Serving Him

“Naw baby, what I mean is that I want you to fuck yourself onto me,” he ground out, voice muffled against my breast. “When it’s time to break that hymen, you’re gonna do the honors.”

The words penetrated the fog in my brain for a second. What did he mean? I couldn’t understand, it didn’t even make sense. How could I do the honors, breaking my own hymen? But at the moment, I was too desperate, too needy, so I nodded, panting, agreeing with anything he said.

“Yes Daddy,” I whispered. “Yes, whatever you say.”

And with that, Kane grunted, squeezing and massaging my breasts as his mouth traced the nipple of one, lightly flicking the tip with his tongue before settling in for a deep suckle. Oh shit, it felt so good. Bolts of lightning shot from my nips straight to my cunt, making me juice heavily and I moaned again, running my fingers through that black hair. Holy shit, this was so much better than watching porn, seeing his dark head suckling my tits made me want him even more, a deep, burning heat rising within my cunt.

But Kane is a dirty motherfucker, and he hauled me up so I was in a sitting position, mouth still attached to my nipple.

“What I like about big-titted girls,” he ground out, “is their ability to suck their own titties, your boobs are so big. So do it baby,” he said, lapping at one pink crest before looking up into my eyes. “Lick your own tits.”

I let out a shocked gasp. What? It’s true my Double Ds are generous, but I’ve never sucked my own breasts. What in the world was he talking about? Was this out of some dirty porn scene?

But the big man merely shot me another sly gaze as he licked my nipple once more, giving it a quick kiss before lifting the sack of cream, balancing it in a wide palm.

“Here baby,” he growled deeply, our eye contact electric. “Here, kiss yourself.”

And slowly, he pulled my breast up, holding it until the nipple reached my tongue and then brushed softly at my bottom lip. Holy shit, this was so wrong. The dark man wanted me to taste my own breasts, to give myself a little boobie lick? But the temptation was too much. Because as I opened my mouth to protest, my tongue snuck out on its own and swiped across my nipple, tasting that hard pink nub. Oh shit, it felt good! A surge of juice crested in my pussy, insides going wet and hot, and hungrily, I began licking my own nipple, running my tongue over the hard crest, sampling womanflesh for the first time. And oh god, it tasted good.

Kane chuckled beside me, lightly massaging my creamy sacs as I experimentally sucked myself.

“I knew you were a dirty one,” he ground out. “What a dirty whore.” And with that he dove right in, joining me in licking my breasts. Both our heads bent, he’d take a lick, and then I’d lick, our tongues dueling sometimes, tasting the hard candy before entwining for a deep kiss and then going back for some more delicious nipping and sucking.

And it was utterly fantastic, my cunt juicing as we played with my gazongas, as we explored this dirty, nasty, level of sex that was so new and exciting. And involuntarily, my hands reached up involuntarily to cup both boobies, lifting them to mouth-level and offering them again.

“Suck me Daddy,” I whispered. “Suck me hard.”

Kane merely chuckled deep in his chest before burying his tongue in the valley between my decolletage, savoring the creamy mountains, letting himself indulge.

“What a fucking dirty whore,” he grunted.

But instead of feeling demeaned or offended, I loved it, eating up the words.

“I know Daddy,” I whispered, our eye contact electric, “But I’m your dirty whore.”

And with that, our mouths joined as the man tweaked and rubbed my boobs, corkscrewing off a nipple with an audible pop, the juice flowing like a river from my pussy now.

“Mmmph!” I moaned into his mouth. “Mmm, mmm!”

Kane merely grunted again, one big hand dropping to trail against my belly before dipping between my thighs. “Shit you’re wet,” he ground out. “Shit, my baby’s wet.”

I mewled into his mouth, trying to get closer, pressing my boobs against that chest, giving him my all.

“Mmm, Daddy,” I moaned, licking up the bronzed column of his throat. “It’s all yours. I belong to you.”

Kane groaned deep in his chest now.

“Good because I can’t wait anymore. I need to be in you,” he grunted. “But fuck,” he swore suddenly. “That little vag hasn’t gotten stretched out yet, fuck fuck fuck.”

I bit his earlobe then, my small fist circling the head of his dick between us, rubbing up and down the swollen shaft, making him moan hard.

“It’s okay Daddy,” I panted. “I can take it, I can take it.”