Page 29 of Grace

I nod without a sound as my hand wraps around his neck, needing him to keep me steady.

“Words, darling,” he murmurs with a small peck on my lips.

“Y–Y–Yes, sir,” I stammer.

He groans. My panties snap against my skin just before Daniel grabs them again. “Such a good girl.”

A soft moan rolls off my tongue at his praise, and he nudges my ass up with his other hand. When I move, he tugs my panties down my legs. He edges back, his gaze dropping, and my thighs threaten to close.

“Let me look at you. Let me see how pretty you are,” he instructs and rolls my panties over my ankles as he lowers to his knees. He puts my wet panties in his pocket, and his hands runup my legs again before I can ask what he’s planning to do with my stolen underwear.

“You’re doing so well, darling. Look at you,” he praises and inches closer, his eyes locked on my pussy as my chest rises and falls with every sharp breath.

My hands itch to brace on his shoulders, to hold onto something so I don’t fall over and end whatever is starting between us.

My dress rises higher, and his breath tickles over the insides of my thighs. I can feel his sharp exhale on my mound.

Daniel’s gentle, parting my pussy with his fingers as he takes me in. My heart races against my ribs as my thighs shake. Every moment of ‘almost’ ramps up the tension until I’m afraid to breathe.

“So pretty,” he whispers, and his dark eyes snap up to me. I gasp as our eyes lock, and he moves closer.

His lips part, his tongue flicks over me, and my body twitches.

“You’re being so good for me,” he praises before brushing his tongue over my clit again. “So good,” he adds as a soft whimper escapes me.

His fingers relax, his hands trail over my thighs, and he grabs onto my hips.

“Hold onto me, darling,” he orders gently, his lips grazing over my pussy.

I squirm in his grip. As much as I want him, I’m hesitant, my body frozen. I can’t look away from his face buried between my legs. His hands on my body… it’s…it’s beautiful. The porn I watched didn’t prepare me properly. It was a pale imitation of what Daniel’s giving me.

He trails his tongue over my clit, gently and slowly, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to move, closer and closer. His tongue moves harder, faster, giving me everything I didn’t knowI needed. My breathing shortens and my core tightens as my lips stay parted.

“Oh, Daniel,” I moan, and my fingers intertwine with his hair, holding him tight.

“Good girl,” he grunts.

His lips latch around my clit, and he slightly sucks in a steady rhythm—suck, release, suck, release. He doesn’t hold on long enough that it hurts. It’s just enough for my pussy to clench almost painfully, and my hips try to move away on instinct, but his hold doesn’t slacken. Neither does mine as my core swirls. With the measured strokes of his tongue and his continued sucking, I buck with him as ecstasy moves through me so fast, so high, that my entire body tenses.

“Oh… oh!” I bite my bottom lip because I’m afraid I’m going to scream. My body breaks, shatters as I hit a point where I can’t move, only ride through pleasure itself as wetness pours from me and Daniel’s touch softens but doesn’t stop.

“Keep going, darling. Ride my tongue through your orgasm,” he says and softens his teases, stretching this euphoric release as my head falls back and I try to keep him between my legs.

I always believed I'd experienced an orgasm before. Well, I was wrong. So, so wrong.

His touch slows, every move of his flat tongue softer, gentler until my orgasm ebbs. My legs spasm when he licks over my clit again. He makes a pleased sound as I fight to catch my breath.

“Darling, I’m so proud of you. You did perfectly,” he says, a smile tugging his lips up as his chin glistens from my release.

“I’m sorry, I–I–I don’t know wh—”

He stands and cups my cheeks, silencing me as he stares into my soul. “You are wonderful. You came so hard for me, just how I hoped you would.”

“Oh,” I say, my doubts fading sightly. “It never happened before.”

“You never squirted before?”

I shake my head. “I never…” I clear my throat. “It never felt like that. That… good.”

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