Page 34 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he rumbles. His fingers pull the neckline of my dress down even further, revealing my black lacy bra. I may not have put on any of the lingerie he bought me, but I brought some of my own to wear.
“How much do you like the clothes you’re wearing?”
I giggle.
“I really like my dress, but the rest of the outfit I’m not too attached to.”
“Okay,” he growls before ripping the front of my bra, letting it fall to the side. The cold air hits my nipples, and I take a deep breath. Nash swirls his tongue around one tit, slowly tasting me. I bring my hands to his shoulders, digging my fingernails in as he sucks on me. My breathing picks up as Nash’s tongue goes faster and faster.
He pulls my dress down my body until it’s off. He takes the remnants of my bra and tosses it aside with my dress. I’m left in my panties, looking up at Nash who is fully clothed. I pull at the hem of his shirt, trying to take it off, but failing. Nash does it for me, revealing his perfect chest. I run my hands up and down his body, loving the hard ridges of his abs.
“You’re amazing,” I sigh. Nash softly chuckles before going down my body, kissing as much of my skin as he can come into contact with before reaching the top of my panties. Slowly, he peels them off my body, taking the last of my clothing away. I’m slightly shy being so open and lush before him, but his mouth skims the tops of my thighs, slowly going back and forth.
“You’re decadent,” he whispers against me. He moves closer and closer to my center. “You’re delicious.” He kisses my skin again. “You’re perfect.” My pussy is so wet, it’s dripping on to the felt of the table and probably ruining it.
But all thoughts rush out of my head when his lips touch my folds. His tongue explores, going around in circles while licking the succulent pinkness. I grip the edges of the table, using it to keep myself from fully falling off as hot jolts race through my sweetest spot.
“Oh!” is my delighted mewl.
Nash keeps going, flicking my clit with his tongue.
“Oh my god,” I shudder. There’s no let up as his mouth latches onto my sensitive bud, sucking on me for dear life.
“Nash!” I scream. He goes harder and harder, not giving me any breaks. My body twists and turns, tying itself into knots. My ass lifts off the table as ecstatic pleasure surges through my body.
I don’t think I’m even saying words at this point. It’s wanton wails that fill up the entire room. My thighs squeeze his neck as I try to keep any part of my body grounded, but it’s futile. I explode off a peak, juicing hotly onto Nash’s face while my folds tremble and spasm. Another long, guttural wail escapes from my throat as I secrete hotly, my nectar so sweet.
Finally, the waves start to subside, and my body starts to come back to Earth. I take long, shuddery breaths as I try and calm down. Nash climbs back onto the pool table, holding his body over mine with a satisfied yet hungry look on his face.
A knuckle of his finger skims down my cheek.
“You’re so beautiful.” He passionately kisses me while positioning the head of his leaking shaft at my entrance. Resting his forehead on mine, Nash touches his nose to mine.
Then slowly, he slides into me, each and every ridge and bump pressing into my walls. He’s so huge that I moan a bit, stretching for him.
“Perfection,” he whispers. He keeps going until he’s fully buried in me, up to the hilt. I hold on to him, wrapping my arms around his broad body, feeling him.
He starts moving back and forth, his long, massive rod filling me up. I rock with him, bending my leg and wrapping it around his body.
“Do you like my cock? Do you want more?” I nod, mewling. Everything about him is amazing. The way he feels inside of me, on top of me, next to me. I can’t think clearly when we’re together like this.
“Don’t stop, Nash. Don’t stop!” He moves his pelvis fast, cutting into my body with quick, sharp movements. My nails scratch his back, wanting to meld myself with him.
Then our bodies come together, fusing perfectly. It’s impossible to tell where we separate. The fire in my belly grows hotter and hotter, unable to be contained. I burst around him, quivering as he makes me come for the second time tonight.
Nash is not too far behind me, spilling into me violently. There’s so much that my pussy can’t keep it all inside, and it leaks out between us, dripping to the felt table.
Satisfied for the moment, the alpha male collapses on top of me, careful not to rest all of his weight on curvy form.
I stroke his back, the sweat he accumulated from our session sliding slickly against my hand. It’s weird how much I love to touch him. I’ve never liked touching anyone or anything so much before.
“We should go upstairs,” Nash growls. He picks his body up, resting on his elbows. I keep my arms around him, not wanting to let go.
“Do you want me to go to my room?” I ask hesitantly. The first night we spent together, Nash had me sleep in his bed with him, but the circumstances were very different.
Now, I have my own room that I can go to, and he has his. I don’t want to assume too much just in case Nash isn’t feeling what I’m feeling. He looks at me thoughtfully with a dark flush across those high cheekbones.
“Doyouwant to go to your room?”
