Page 10 of CurVy Baby

I’m not ready for this man.

“I don’t actually think this is funny,” I say through more nervous laughter.Stop fucking laughing!“I don’t know why I was, erm, am laughing. I’m not sure?—”

“You do not need to fill the silence with words. Speak if you wish. I want your words when they matter. But for now…” He pushes me forward to my knees between his thighs. “Turn around. Listen, learn, and lick my cock.”

Blinking at the floor, I shuffle around to face him. With a small swallow, I peer up at the flawless man in a powerful, tailored suit.

He reaches between his thighs and touches my cheek, brushing his finger along the hot, flushing skin. “Your giggles are soothing you, Baby Girl. You will stop giggling when you relax. You will relax when you submit.”

I inhale his words and blink.

“There it is,” he purrs, leaning backwards and lifting his hips to draw my attention to the open brown-leather belt and the luscious felt covering his erection. “Make your mouth nice and warm, nice and wet for Daddy’s cock, Baby Girl.”

Immediately, my mouth waters for him. I cannot believe he can get both my holes wet just by asking.

Lifting to my knees, I reach for his top button and zipper. Reaching between the material of his underwear, I draw out his heavy cock. I have had this in my pussy, and in my hand but have not yet tasted it.

I lick my lips and lean down to show him how good I am at this, to show off. I suck the head between my lips, lathering the warm crown with saliva.

“Very good. Slow. Easy.”

I let it pop out and glare at him. “I know what I am doing! This is where I shine.”

His blue eyes dilate. Darken. “And yet, I am still telling you what to do. You’re too eager to get me off. Fast. Used to my brothers. Do as you’re told, Baby Girl. And drop that attitude, or I will use my belt on your pussy next time.”

He what?

My eyes widen. “Sorry…”

“Sorry, what?”

“Sorry…” I take a deep breath. “Daddy.”

My pussy squeezes.

Oh, I like that.

“We are in no hurry,” he groans as I lick his shaft slowly, gently tracing each long vein with my eager tongue.

I feel him reach for me while I lick, but refrain from sucking. Which now that I am conscious of it, is actually a feat. I want to suck, like a kind of anxious response, but he wants me to settle, enjoy, submit…

Closing my eyes, I feel his warm, strong fingers feed into my hair. Brush through the blonde strands.

“You can be more than one thing, Baby Girl. You were right. You are enough woman for us all. You can be Tyler’s playmate, Donnie’s wife, and my baby girl. You’re so important to my family. You will keep us together. We have never been together, not since we were children.”

He widens his knees, and I press my breasts to the sofa, calm and content between them.

“That’s very good. Now suck the crown of Daddy’s cock. Nice and slow. Roll it around between your lips. Show Daddy how good he tastes.”

I squirm against the effect of his raspy utterance. Doing as I am told. I mouth the swollen, flushed head, and his cock jerks between my lips.

“Yes.” He shuffles forward and uses his hand to direct my mouth. “Now let me take control. Your mouth is mine to use. Daddy needs you, Baby Girl, to suck the tension from his veins.” His breathing shudders out, and he begins to bob my head down slow and leisurely, over his shaft until my nose meets his neat pubic hair. A rumble fills his throat, stilling me over him while I drool around the long, thick cock channelling down my throat. My eyes snap open. He pulls me up a second before my body nearly spasms to break free. “That’s right. I know what you need.” With a small break at the smooth tip, I lick and hum. My thighs are soaked from my pussy, the flesh tingling for release, pressure, attention. Anything. I am so damn aroused.

“Daddy needs more.” He drags me down his cock again, holding me there. This time, he lifts his hips, short, deep thrusts that draw growls up his throat. “Fuck, Baby Girl. Your submission means everything to me.”

He moves, cupping my cheeks, palms clutching with dominance, and works himself inside me. Slides through the pulsing confinements of my throat, he stays deep, no more than an inch of movement in or out. He is so controlled. So all-encompassing. So gentle, yet commanding.

“Daddy.” I groan around his cock; the vibration of my helpless arousal causes his length to thicken and fill. He shudders. Tensing, directing, clutching harder at my cheeks, he comes with a deep, praise-filled groan. “Fuck. Good girl. Daddy’s very clever girl.”

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