Page 13 of Mister Daddy
His fingers pump even harder as he mouths my sweet opening, drinking my juices.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come on my face.”
And I do. I can’t help it. There’s nothing that I want more than to climb aboard his face every morning, begging him for this exquisite torture. Because it’s been ages since I’ve been with a man, and Carter reminds me of what I’m missing. Not just that but he drives me beyond the moon, coaxing more hot sweetness to spill from between my legs as my pussy clenches and clamps onto his thick digits.
“Unnh!” I moan again, knees spread wide with his hand in my twat. God, I’ve never been in such a compromised position, and yet I don’t feel ashamed at all. This is right. I belong to him, every part of me open and hot for him to do what he likes with my body.
And Mr. Jones savors every part of it. As my pussy spasms again and again, he licks it continually, drinking up my juices.
“Fuck baby, you taste so good,” he rasps, giving me one final bite to my clit. I squeal again, juices gushing like a waterfall. He chuckles and pulls his fingers out with a wet squelching sound, but not before tapping my brownie playfully.
“What are you doing?” I murmur, eyes wide. The billionaire merely chuckles, massaging my pleats a bit as my knees come together in protest.
“No sweetheart. I’m not going to take you there tonight, but I want you to know that every part of you belongs to me. And that includes your bottom. Hear?” he asks, before bending down and pressing a kiss to my back hole. “All of you belongs to me, and that includes this.”
I almost melt from pleasure. Oh god, this is so dirty. I just came all over Carter’s face, his lips and chin wet from my juices, and yet he’s kissing my anus? Like a whore, I spread my legs wider so he can get down there, and the billionaire chuckles before lapping my dark star once again.
“That’s right sweetheart. Let yourself go,” he growls, gently easing his tongue in. I go stark still. Oh my god, can it be true? Do I really have an alpha male’s tongue in my rusty star, licking the interior walls of my bottom? But Carter merely laughs darkly again.
“You do,” he says, answering my unspoken question. “And it tastes good. Like I said, you belong to me. Your body belongs to me, and if I want you to come with my tongue in your ass, then you will. But not tonight, sweetheart. We’ll save that for later.”
And with that, he kisses me. I taste myself on his lips, savory and sweet, yet musky too. Oh god. This man is so dirty and it turns me on. All I want is more, so I gaze at him with a latent hunger in my eyes.
“Your turn,” is my coy purr. With fumbling fingers, I unhook his belt and slide his slacks to his ankles. My small palm closes over the root of his hardness and I moan at the contact. He’s so hot and big that my hand can’t even close all the way around that huge, veiny shaft. My fingers probe a bit, and he groans when I find the bead of pre-cum at the top, sliding my hand up and down so that his shaft is wet.
“That’s right,” he groans, eyes closing momentarily. “Oh fuck baby, you’ve got me leaking so hard.” And it’s true. The pearl of pre-cum has become a veritable river because there’s so much liquid oozing out of his rod. Coyly, I lean forwards to taste it, but he stops me, blue eyes flaring.
“No, sweetheart,” comes that hoarse voice. “Not now. I don’t want your mouth, baby.” And in a moment, I’m beneath him, legs spread and pussy willing. His tip presses at the opening of my soaked slit.
“Oh,” I moan. “Please, Carter. Fuck me.”
“Your wish is my command,” he whispers before guiding himself inside my waiting hole.
But we stop because he’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with, and I squeal in shock as his crown slides in so snug.
“You’re too big!” is my panted gasp. “I can’t do it!”
But the alpha male merely presses his lips to my mouth, swallowing my small cries and whimpers.
“Sweetheart, you can,” he urges in a low voice. “Relax. I know your pussy will stretch. Just breathe, and it’ll feel better, I promise.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as Carter waits within me, letting my swollen folds adapt. It’s hard because I feel like I have a soda can jammed between my legs, except it’s so much better because this is a man who needs me. This is a male who thinks I’m hotter than the sun, and whose dripping member has already let me know that he craves my body more than life itself.
“Unnnh,” is my slight moan. “Oh god.”
And with that, Carter begins easing forwards again. It’s not easy and I continue to writhe a bit, unable to help it as my pussy is stretched beyond what I thought was possible. But Mr. Jones coaxes and urges me, whispering in my ear even as his body pushes forwards, that huge shaft seeking its finish.
“Oh fuck,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight and wet. Your twat’s soaked sweetheart, and so ripe for a man’s penetration. Shit.”
And with that, Carter moves forward once again, and suddenly, he’s in to the hilt. That giant rod is buried in me balls deep, my cunt leaking wetly as it drips down his sacs.
“You know how special this is?” he rasps in my ear. “I can’t get it all the way in even with the most experienced women. But you, sweetheart, you’re taking me like a professional. I’m proud of you, and goddamn, it feels so good.”
To emphasize his point, Carter kisses me again as he pumps his hardness into my soaking pussy. “You feel so good, baby. So tight.”
I moan ecstatically, hardly able to believe this is happening.
“You’re huge, Carter. You fill me up all the way.”