Page 68 of Plaything

“Really?” She sounded surprised through the moans. What? Did she expect her attack on my dick to not affect me? I may have been more interested in her pleasure and the way she looked right now than getting myself off, but any person would fall to their knees at the sight of her.

“Yes, you feel so good. You’re being such a good girl for me,” I assured.

Her juices had made quite a mess between us. My own hips and torso were glistening with her arousal. The sloppier, the better.

Her lustful eyes moved to me again as she moved faster. That’s right, eyes on me. Such a good little slut. Her bottom lip was pulled tight between her teeth as she rode out her orgasm. “Dominic,” she moaned.

My mind was quick to replace my name with Daddy.

I was jerking my hips up, meeting her as she ground down on me. My dick twitched before I felt myself join her in our release. “Fuck, you’re making Daddy feel so good, Baby. You did such a good job,” I grunted as I came on my torso.

Her legs shook as she caught her breath. Whether she didn’t hear me, was dazed, or was outright ignoring my slip-up, she didn’t have any reaction. I was hoping she didn’t hear me over her own moans. We hadn’t discussed names or much else yet and agreed we’d give her the list of options tomorrow.

Her cum was all over me—more so than it was on her. It covered her inner thighs and pussy, the sight of it made me crave her. I knew she’d probably had enough, but I hadn’t. She’d been walking around here, teasing, seducing, looking ravishing every day. I wanted to taste her.

Fuck it.

In a second flat, I’d pulled the silk string and released my hands. I tore the ‘blindfold’ off my face and reached for her.

Her dazed eyes widened as she tried to cover herself. “What are you—”

“Move your fucking hands,” I warned. She moved her hands away immediately from the low tone of my voice. I didn’t waste any time as I grabbed her by her thighs and lifted her body up to me. I laid back down, pulling her pussy down onto my mouth.

She shrieked out in shock, trying to lift herself off of me. “Dominic, I’m sticky and gross—” she tried to think of an excuse. In reality, she was just shy. I’d just seen how desperate she was to get off, that didn’t disappear within seconds.

“Then sit down and let me clean you up,” I rasped.

My arms were wrapped around her thighs, and she wasn’t going anywhere. I pulled her all the way down to my face and held her, knowing she wasn’t strong enough to battle me in this fight.

My tongue found her clit immediately, and I began to overstimulate the little minx. She’d already given herself a lot of attention and friction on my dick; now, it was my turn.

It was satisfying how much louder she got when she wasn’t the one in control. She was a moaning, whimpering mess as she held the headboard. “Oh my—”

She lost her words in pleasure.

Kindness wasn’t in my nature. That didn’t change with her. I didn’t grant her the courtesy of a break. Instead, I selfishly indulged myself in her taste. She tasted sweet and so addictive. I hummed in pleasure against her, “You taste so fucking good, Baby.”

One of her hands moved from the headboard to my hair, where she tangled her fingers, “This is ch-cheating,” she struggled to say.

I smirked as I teased her hole with my tongue. So tight... I pushed my tongue into her, feeling her squeeze around it. “Fuck,” she panted. She stopped trying to fight me and finally let her weight go, allowing me to grip her perfect little ass.

Awe, she likes having her little hole filled. I curled my tongue up, flicking a soft spot inside her. Her grip on my hair tightened, “Please don’t stop,” she begged, gently grinding down on my face.

I moved my hand down to her entrance, ready to replace my tongue with my finger. I pulled away, taking the opportunity to look up at her.

I moaned at the sight of her. I could see directly up her flimsy shirt, giving me a dazzling sight of her beautiful, perky breasts. Heart tattoo and all. Aiden was going to be jealous. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Odette,” I whispered before I plunged my finger into her.

She cried out at the intrusion but was soon replaced with moans of pleasure as I curled my finger into her greedy hole. My tongue resumed its attack on her clit, keen on overstimulating her. I knew I couldn’t go as far as I’d like without establishing a safe word.

“Please,” she repeated, clenching around my finger.

“Can you feel how tight you’re squeezing my finger? Awe, we’re going to have to stretch you out, Baby,” I teased.

“You feel so good,” she moaned, her lust overpowering her embarrassment.

That’s right, Darling. Crumble.

My teeth grazed her clit, and she flinched, “I can’t take this much longer,” she warned.

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