Page 51 of The Southern Submission

“Please, I need you to fuck me,” she begs, her eyes beseeching as she pulls me closer to her.

Twenty-six

Payton

Ainsley begging me to fuck her is beautiful.

I take that as all the invitation I need. I grip her perfect ass in my hands and pull her flush against me as I crash my mouth down on her soft pink lips, teasing them and making her work for the deep kiss I keep just out of reach. I bite her bottom lip playfully and she moans, her tongue swiping out, looking for mine. I finally meet it, tasting her and feeling all the want and need surge again. It takes so little for me to lose myself in this woman. One taste and I’m gone for her.

I want to see her naked, spread out under me, to trace every line of her body, to feel each dip and curve of her. My fingers tangle in the hair at her nape and pullgently. She groans, her tight body rocking down on my cock, which gets harder with each touch and kiss. Her fingers fist in the neck of my shirt and she pulls, gathering the material and yanking it off until we have to separate. I toss the shirt on the floor and return my mouth to her neck as her fingers trace over my skin, sending shivers of longing racing through me. I love it when she touches me.

I trace kisses along her collarbone and down the neck of her tank top to the swell of her breasts as I inhale the sweet vanilla scent of her that gets me fucking high. I groan with my face between her tits, my tongue swiping out and licking along her skin, tasting what I’ve only imagined, and it’s as sweet as I hoped. Her fingers are in my hair, holding me right where I want to be. I slide my hands up her ribs, lifting her tank top and pulling it over her head, my hands returning to her waist as she shivers and I trace the sides of her breasts. I hook my thumb in the material of one cup and pull it down, letting her tit pop out into my waiting mouth to swirl my tongue around her dusky pink nipple that’s so tight. She’s a perfect handful, just enough for me to suck and bite and make her feel so fucking good, given the way she’s rocking in my lap and the sounds coming from her mouth. I unclasp her bra and pull it away, her arms untangling eagerly.

I pull back to take her in, savoring the moment I get to see her bare tits with her pink nipples straining for attention, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders and shining around her in the golden afternoon light that slants in through the windows. She’s a fucking dream.

“Why’d you stop?” she pants, her lips red and puffy from kisses, her eyes heavy-lidded and needy, but there’s hesitation on her face. I need to replace that right the fuck now and ensure she knows she’s safe, treasured, wanted.

“I’m deciding what I like most about your gorgeous body, my perfect little fucktoy. These perky tits with the most delicious nipples I’ve ever tasted that I want to see covered in cum, or the cunt I haven’t even explored yet but know I’m going to worship with my mouth as soon as I get these shorts off.”

Her eyes close and her whole body rocks with a tremor as she moves in my lap. I smile at the visceral reaction my words have on her. She really is so perfect, and God does she like dirty talk. She scoots off my lap and stands, her hands coming to her shorts to pop the button and unzip them slowly. I lean back on my hands and watch with a smile as she shimmies the shorts over her hips and stands in her blue cotton panties in between my spread knees.

“My shorts are off. Now what, Daddy?” she asks, a taunt in her tone. Ah, my bratty baby girl is here to play.

“Show me how wet you are, Princess. Slip your fingers in your panties and touch your needy pussy.”

She slowly slips her hand down the front of her panties and cups herself. Seeing the outline of her fingers and knowing she’s feeling her arousal that I’m dying to taste has me aching for her. She withdraws her hand just as slowly, her middle finger glistening, and I groan at the sight of it.

“You’re soaked, baby,” I growl.

She nods and holds her hand out for me. I take it, slip her finger into my mouth, and suck it clean, groaning at the taste of her. That’s all it takes. One taste of her pussy off her fucking finger and I’m dying to have her. I lean forward to pull her panties down her legs until she steps out of them and take her hips in my hands so I can shift her onto the bed.

“Um, this hasn’t worked before, but you’re welcome to try,” she says breathily from the pillows as I kiss down her stomach toward the most alluring pussy I’ve come across. I’ve thoughtabout this exact moment with my hand wrapped around my cock so many times over the past month, and none have done it justice. Her pussy is pink and gorgeous, groomed and glistening with need, ready for me.

“Are you saying you’ve never had an orgasm from being eaten out properly, or that no one took the time to do it right?” I kiss along her hip bones and into the crease of her leg, bite her inner thigh, and suck until she gasps.

“It’s always been an uncomfortable experience.”

She sucks in a breath as I lick her from slit to clit with a groan before moving to her other leg and kissing her hip.

“What was uncomfortable?”

“I couldn’t get there, no matter how hard they tried. It was too soft, just not enough.”

“The boys you were with before were amateurs. I’m going to show you how a man pleases his Princess. You’ll forget every other before me. This pussy is mine. Say it for me, my perfect little cumslut,” I command, moving up to where a little blonde landing strip points me exactly where I want to spend the rest of my days. I eat pussy like it’s a sport, but for Ainsley’s sweet snatch, it’ll be the fucking Olympics and I’m going for gold.

“This pussy is yours, Daddy.” Her voice is a breathy plea as she writhes against me.

Fuck, that sounds good. I trace my fingers up her legs and grip her hips. I kiss back down her pussy and bury my tongue inside her, tasting her sweetness and groaning in pleasure. I point my tongue to lap at her entrance greedily while she writhes, but she’s not letting go completely. She’s probably in her head, worried about something that shouldn’t be an issue. I want her to lose herself in the moment with me, to feel every ounce of pleasure I can wring from her body.

“Fuck, you taste so good. Ainsley, baby, I’ve neverwanted anything more than I want your pussy in my mouth. You’re so goddamn perfect. This is the prettiest pussy I've ever seen. Every part of you is incredible.” I’m delirious with desire, caught up in what craving her does to me. I drop my mouth back to her center and feast, feeling her relax at my praise.

She squirms and I press her body into the bed with my forearm and reach for a nipple, stroking and mounding her breast in my hand before rolling the tight bud in my fingers. I suck her clit and slip a finger inside her. She gasps and her pussy tightens around me as I caress her. God, she feels so good and it’s only one fucking finger. What’s she going to feel like on my cock? I slip a second finger in and stroke her rhythmically, pressing into her spot and feeling it swell with each pass while I continue to suck and flick at her clit, pinch and roll her nipple. I’m dexterous and used to multitasking. This is nothing.

I find a pace she seems to like, feeling how her body responds. I listen to the noises she makes, paying attention to the way her nipples tighten and her skin flushes, what makes her eyes close, and the way her back arches and toes dig into my sides, and I do more of that. This moment is seared into my brain, the memory one for the ages as the best fucking pussy I’ve ever eaten and the woman writhing under me the best fucking thing to come from a chance encounter.

“Oh, I’m close.” Ainsley gasps, her hips rolling into my face, and I let her ride it out as she holds her breath just before she gets there. She’s still struggling to maintain control, not wanting to relinquish it, desperate to keep her walls in place despite all we’ve accomplished to get here.

“Let go, baby,” I command, dropping my mouth back to suck her clit, pressing into her G-spot with my fingers hard enough to nearly lift her off the bed, and she finally breaks, releasing the death grip she has on her control and going wildin my arms.

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