Page 86 of Big Daddy

She places her hands at her sides, fingertips lost in red rose petals.

With one hand still holding her hair off her face, I curl the other at the base of my cock, dragging my head along the curve of her lips, leaving them glistening.

“Lick your lips,” I tell her, watching her eyes flutter closed as she discovers the precum I gifted her. “Now open up.”

Her eyes trained on mine as I slide my cock onto her tongue has me clenching my ass. “Fuck, baby, you are so hot.”

Her lips seal around my length, color draining from my knuckles as I intensify my grip, pushing her down. Her gurgles and gasps have my balls thrumming. Up and down, I move her head on my cock until it feels too damn good. Pulling her off, I place my palms on either side of her face, resting my thumbs on the hollows of her cheeks. “Ready?” I ask, her eyes still on mine. She nods and I thrust my hips forward, plunging my cock deep into her tight little throat.

“Mmm,” she coos around my cock, saliva threading between her bottom lip and the floor, turning the bright petals the color of wine. Fucking hot.

I work my hips and keep my eyes on her as she blinks up at me, tears running free as she sucks me, letting me fuck her throat. “Fuck, baby,” I groan, pulling her off my dick because I need a break.

She smirks up at me. “I never thought I’d want to be anyone’s slut, but now I think I’d die if I couldn’t be yours.” Holy fuck. In forty-eight years, no one has ever told me they’d die if they couldn’t be my slut and misogyny be damned, hearing her say that is fucking hot.

Bending down, my cock sticking out like a flag pole, I yank her off the ground and make my way through the sea of roses to the kitchen counter where I set her down. She opens her legs for me, her saliva from sucking me glistening on her tits.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I tell her, lining my cock up at her soaked entrance. God she’s drenched for me, and it makes my chest tighten at the sight. I plunge deep inside of her, our groans of relief commingling as I tip her back and suck her bare breast into my mouth. Even in a sheen of sweat she tastes sweet, like cherries and vanilla.

Winnie’s back arches as my hips rove between her spread legs, and nothing has ever felt so right. I’ve never been so deep.

“Fuck,” I groan, thrusting, thrusting, moaning. “You feel so perfect. You’re so fucking tight.”

Her ankles link at my tailbone as she lifts her head off the counter, roses stuck in her hair, her cheeks flush from arousal and exertion. I knew fucking in these roses would be goddamn perfect.

“Tight for you Big Daddy,” she whimpers, adding, “but so empty. I’m so, so empty.” I bring my face to hers, leaving her breast for the time being. I could suck them all day I swear to God.

“Say that again,” I tell her, my voice hoarse and rough.

“I’m so empty,” she moans, wiggling her cunt down on my cock as I attempt to give myself a minute. “I hope you fill me up. I hope you put a baby in me, Big Daddy.” She drags her tongue along the curve of my earlobe, sending fire down my spine, my balls fucking pounding.

Standing up straight, my hair falling over my eyes, sticking in the sweat on my brow, I thrust into her, memorizing the sight of her bare body engulfed in roses. Her tits bounce with each thrust, plucky little nipples staring back at me, begging me to return to them. But I keep fucking her with my eyes on hers, loving the way she boldly holds eye contact.

Her breathing intensifies as her nostrils flare, and once her eyes flutter closed I know I’ve got her right there. Another thrustand she’s clenching all around me, her wet pussy milking my cock for everything she can get.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, grabbing her breasts as she orgasms, electricity snaking through me at the feel of her. “Fill me up, Big Daddy,” she breathlessly begs, “please. Please, oh god, please,” she cries.

“Here it comes,” I groan as I clench my stomach and slow my strokes, glancing down at the place where my body infiltrates hers. The trunk of my cock is coated in cream, and the sight of her cum on my cock sends me over the finish line. “Take it, Winnie, take all of it,” I groan as the first shot tears out of me. She bites her lip as the second and third shots flood her walls and channel, and I start to move my hips, fucking it into her as I fill her more and more.

“Take it and keep it, you want to, don’t you? You’re my little cum slut, aren’t you, Win? Hmm?” I whisper, sliding my hands to her inner thighs, keeping her spread wide as I shove the last of my load deep inside her fertile cunt.

She only hums, propping herself up onto her elbows to peer down where we connect. The trunk of my cock throbs, bobbing gently as I empty myself into her entirely. Reaching down, she strokes the base of my cock before bringing her fingers to her lips, pushing them onto her tongue with a soulful moan.

“Fuck, Win,” I exhale, still slowly pumping because I never want to leave this warm, tight heaven. “You look beautiful in these roses.”

I can’t help but loop one of her curls around my finger, giving it a tug.

“You like sucking my tits,” she says, gripping me as she slowly scoots back, taking me out of her. Cum spills onto the rose petals, splashing up her thighs and onto the counter. There’s so much of it that she laughs.

“It was a long week,” I comment.

“I noticed when you came all over my office floor.” She cocks a brow as she slowly starts working my softening, sticky cock.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my brain still woozy from the incredible afternoon and intense and beautiful orgasm. Never thought an orgasm could be beautiful but this one… watching her writhe in an ocean of vibrant rose petals. Fuck me.

She releases me, scooting back further, a salacious smile twisting her lips. She places her bare feet on the counter, moving her toes through the cum that spilled between us.

“Giving you the Winnie Collins special,” she teases, extending her legs to bring her feet to each side of my cock.

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