Page 64 of Sideline Play

REMINGTON

Feastingon Scarlet’s pussy is the stuff wet dreams are made of. Her desperation for more, her responsive twitches and writhing grinds, her unashamed loud cries and husky pleas, her inability to restrain herself from playing with her breasts, the way when something feels particularly good her legs go lax as she allows the sensation to wash over her. Combine it all with the excited contractions of her cunt every time I curl and thrust my tongue inside her and her groan inducing taste that has me greedily licking up each drop of her arousal, and I think I could come without so much as a single touch to my dick.

The sound of her panting, “Fuck, Daddy,” as her back arches and she pulls on my hair or fists the white duvet is music to my ears. A sound I’ll never tire of hearing and always long to make her play again. Each ricocheting keen is something I would gladly accept as the last sound I ever hear.

Pulling my tongue from her pussy, she gives me a stuttered whimper of displeasure, her eyes heavy and lips pouty. The noise quickly fades, however, and changes into a moan as I suck one of her lips into my mouth. Her soft flesh is plump, eager, and responsive.

“Again… God, again,” she breathlessly begs when I release her. And since I’m helpless to doing anything but what she asks of me, I take the other one into my mouth, sucking on it and swirling my tongue along its shape until she lets out a sweet mewl, her inner thighs tightening around my body and her head turning to the side as she sucks on her knuckle in a failed and needless attempt to quiet herself.

Moving my hands from where they rest low on her stomach to her soft mound, I gently pull up to further expose her swollen little clit. Giving it a delicate kiss, I nibble just enough to have her gasping through her already shallow breath before sealing my lips around it, my name loud and echoing in the room as she shouts. Letting go, I continue to play and tease her by flicking, circling, and applying pulsing pressure with the tip of my tongue to her small bundle of nerves, aiming to take her body as high as possible.

As I massage the divots where her thighs giveway to her aroused flesh, Scarlet breathes, “Touch me,” propping herself up on her elbows to look down at me, her skirt now bunched up just under her breasts. Eyes sparkling like sapphires, she clarifies, “Inside, with your fingers,” her love for me radiating through the fog of lust that’s wrapped around her and wafting through the room.

Parting from her clit with a gentle kiss, I pull back so my voice isn’t muffled as I ask, “Are you sure?” closely studying her flushed face.

I haven’t tried to—and she’s yet to ask for me to—finger her again since the first time shortly after we began our relationship. She’d already had a second moment of locking up on me when I went to remove her panties, warranting the easy shift to me making it part of our play to have her take them off for me; the small moment of reaffirming her consent and choice does wonders for keeping her head and body here with me. When themomentary freeze over her body had passed and she was ready for more, she had guided my hand back between her legs.

At first everything was great. I could touch and pet her clit, massage and play with her labia, even caress the outside of her pussy and wet my fingers with her slick arousal. However, the moment I went to push a finger inside her, she slapped me and immediately after covered her face and tried to make herself as small as possible in order to protect herself from me, or rather him. Then as her adrenaline faded and I coaxed her back to the present with me, she crawled into my lap and cried for over an hour afterward, trying to tell me she wasn’t worth the difficulty. As if she believed me taking the time to make sure she feels safe when I touch her would become an exasperating chore.

Nodding her head, she gives me that smile that shines more brightly through her eyes than her lips and curls her fingers over my hand, answering with a voice as light as air, “I’m sure, Remi. I know it’s you; my body knows it’s you.”

“Okay, baby girl,” I swallow, dragging my rough cheek along her smooth skin before kissing the muscle of her thigh, murmuring, “I love you.”

Combing her fingers through my hair and smoothing her hand down the back of my head, she responds, “I love you too,” slowly laying back on the bed.

Leaving her with one more kiss, this time with a nip of my teeth that makes her squeak, I return my mouth to her pussy, lazily licking and tonguing her until she returns to her breathless, squirming, incoherent state.

When she starts to moan and beg with such pretty devotion for more, I reach inside my open jeans and free my cock from my boxers, coating my finger with pre-cum.

Satisfied that my finger is slick enough with my own eager need for her, I command, “Look at me, Scarlet.” The moment her rosy face is in view and her dilated eyes connect with mine, Istart to slowly work my finger inside of her, groaning at the feel of how tight she is and the hot, inviting contractions of her pussy as she tries to suck me in.

“Oh… fuck… yes, Daddy, yes…”

“That’s right baby, say my name.”

Lifting her hips to chase my finger as I start to pull it from her, she cries, “More! I need more, please.”

“Patience, baby girl,” I admonish, already pushing back inside her, this time curling my knuckles as I stroke, exploring her front wall.

With each shallow retreat, I quickly repeat my entry, watching her responses and waiting. Then as I push just a little further, I find it—the swollen, spongy tissue of her g-spot. Giving it a single caress of the pad of my finger has her hips bucking up and her husky voice swearing as she begs for more, her inner muscles flexing to prevent me from leaving. It’s a feeling that shoots right to my dick, making me twitch and leak even more as I huff a quick breath to steady myself against her sweat misted inner thigh.

Slowly bringing myself back from the edge, I pump my finger in and out, continuing to pet, caress, and tap along that spot, my attention to it making her pussy soak my hand. Completely pulling free of her, she begins to whimper until I replace my mouth on her clit. While I suck and lick, I wrap my hand around my dick, squeezing and pulling up towards the head, to make more of my own arousal flow, the feel of her warm slick along my shaft making me moan and my balls draw up in my sac as heat bleeds through the base of my spine.

With us mixed together, I return my fingers to her cunt and start working a second one in. Once I’m fully inside, I alternate the direction of my scissoring digits, stretching and preparing her plush walls for my cock. And as she grows even more aroused, her pussy beginning to flutter with impendingrelease, I redouble the efforts of my tongue on her clit. Adding a third finger, her already tight walls, puffy with need, restrict my movements so I can only rub and apply pressure, stimulating her begging nerves from both the outside and in with tandem touches.

Twisting in the bed above me, Scarlet chants incoherently, her fingers plucking, pinching, and pulling on her nipple while her hips hump my face to chase her release and work me deeper inside her, her other hand gripping my hair to simultaneously bring me closer and push me away.

“Remi… I think… oh fuck… I’m close… God, I’m so close… please… please, let me come...”

I don’t think she hears me urge her on because the moment I speak against her clit, she shatters with a scream of my name, her thighs snapping closed and constricting so I’m forced to stay exactly as I am as she rides her orgasm out, her body exquisite as she squirts for me, soaking my face, hand, and the covers. I eagerly begin to lick her clean, my tongue lapping through every fold and crevice between her clit and ass while my fingers continue to work that glorious little spot inside her until she’s coming down in a languid heap, panting and shivering as her body grows sensitive.

Pulling my fingers free as she lazily bats at my wrist, I shift back to a full squat and give her opening a featherlight kiss in parting. Smiling from between her thighs as I drink in her debauched glow, flushed body, and rapidly rising chest as she tries to catch her breath, I suck my fingers clean.

“God, that is so hot.”

“Mmm,” I hum, rising up and crawling over her. “I think it might just be better than the buttercream. Definitely far sweeter.”

“Impossible.”

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