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When he found a sensitive area that pulled a reaction from her, he took his time there, exploring and learning her body. It drove the craving inside her higher.

She sucked in a breath when he pinched her nipple between his rough, calloused fingers. Someone in the room was moaning with pleasure. A moment passed before she realized it was her.

What was he doing to her?? Was he trying to kill her? Hadanyone ever drowned in the tidal wave of all the feelings of want and need? If not, she would surely be the first. He drew her higher and higher, to heights that were frightening. Surely if she fell from such heights, she would die.

“I'm going to put my mouth on you, darlin. Has anyone ever done that for you before?”

“N-no.” Would he think she was too inexperienced? There'd only been Eddie, and he never wanted to do that. He said it was gross.

Chance’s lips tightened. She worried for a second he might stop. But he shook his head and smiled at her. “That's just another first for me, Gypsy.”

Before she could process his words, he pulled her, settling her butt off the edge of the mattress before dropping to his knees.

Wait. She tried to force her legs together, but the ropes held her thighs spread wide. “Close your eyes, Gypsy. I want you to focus on how it feels.”

That was fine, but… he wasn’t… no, he couldn’t be thinking of putting his mouth down there. She wasn’t clean. She didn’t taste good. Eddie had told her so. She had to stop him.

But her bindings held her immobile. “If you hate it, you have your safeword, babygirl. It’s all right if you have to use it, but I want you to at least try it and see if you like it. For me.”

“But Eddie said?—”

“Eddie is a fuckin’ asshole, so everything he says is shit. And that is the last time that name will be used in this room. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” That was kind of funny. If her Daddy wanted to try, then she would. For him. He would probably give up in seconds.

He pressed kisses along the top of her mound. That was nice. It felt sweet. This might not be so bad.

Her breathing sped up as he ran his tongue down the length ofher pussy from her clit to her core. “Babygirl, you taste amazing. I’ll take this for dessert every day.”

That was sweet. He didn’t have to say things like that just to make her feel better. She couldn’t hold back a gasp when he pushed her thighs further open and, placing a thumb on either side of the opening to her core, pulled her pussy lips wide and exposed her channel.

“Ah, Gypsy,” he rumbled against her sex. “You are so wet for me. So slick. Still thinking about your safeword?”

Safe what? Was he kidding?

He buried his face between her thighs, pressing in deeper. She held her breath. He couldn’t possibly want to— “Oh my god!

His tongue plunged deep into her core, allowing his face to create so much glorious pressure on her taint and the outer lips of her pussy, she instantly tried to grind against him.

“Daddy!” A desperate need for… something burned through her like wildfire. She couldn’t think. She could barely breathe. What was he doing to her?

Humming. That’s what he was doing. And the vibrations washing over her were taking her to the edge of her sanity.

She wanted… no, that wasn’t right. She needed… but she wasn’t sure what. “Daddy, please! Please!” She rocked her pussy against his face in a way that she’d probably be embarrassed about later. But right now, she couldn’t have stopped herself if she tried.

Lifting his head slightly, he turned his gaze from her pussy to her face. “Please what, babygirl? Tell Daddy what you want.”

Tell him? With words? She couldn’t do that. When she didn’t speak, he went back to his task. Her slickness already coated his face. Again, he plunged his tongue deep.

The worst part was not being able to do anything to help her reach her orgasm, because that was what this had to be. She was on the edge of her first orgasm, but was completely dependent on Chance.

He kissed and licked and bit his way back up her pussy to spend time worshipping her clit. But still, though the pleasure almost consumed her, it didn’t take her far enough. She needed more.

Then he slid his finger in where his tongue had been. Oh god! She’d thought his tongue was good, but his finger was so much better. He slid his finger out and replaced it with two fingers.

The push and pull of those fingers had tears running down the sides of her face. So close. She was almost there.

Then he crooked his fingers in a come-hither motion, and her world sheeted white. The muscles in her channel tightened and an eruption of sheer, euphoric pleasure swept from the base of her pussy over every inch of her body. “Chance! Oh! Oh god! Daddy!”