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“More what?”

She groans when I flatten my tongue and lick up her calf, tasting her skin and the soap from last night’s shower. When Ireach the back of her knee, she tries to pull away from me on a tinkling laugh that escapes her lips.

“H.”

“Does that tickle, princess?” I ask, holding her leg harder to keep her from taking it away from me. “Or does it feel good?”

“Both.”

“May I continue?”

“Do I have a choice?” She asks, opening her eyes and looking down at me on my knees between her legs.

“More than you realize.”

“Then why keep me tied up and down here if I have a choice?”

“You have the say in what I do to you and with you. I will not force you to accept my touch. But I’m sorry, you’re mine, and that’s not a decision you can make, I’ve already made it for you.”

“You’re really fucked up in the head aren’t you?”

“Again, princess, more than you realize.” I snort, returning my lips and tongue back to her, licking up her inner thigh and getting no denial from her. “Now eat or I stop.”

“Oh no, what ever will I do?” She laughs, but grabs the back of my head, pressing my face into her inner thigh.

“That’s my girl.”

The sound of the fork hitting the plate rattles in the background as I kiss and lick her creamy thighs, paying special attention to touching everything except her most intimate partsas I slide my hand up and under the leg of my boxer shorts she’s wearing.

“H.” She moans, sliding herself down, begging for me to advance my caresses and licks upwards.

“Patience my dear. Keep eating, you’ll need your strength.”

With a huff she goes back to eating, and I can feel her relax under me as she chews and swallows. The occasional groan of pleasure comes from her, and before I know it, she’s polished off the whole plate and is practically panting under my kisses.

“Lift.” I command her, tapping her hip, and pulling down the boxers.

Sliding them down her shapely legs, I toss them up to her, so they hit her in the face. She rips them away and throws them on her pillows, laying back and spreading her legs like a hungry whore.

“Please Hedeon.”

“Shhh princess.” I shush her, licking to the crease between her thigh and her mound.

She’s damp, the skin already slick in the anticipation of my tongue and all it can do for her. I can smell it, the arousal pooling between her pussy lips. It’s sweet and musky, and it makes my mouth water.

“Oh God.” She croons as I sweep my tongue through her slit, gathering up her juices and sucking them into my mouth.

I may have tasted her on my fingers before, but right from the tap is something beyond exquisite as it coats my tongue and lips.

“Fuck Lily.”

“Yes fuck. Fuck me with your tongue.”

With a quick swat, I slap her outer thigh, my palm cracking against her skin, making her squeal, then moan lowly as the pain morphs into a warmth that spreads through her milky skin, pinking it up.

“Do good girls tell me what to do? Hmmm baby girl?” I correct her, pulling my mouth from her cunt, until all she can feel from me is my breath wafting across her wet flesh.

“No.”

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