her in too. She’s all colored with arousal, deep pink, almost red, and I get so horny from that, so fucking horny and slutty that I reach down and rub my folds.

I’m sprawled on the bed, still wearing his shirt and sneakers, my knees folded up now, and I’m rubbing my sloppy cunt in front of him, waiting and dying and writhing in lust.

“Feed her, Mr. Edwards,” I whisper, peeking at him through my eyelashes.

His features are dark and harsh with arousal but even so, he shakes his head at me. He chuckles out a rusty bark of a laugh before knocking the breath out of me by his next words.

“So you like lollipops, huh,” he rumbles, producing the one I was sucking on.

I don’t even know when he got it and where he even had it up until now, but I really don’t care.

I can’t care.

Because as soon as he said it and made me almost mindless, he popped it in his mouth.

Oh God, he has my lollipop in his mouth, that magenta-colored candy that he closes his lips around and takes a long, slow suck of, his cheeks hollowing out.

I have to open my mouth to drag in a breath because holy shit, he looks so sexy doing that. He looks so sexy and masculine while sucking on my candy and I can’t even think coherently.

Then he pops it out, his eyes dark with desire and something else, something delicious and dangerous and I have to ask, “W-what are you going to do?”

“Give her a treat,” he says in a low-pitched voice.

So low-pitched that I go boneless. More boneless and crazy than before.

“Treat?”

Instead of answering me with words, he grabs my thighs again and pulls me down on the bed. I’ve been propped up on my elbows up until now but he makes me lie on my back. Then, he comes down at me, his bulk becoming my sky, putting a hand by the side of my head.

Looking me in the eyes, he says, “Yeah, a treat.”

And then, he gives it.

He gives it in a way that makes me clutch the sheets and jerk up on the bed. It makes me arch up and shake my tits.

Because he just slapped my clit with my lollipop.

“I’m going to give her something to eat,” he rumbles, tapping the candy over my clit again, and I almost go to pieces.

I almost break apart at the shameless thing he’s doing.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? If I gave your cunt something to eat?”

He’s asking me?

How can he ask me anything when he’s stealing my ability to think, let alone talk? All I do is make some babbling noises as he circles my tight clit, swirls the candy through my drenched folds like I swirl it with my tongue.

“Answer me, Violet. Would you like that? Do you want me to feed your cunt, baby?”

I fist and pull at the sheet so tightly that it snaps out of my hold and I have to go and clutch his sides and dig my nails into his hot flesh.

“Yes,” I answer him on a whimper, my eyes blinking and fluttering closed.

“Yeah? You sure?”

His cajoling, teasing tone makes me rub my sneakers up and down the bed, makes me so much more restless and heavy and empty and all the things at the same time.

“Yeah. Yes, I want… I want it.”

“Okay. I’ll give her something to eat. I’ll give her your candy,” he whispers, his face saturated with lust before he gives it to her.

He gives my candy to my cunt.