Page 47 of Until I Find You

Camilla’s body jerks on top of mine, her hips undulating against mine. Though we’re both wearing underwear, my cock fits into the cleft of her pussy.

I can feel its warmth. Its wetness. I need her so bad.

As I continue to bestow kisses and licks to her breasts, I tuck my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and begin tugging them down.

Camilla helps me out with that.

“Eager…” I murmur.

She giggles and tosses her panties to the side. “Yes, Daddy. Now you.” She goes for my boxers.

I grab her wrist before she can touch me. “Uh uh…not yet, baby girl.”

Her eyebrows lift. “But I–”

“Daddy’s in charge.” It’s the first time I’ve referred to myself as “Daddy”. It feels strange in my mouth, but not wrong. Not by a mile. “Say it, princess. Daddy’s in charge.”

Camilla’s eyes widen, then nods, her curls bouncing. “Daddy’s in charge.”

I’m unable to keep from grinning. “Good girl, princess. Good fucking girl. Now…” I cup her bare ass cheeks and pull. “Come sit on Daddy’s face.”

There’s no time for her to process exactly what’s happening before my face is between her legs and her beautiful, wet pussy is an inch from my mouth.

I lick her seam, circle her budding clit.

She recoils, gasping.

“No, baby girl, don’t be scared. Give it to me.”

Camilla grabs onto the headboard. Our eyes meet for a brief moment before she lowers herself down onto my face.

I sigh into her pussy as I lap at her juices, delving my tongue into her. Her sweet nectar will be all I crave for weeks after this. Beyond coffee, certainly.

Watching Camilla ride my face is a beautiful sight. Her breasts bounce as she rides my mouth, her head rolls from side to side, eyes fluttering.

And her moans. God, her moans are music.

With each passing moment, she gets more comfortable, pouring more of her weight onto me.

She doesn’t need to be scared. It doesn’t hurt me. And hell, if I die, this is the best fucking way to go.

“Oh my god, Daddy…” she whimpers.

I wrap my arms around her lower back, latching her pussy to my face. No escape.

“Daddy, please. It feels so good, you’re going to make me–”

Damn fucking right I’m going to make her. I focus all my energy on her clit, close my eyes, get lost in pleasing her.

My cock is throbbing, desperate to be touched by her.

But she comes first. She will always come first. Will make it that much more worthwhile when I finally get to sink inside this tight pussy.

For now, though, I lick and lap without stopping, until her hips jerk against me and she begins to tremble.

Camilla tips forward, burying her face in her arm, letting out a restrained groan. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m…nngh.”

I can feel every moment of her coming. She doesn’t need to tell me, but fuck her desperation is so sexy.

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