Page 24 of Stalked By the Cornerback

“Baby,” I groaned. Her eyes widened, and then I saw it. A naughty, sneaky little smile. My sweet shortcake had a bratty side. One I was more than happy to explore. “You keep sucking daddy’s thumb like that, he’s going to give you something bigger to put between those perfect lips.”

She didn’t pop the digit out of her mouth. No, my little tempting morsel sucked on my thumb harder, pulling it between her lips. The suction shot through me, straight to my balls as they started to draw up tight. “Fuck, Mattie,” I rumbled as my free hand, stroked the line of her spine.

“Please,” she whispered around my thumb, and I knew we were long past the line of no return.

“Fine,” I gritted, and she let go of my thumb with a pop. She crawled off my lap and moved to my right side. When I glanced at her, Mattie watched me, waiting for me to undo my pants, and something came over me.

“You want it?” I asked, shocked at the tone of my voice. She nodded, and my dick leaked. Fuck, she looked so happy at the idea of taking my dick. She didn’t even have to suck it for me. I was pretty sure if she touched it, stroked it once, I’d be going off like a damn bottle rocket. Just the thought had me setting my hands at my sides and resting my head against the wall.

“Take me out, baby,” I muttered, breathing in through my nose and exhaling slowly through my mouth. “Take daddy out of his pants.” My chest rose and fell heavily. Almost like I couldn’t figure out how to breathe when she scurried about and her hands undid the button of my pants and slowly unzipped me. My cock sprung out, and she looked at it with her eyes wide and greedy, the heat of her hand next to my cock but not touching it. The little minx looked up at me with an innocent blue-eyed gaze.

“What now?” she asked breathily, and my nose flared.

“You telling me you’ve never sucked a dick before?” She blinked at my crude words. Then slowly shook her head. I could see it even in the darkness that cloaked the room; the only light was a slight sliver of moonlight that filtered through from the slight crack in the curtains in her room.

“Is that okay? I mean, you might not—” I wasn’t going to let her finish that fucking sentence.

“Lean down and kiss it,” I rasped. “Kiss the tip, lick it. There is nothing you could do I wouldn’t like, baby.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, and I didn’t miss the slight weariness in her eyes.

“Positive,” I rasped. Her eyes sparkled like I had given her some kind of treasure. She licked her lips, leaving them glossy before I lost sight of her.

My girl bent over me, and my brain went haywire with visual and sensation overload. Her ass curved up, and the tips of her fingers touched the underside of my shaft. So soft and warm, close enough for me to feel her breath on my dick. My toes curled, and a deep guttural sound escaped from me.

“Mattie,” I moaned the moment her lips lightly pressed against the crown of my cock. I watched with a hooded gaze as her little pink tongue poked out and she swiped the bead of fluid that had pearled on top.

“Fuck,” I panted, trying to keep still. My hands clenched the sheet below me in an attempt not to touch her. To not grip her hair and wrap it around my fist to push her pretty mouth down on my dick and have her deepthroat me.

She looked up at me, and our eyes connected right at the moment when those plush lips wrapped around the tip, and I didn’t see another thing. Nothing. I couldn’t. My eyes shut as I soaked in the feeling of her mouth. Taking me in an inch then two. Then her pretty, little tongue started to move, and I clenched the sheets even tighter.

My ass clenched as she took me. Licking my cock and then sucking it. Her mouth was heaven, and I was about to die. Right there. On her bed. She might not have had experience, but she was a fucking natural.

“Am I doing it right?” she asked, turning her head to look at me.

“Yes,” I said, my voice hoarse. She smiled, and I felt it at the base of my spine, and my damn heart. She chewed on her bottom lip as her gaze skated to my hands. “What is it, baby? What do you need?” I asked, and she blinked.

“Nothing, I just…” She chewed on that lip again, and I pulled her close to me, the tips of my fingers under her chin.

“What is it?”

“It’s just, I mean, I’ve never… but I mean, I’ve watched, and I was just wondering…” She shivered, and my brows drew together. Fucking hell, how was she this perfect? My balls drew tight with anticipation. “I’ve watched clips of this, and, well, I was wondering… your hands… you’re not touching me. Is there a reason?”

“Baby—”

“You sure I was doing it right?”

“Baby, you’re doing too damn well,” I admitted, not giving a shit about how much it made me sound like a one-pump chump.

“Really?” Her voice perked up, and she dropped her attention back to my dick. Her hand wrapped around my cock, and I glanced down.

“Shit,” I cursed, taking in the sight. She stroked me up and down. Her soft palm glided easily with the saliva from her mouth. “Mattie.”

“You made me feel good so many times. Please let me,” she whispered, and I nodded. Unclenching my hand, I stroked her hair, and she smiled up at me like I had just handed her the world instead of the other way around.

My shortcake leaned back down and went right back to giving my cock attention. My fingers stroked her soft hair as she bobbed her head up and down. Closing her mouth around me, she sucked on me, and my eyes felt like they were ready to cross.

“Shit,” I panted. I had no idea what she did, but her tongue rolled around me, sliding around my width. My breath shuttered. “Mattie,” I groaned, deeply. “Baby girl,” I growled.

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