Page 42 of Paddy

We entered the bedroom and as I predicted, Vernon sat at the lounge situated by the wall facing their bed. It was my idea to set the mood with the low light of candles instead of the bedroom lights. Pretty was already nervous, and I didn't wanther hyper focused on what she considered to be her insecurities. I shot him a nod, and he returned the gesture, giving me the okay to start. The man wanted a show. Something I wouldn't rush or bore him with repetitive acts. I started by the bed as I turned Pretty to face him. Tonight, she was the only focus.

“My sweet girl. I’ve thought about this beautiful body all bloody day. What I want to do to it,” I said, with a kiss to her neck. “How I want to kiss it.” Another kiss to her shoulder. “How I want to corrupt it,” I said with a nibble to her ear, her breathing coming in soft pants.

“Why don't we lose this robe for now so I can admire your lovely figure?” I untied the string at her waist, parting her robe to reveal an enchanting blue number of both lace and luxury. Everything had always fit her just fuckin’ right.

“Look at these beautiful tits,” I said, my palm trailing down her face to her neck. Her lush body pressed close, her soft moans and breaths begging me to go lower. Tracing the outline of her nipples beneath the fabric, they hardened under my fingertips, aching to be out of that bra.

“This skin is so precious, so soft. Do you want me to show him how you crave to be handled? Show him how you lose control when a real man fucks you?” She replied with a whimper, nodding yes, her voice nearly out of breath.

“Mmm, that's right, that's my sweet girl. Why don't you turn around for me? I want to get you closer to the bed.” She wrapped her arms around my neck as I drowned her in deep kisses and groped her body. The flickering candle lights gave her skin a soft, satin glow. Every inch of me lit up at the burning, urgent need to possess her, and I swear my cock was so hard it hurt.

“You look so beautiful; do you know that? Beautiful for me…” I unclasped the strap of her bra, freeing her beautiful tits in all their glory. The contrast of her creamy brown skin and dark nipples was nothing short of a tantalizing sight. Mymouth watered at the thought of them being between my lips as I planted rough kisses to her collarbone, fondling her breasts with playful care, and later lowering down to her soft stomach. I stayed there admiring her, feeling the vibrating tremors of her trembles when I worked my way down to her lacy knickers. Her thighs were so thick. So delectably curvy. If I was lucky enough to spend days between them, I would have considered myself a fortunate man. The way her stockings gripped her thighs wasn't just treacherous, a man like me would have gladly did a bid for them. How this man wasn't cherishing having access to all this was the world's biggest mystery.

Her perfume was doing things to me, things I could hardly resist. But even though the scent of her fragrance was nice, the musk of her need filled my nose and overloaded my senses. This close to her pussy I could already tell it was a lovely, dripping mess. Helping her step out of her knickers, I kissed her from her legs to her ankles, and through her stocking-covered toes.

“Lay down on the bed for me,” I directed, as she bit her lip and I guided her to the bed. I could feel his eyes on us, both invasive and intimidating. It wasn’t every day that you had an audience. Which is why I had planned on making the man feel useless.

“Just want to make sure my sweet girl is doing okay,” I checked in and she answered with a nod, and my lips met hers once more. Kissing her was an addiction, something so intoxicating that I was sure I could spend the whole time doing it. But my degenerate mind had other plans. Plans that involved my lips between her thighs.

“Mmm…Daddy's gonna have you lay back for him, so I can lick that sweet little cunt,” I said, with kisses to her frame. From behind me, I could hear the person watching stand, something confirmed when I saw his figure hovered over the other side of the bed to get a closer look. With a goddess like Pretty, it wassimply easy to ignore his presence, but I knew she may not love it. So, for now, I left the blindfold on.

“Mmm…I can't wait to taste you,” I warned, before diving between her luscious legs. The woman had the sexiest pussy. Plump, wet and deliciously perfect. Her nub had always greeted me with growing enthusiasm, and the nectar that dripped from her cunt was smoother than any of the finest tasting whiskey. Sucking her clit between my lips, she squirmed and wiggled at my change in rhythm, as I flattened my tongue and lapped at her proper. Covered in her juices, I played with her nipple in one hand, the other interlocked with hers.

“Do you like when I lick your pussy?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, her back arching into me as I devoured her.

“Who licks your pussy like Daddy?” I said, catching a glance at Vernon knowing I was taking a shot at his ego.

“Fuck! No one does.”

“Who makes your pussy wet like Daddy does?”

“Fuck!Only you.” Shame and desire mingled hot in my throat. There was something about the forbidden that made me thirstier for her. Savage even, matched only by an animal's hunger.

“Not even your pathetic husband?” Another jab, judging by his breathing, I was sure that one was going to sting.

“No, Daddy. You're the only one.”

“Mmm… So, I'm the only one who tastes this pussy?”

“Yes,” she cried, as I pulled her closer to me by her thighs and gave her wet pussy a harmless slap.

“Then I better be the only one, because I don't like to share what's mine.” She grabbed my hair to pull me closer, grinding against my face the way I knew she liked it.

“Oh, sweet girl, I want you to come for me,” I coaxed, as I spread her legs wider, teasing and working her folds to the pointof torment. Her body gave into the scandalous pleasure that gripped it, her delicious finish tasting delicious on my tongue. Giving her one final lick, I nuzzled the inside of her thighs, giving her lips another kiss before I moved on.

“You're such a little slut for me. Why don't you turn around and stick it out for me?” She did as I asked, the fatigue of her climax causing her to flinch from my touch. She wasn't ready for another one, but still, my fingers found themselves inside her, deep in her walls, dipping and curving, elated to be surrounded by her warmth. “This pussy is so wet. Why don't you tell Daddy why this pussy’s so wet?” I demanded, entranced with the way her cunt swallowed my fingers.

“Because you're so good at teasing me.

“Mmm…and when Daddy strikes you?” I asked, wrestling her across my lap by her juicy thighs, my palm meeting her bottom with a few light slaps. Her ass was so round, so full. Sometimes I just liked to slap it, just to watch it ripple.

“I love it when you spank me,” she admitted, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Even better when I can make it red. But you haven't been bad enough for that yet,” I said, and with no effort at all, I flipped her on her back. “Are you ready to feel that cock inside you?” I smothered her lips in a kiss, her trembling body telling me that all signs pointed to yes.

“Then I want you to do something for me.”

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