A Pinch of Sugar (Lights Camera Insta-love 1)
Her tongue dances over the tip of my cock and I groan, long and hard, precome spurting from the tip. I want more than anything to fist my erection and stuff it in her cherubic pink mouth, but Alice deserves better. And besides, getting there is proving to be an intoxicating experience in itself.
“What is that?” she asks, obviously referring to the milky liquid dripping down the sides of my dick.
“It’s a different flavor of cream, Alice.” I drop the whisk beside the couch and reach forward, massaging her sexy ass cheeks. “Would you like to try it while I test the flavor of yours?”
“Um…I don’t know,” she hedges, beautifully.
“I can see how wet your panties are, darling. I think you do know.” I ease aside the drenched material of her underwear, my loins coiling at the sight of her sweet pink slit and her pretty puckered asshole. Fuck. In a million lifetimes, I could never come upon a sight as perfect and arousing and she’s all mine. “I saw the way you looked at Daddy’s cock on the ride home. It’s all right to be curious.” I trace a finger along her back entrance, down to her cunt, sliding my digit ever so slightly into her tight, girly fuck hole. “It’s only you and me here.”
Her breath catches. “Should you be d-doing that?”
“Little girl, if anyone has the God-given right to finger you, it’s me.”
“Oh. Okay.” She shifts on my chest and then I feel her lips graze my cock. I hold my breath as she circles my pulsing tip with her mouth and tests the slit with her tongue. “Like that?”
“Yes,” I grit out. “Hold the very bottom in two hands and try to get me into your mouth far enough that your lips touch your fingers.”
“That’s far.”
The wonder in her tone makes my gut ripple with lust. “Try for me.” I tug her hips back just a little and lean my head in, teasing her folds with my tongue—earning a squeak from Alice. “Now, relax. I’m just tasting my little girl’s pussy.” I press my tongue into her flesh and wiggle it against her clit. “It’s sweet, just like your smile.”
Her cunt flexes against my mouth and her unique moisture greets my taste buds, inciting my hunger further. Keeping her panties to the side with my hooked thumb, I spread her ass cheeks in my hands and feast. Her tentative licks of my cock make me wild, but nothing prepares me for Alice trying to deep throat me with frustrated little gags and sobs. Her clit swells under repeated writhes of my tongue and I can do nothing but worship that vibrating little bud, increasing my pace when her thighs begin to tremble on either side of my head.
“Daddy,” she whines. “Something is ha-happening to me.”
“Let it happen,” I growl, drawing her bud between my lips and suckling lightly. Letting it go and batting it with the tip of my tongue, licking it hard.
“Oh my God.” She presses her cunt to my mouth, like she can’t help it, rubbing her drenched pink flesh all over my chin and tongue, whimpering like a confused angel. “It feels so good. And it aches and…oh. Oh!”
Her nails dig into my thighs and her trembles turn violent, her throaty sobs of my name a thing of beauty. I lap at her hungrily, unwilling to let a single drop of her pleasure escape me. I made it. I own it. It’s mine.
As soon as she’s finished convulsing, I reach up and fist her hair, guiding her face back down to my lap, lifting my hips urgently. Need. Need to come. The taste of her has turned me into a crazed animal. “Good girl. Now do the same for me. I need it so bad, darling. Sink your pretty mouth down to my balls and open your throat. We’re going to fill your tummy with cream. Won’t that be nice?”
She only manages to work her lips down halfway when my balls lose the battle and I come down her tight throat. My stomach knits up so tight at the fierceness of my climax, my head flies back on a roar. And ah fuck, she loves it. She moans loudly and tries to get close as humanly possible, fisting my cock in two hands and twisting, slicking me with spit and sucking the seed out of me. I feel it overflowing her pretty mouth and splashing out onto my thighs and the couch beneath, but she keeps going, trying to swallow as much as she can while I praise her with rough strokes of her bottom.
“My darling girl loves her cream, doesn’t she?” I lean in and kiss her smooth pussy once, twice. “There’s more. Make sure you save room for later.”
She flops down on me with a lusty sigh, her sides heaving, that sweet backside still inches from my face—and when the oven timer goes off, we laugh. It’s the most perfect moment I’ve ever experienced in my life, knowing I’ve satisfied this girl physically and now her tinkling laugh expands the warmth in my chest. Warmth I’ve never known I was capable of.