The Daddy Box Set

The first time I’d heard his voice, I’d thought he could make a woman come simply by talking to her. And that was before I even knew the kind of mouth the man had on him. If he didn’t get down to business soon, I was going to become that woman.

“Then I’m going to fuck you. Fast and hard. Any objections?”

“No,” I moaned. “Please.”

His hands went to the hem of my dress. He pushed it up around my waist. He slid down my body and breathed me in, letting out a low groan. He fingered the edge of my lacy panties and then ripped them clean off.

My very expensive silk panties. I opened my mouth to protest, but then he planted his hands on my thighs and spread my legs apart. He dragged his lips over my inner thighs. Then his mouth was on me. I nearly came off the bed as his tongue separated my folds and he slid a finger into me.

I writhed against the bed and arched my hips into his mouth. Softs gasps and moans filled the air around us. I was only vaguely aware of the fact that they were mine. I tugged at his hair. “Fuck, James.”

He stroked me harder and inserted another finger. He licked me from top to bottom, sucking on my lips and scraping his teeth gently against my sensitive skin.

“James, please.”

Then his mouth was on my clit. His fingers dug into the skin of my inner thighs as he sucked on me.

My hands desperately sought out his shoulders. I needed something to hang on to. Something to anchor me as the friction of his tongue on my clit set fire to my veins. My fingertips dug into his broad shoulders as he went harder. Faster.

I groaned as he got there, exactly where I needed him to be. I writhed, rocking my hips into him. He had just the right pressure, the perfect speed.

There. My sex clenched as I came. Shaking as pleasure spread through my body. My hands flew to his hair, and I held his head against me.

I screamed his name. He licked me through my orgasm and stroked me through intense aftershocks.

He pulled back and groaned against the sensitive flesh of my thigh. A wicked grin lit his face as he met my eyes. The need in his gaze was overwhelming, but that didn’t stop him.

“That’s one.” His voice was low and needy, with an edge that had me desperate to have his mouth on me again.

“I was promised two.” I panted, and my voice was thick with how much I wanted his mouth on me again. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted it.

He groaned against the sensitive skin of my sex. “That you were. Ready to come again?”

I nodded, but he didn’t move. “Say it, Gabrielle.”

“What?” My voice was shaky. I loved his dirty mouth, but I wasn’t sure that I could do it.

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p; “You know what. Please don’t fuck with me right now, Gabbi.” His eyes commanded me.

“I don’t know if I can say it out loud.”

His hands ran up and down my thighs, and his warm breath against my core threatened to make me combust. I was achy and desperate.

“You can. I want the words, Gabbi. I need to hear you say it.” He licked my inner thigh, and I shuddered.

I could do this. I needed that tongue on my clit, not my thigh. If saying it was the only way to make that happen, I had to do it. “Please make me come again, James.”

“Fuck, that was fucking hot. Yes.” Then his mouth was on my clit, sucking and licking at me. Harder. Faster.

I gave in to the sensation. It was fucking intense. Almost immediately, pleasure welled up in me.

“James, don’t stop. James.” I screamed his name loud enough to wake the neighbors. I didn’t give a shit. I couldn’t stop myself.

He kept me pinned to the bed, licking me until my entire being was racked with pleasure. With a final stroke of his tongue, I let go, groaning loudly as I came.

He licked me through the second orgasm with the same fervor as he had the first, breathing hard against my thigh as I came down.