Page 38 of The First Day of Breeding Season
I feel like a giant feasting on a sweet maiden, breathing hard. Beastly.
But she likes it so much, I can hear that in her sweet cries.
And I feel it, in the way she shoves her panties down her hips.
I shouldn’t let her.
Ican’ttake her, not here, not like this. Not when I’ve just promised to take things slow.
Breathing hard, I roll my head against her chest. She cradles me against her breast, her fingers sinking into my damp hair, and it’s as if she urges me to look down her body.
She’s showing me how ready she is forsomething.
So fucking real, all solid lushness as I move down her torso. The crystallization of every vague fantasy I’ve ever had in the dark, holding my cock and dreaming of a woman to claim for myself.
I lick my way lower, to her curl-dusted mound, and groan at the way her pussy looks like a pretty little secret.
The sounds she makes as I kiss my way closer to that first taste of her delicate arousal are incredible.
Gasping moans. Pleas that are sweeter than birdsong.
I grip her thighs and spread her legs wider, making her hot little cunt bloom for me.
And inside, she’s glistening.
I barely recognize the feral roar as coming from me as I fall on her, pressing my face to the center of her body.
Home.
She’s so slick, so perfectly ripe and ready inside.
Mount her.
I could, I think. I could get on top of her and work my fat cock into her pussy.
But I can’t violate her any more than I have.
And this really is enough for me, just getting to eat her cunt like a whole damn meal. Sweet and salty, musky and perfect. I want to gorge myself.
What I want, though, isn’t as important as what she needs.
I say her name.
I sound desperate.
She’s breathing hard as I lift my head and hold her attention.
“Ride my face. Be shameless. Show me what feels best for you, you understand?” I stare up at her until she nods, until she knows I’m serious.
But still, she hesitates.
“I mean it,” I growl. “I want you to use me.”
She curves her fingers around my head.
I exhale against her flesh. “Yes, baby. Take what you want from me. Put my mouth where you need it.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she whispers, then pulls me into heaven.
