Page 44 of Sinful Skulls
My left hand covers hers as she continues to stroke me. I wrap her hair in my right one, and then gently begin inching her face toward my dick.
“Stick your tongue out,” I order when she’s close.
Daisy instantly obeys.
“Lick me right here.” I tap the end of my cock with my finger as we reach the top. Our hands slide back to the base as she leans forward and does exactly as I fucking asked.
“Fuuuuck.” My fingers tighten in her hair, and I squeeze her hand beneath mine, holding her still.
Her tongue continues to tease my tip, and fuck she’s not shy about it.
I pull her head away, watching her lick her lips.
When I’m certain I’m not going to blow my load, I begin to move our hands again. It becomes a game between her tongue and our hands, which one is going to take me out.
She’s in no rush.
I release her hair, to slide my hand under her panties, rubbing between her legs. She shoves the entire tip of my cock into her mouth as I get my fingers nice and wet. She’s drenched. I pause our hands again as she takes the head of my cock into her mouth.
“Your mouth is heaven,” I praise.
She makes a mewling sound. One thing I’ve learned is she loves to please me, and praise is one of her kinks.
I shove her underwear down her thighs, pinning her legs together. A few more dips in her sweet pussy, and then I move to her ass. The way she stops breathing makes me hesitate, my fingertip pausing over her backdoor.
“Do you need to use your safe word?” I ask.
Her breath comes out in short little pants over my dick, but at least she’s breathing.
I lightly rub my finger over her tight little hole. She shivers and then pushes back against my hand in permission.
“More?”
“Yes,” she pauses. “Yes, sir.”
I slide in, stopping at the first knuckle, and she drops her head, sucking me into her mouth.
Oh fuck. She’s going to town now in an attempt to suck my soul from my body. That or she’s hoping the quicker I come, the sooner my finger will be removed from her ass.
I release her hand to grab the back of her hair, pulling her off. “That’s not how this works,” I gently scold her. “I set the pace.”
I hold her hair, keeping her head bowed over my cock, and then I slide to the second knuckle. Her breathing picks up, and she begins to rock.
“Stay still,” I warn. My finger moves in and out of her slowly. “I bet your pussy is soaking wet, isn’t it?”
When she doesn’t answer me, I pull my finger out and smack her hard on the ass.
She cries out. “Yes, yes it’s wet.”
“Soaking wet?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to stick my cock in it?”
The way she groans makes me smile.
I release her hair, but I keep her on all fours. I move behind her, and bump against her ass a few times, gripping her hips tightly. “Fuck you have the perfect ass.” I slip my finger all the way in as I roll a condom on, and she drops her head to the mattress.
