Page 28 of Hard Bounty

He spent time on her lips, unable to pull away, until they were both desperate for air. While letting her recover, he turned his attention elsewhere.

His hands worked quickly as he undressed her. She went along with his leading, lifting off the bed slightly and raising her arms so that he could free her of the nightgown. He tossed the garment aside and then kissed her lips again before moving down her neck and to her shoulders.

His hand slipped lower, searching in the darkness until it found a bare, warm thigh. He caressed it, moving his palm up and down. When she arched her back and gasped, he kissed her again.

And again.

He’d heard of people getting addicted to those potions served in those opium parlors—people who couldn’t get enough of the stuff, consumed with their need for more.

That’s how he felt now. He could see himself getting addicted to this sweet girl, unable to ever quit her.

His lips were on her neck and shoulders again, and she was writhing beneath him, crying out in ecstasy.

He couldn’t stop there. No, he was almost deranged with cravings.

He moved lower, kissing her breasts and sucking in on her nipples. He alternated between the two. She moaned and arched her back more.

His hand continued to explore her body. He stopped on her mound, pressed in slightly and kneaded the sensitive area, then went even lower until his finger felt her sodden lips.

Mmm. His little girl was so wet.

But he didn’t just want to feel her.

He had totasteher.

He kissed a trail down her stomach and then positioned himself between her legs. Flicking his tongue across her slit, he closed his eyes and savored that first taste. It was all he could do to keep from losing control and ravishing her right then. But he wanted to draw this out, to make her beg and plead and need him just as badly as he needed her.

So, he took his time and kissed and licked. Her moans grew louder. Her legs parted as far as they could. She ran a hand through his hair as she called his name.

All the while, John savored her.

Mary cried out in bliss, her body shaking and trembling, and her hands now gripping the sheets, balling them up, and tugging on them.

“Oh, Daddy,” she purred. “I need it!”

He smiled, kissing her inner thighs, licking the sweet juices from them.

He couldn't hold out any longer. He began to ravish her, feasting upon her feminine treasure as if he was a starving man given a grand, royal dinner.

"Daddy! Daddy!" she cried.

Her pussy gushed, dousing his face, and feeding his frenzy. She came hard, fluttering her legs like butterfly wings as she rode his tongue.

"Oh...Daddy," she gasped.

He gave her pussy one last kiss, savored the flavor, and then sat up, looking down as he appraised her.

That little cutie was a wreck! She was ready for him, but he decided to prolong the pleasure and made his way back up her body with his lips, taking a detour at her breasts. She moaned again as he sucked her nipples. Her whole body gyrated.

He had her right where he wanted her. That sweetie was in for it.

Once he was face-to-face with her, her eyes were only half open, and she was still panting.

She seemed to be only on the verge of consciousness, but she wasn’t out of this yet. Her arms snaked around him and pulled him in for another kiss.

And another.

She pushed on him. He didn’t resist. Soon, she was rolling him over and straddling him.

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