Page 11 of CurVy Baby

I stare up at him, dressed in his suit, sleeves folded at his elbows, forearm veins protruding, cock thrumming against my tongue, brows weaved above hooded eyes, mouth open, panting—pleasure a blanket across his expression.

Watching him come down from his orgasm, I lick him clean and squirm. Needy.

“You did such a good job on Daddy’s cock.” He lifts his head and tucks his cock back inside his pants but leaves the tails of his belt open. “Now, crawl to the bed in the centre of the room, climb on it, and lie on your back. I need to reward you. I can smell your discomfort on my carpet, and I need to taste it, too.”

This time, I crawl towards the bed and climb on without hesitation, remembering, “Daddy will decide if you’re sexy or not.” I tell my mind it isn’t up to me to judge. It isn’t my decision whether he finds me sexy—it is his. My shoulders loosen. Weight lifts.

I lie on my back, setting my hands on my belly.

He walks over to the foot and stops.

I hold my breath.

“Spread your thighs. Show me your soaking wet pussy. The one my brothers like to fuck and lick.”

His words send a shiver through me.

Hairs rise along my skin as I plant my feet on the mattress and spread my thighs for him. I don’t lift my head to see him. I stare at the ceiling and pant, nerves making the air thick and hard to inhale.

“You want to know if you’re sexy, Baby Girl?”

“Yes, please, Daddy,” I admit, realising I need to hear it.

“You have an obscenely sexy figure, round in all the ways I like, with a wet, tight, puffy pussy. Exactly what Daddy wants.” My core clutches, forcing moisture to slide down my thighs. “Now, that’s a lovely reaction to my words.”

Kneeling at the end of the bed, he reaches between my legs and drags my hips to the end of the mattress. The cool air becomes a wet, warm mouth on my pussy. I moan, thanking God for his mouth. Dexter licks in an exploratory way, rolling his tongue between each crease, feeling the folds and valleys. He hums when I shiver, a small stream sliding from inside me. After his gentle licks subdue me, washing me with warmth from my tippy-toes to my forehead, he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“Oh!”

I push further into the mattress.

“Oh, Daddy.”

My leg jerks by his face, and he catches it, only to trace the length with his fingers to my hip and back to my ankle. It’snice.The gentle caress, paired with the relentless suction, washes me into pleasure. I wriggle around his face, coming to the perfect balance of intensity and peace. Smiling, my orgasm continues softly, a lovely butterfly of pleasure that tingles in my nerves.

I am rolling with a pool of warm desire in my core, sloshing and wonderful when he stands and removes his clothing. My eyes want to close and feel but, seeing this powerful enigma of a man slowly removing his shirt and pants, revealing long, lean muscles, is too addictive a vision to ignore.

He crawls over me, threading an arm under my waist, aiding him as he drags me up the bed with him. Our lips are so close. He leans in and feathers my mouth, sharing gentle wisps of air. Then, his tongue bridges the gap. Licks. I moan at his taste, coffee, mint,me.I spread my legs for him, and he pushes inside me and. I. Damn. Cry. Out.

I need this pressure. Stretch. “Oh,yes.”

“Fuck, Baby Girl. Your cunt is wild.”

I realise I am squeezing and clenching and demanding, crazed for more, just more… But then I stop.

“Wait,” I say against his lips. “You should know. I’m not on birth control anymore. We took it out.”

His lips slide out. “Are you ovulating, Baby Girl?”

“Yes. I should start tonight or tomorrow.”

“And you want a baby?”

“We were going to…” I pause. “Try-to-not-try.”

“Let’s get Daddy’s cum inside you then,” he growls with a wild upward thrust, knocking me towards the bed frame. I grab his muscular shoulders, feeling them roll with tension and delight as he starts to really move.

Oh. My. God.

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