Page 227 of Papa's Bébé
Flick. Flick. Flick.
She couldn’t help but thrust her hips up, needing more. A groan of frustration escaped her as he stilled.
Smack!
His hand landed on her pussy and she whimpered. “Please. Please.”
“Such a naughty girl. I can see this isn’t working. You need more.” He lifted her off his lap and settled her next to him.
Then he drew his pants down, revealing his thick, long cock. She licked her lips. She wanted to taste him.
“Look at you staring at my dick so hungrily. You want him in your mouth?”
She nodded eagerly.
“Hmm, I’m not sure you deserve that,” he murmured. “Only good girls get to suck cock.”
That seemed rude.
“I am a good girl.”
He actually laughed at that as he took his pants completely off. “Not all the time. But that’s okay. Even good girls are naughty. Get on your knees on the floor between my legs.” He placed a cushion on her floor for her to kneel on.
“That’s it. Now you’re being a good girl. Ask me.”
Ask him?
For what?
Oh, to taste his cock?
She could feel herself going bright red, but she swallowed and found her courage. “Please can I have your cock in my mouth.”
“You can do better than that,” he said in a deeply decadent voice. “Ask me for my cock. Beg me.”
“Please, please let me taste you,” she begged. “I need your cock in my mouth. Please.”
“That’s better. Such a good girl for me. Open your mouth and put out your tongue.”
She quickly did as ordered and he slid forward and grasped hold of his dick around the base of the shaft. Then he tapped the head on her tongue before sliding his cock into her mouth.
She closed her mouth around his dick. She didn’t have a lot of experience doing this and she wanted it to be good for him.
“That’s it,” he told her. “Keep your lips tight around my shaft and suck on me. Good girl. You’re doing so well.”
He slid his cock in and out of her mouth a few times. Then he drew it out, breathing deeply. She pouted up at him.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep sucking on me like that.”
“You mean I was good at it?” she asked with a hopeful look.
“Spitfire, you were so good at it.”
She smiled at him. “Yay.”
He let out a laugh. “Yes. Yay.”
Maybe she was being a bit of a goof. But she didn’t care. He drew her up onto his lap again, turning her so she was facing away from him. Her knees were bent, her feet tucked in against his ass. He slid her down slowly onto his cock.
