Page 30 of Praise Me: Pilot
I go down on my knees in front of her, pulling her panties down so I can get a better look at what she’s doing, my chest expanding on a groan to find that her wetness abounds. She’s a horny, dripping little sexpot, for my eyes only, my cock only,and I can’t restrain myself from licking my personal property. Relishing in the freedom of having her as mine.
Solely mine.
“Put your pretty legs over Daddy’s shoulders,” I order her, licking her essence off my lips, moaning over her unparalleled taste. “Let’s open you up.”
Tits puffing up and down with excitement, she does what she’s told, the backs of her knees molding to my shoulders. Taking a moment to revel in the texture of fragrance of her smooth, little cunt, I roll my face in it, side to side, scooping her ass up higher in two hands, pinning her hips to the door and giving her head like I’m in a fucking pie eating contest.
“Oh. Oh. Ohhhh.” I figure eight my tongue over her clit, her legs jerking closer together, muffling my hearing, before rifling open again. Keyed into her needs more than I’ve ever been aware of anything, I continue that treatment, my thumbs tickling her entrance, stretching it open, stroking the delicate flesh there, all while I draw those eights atop that delicious swollen berry, her pussy enjoying itself so much that her body starts to shake the door on its hinges. Quick little tremors that rattle the door in its frame.
It's dead silent in the room adjacent to ours.
But is it?
Because Haylo is beginning to whimper and shift against my face, her fuck hole starting to shrink against the pads of my thumbs. Her orgasm is so close—and I need it, goddammit. Food, water, Haylo’s come. Those are my three necessities now.
“Daddy,” she whispers, arching off the door. Then louder, “D-Daddy.”
The television goes on in the next room. Volume high. Pacing footsteps.
I press down harder with my tongue, growling with possessiveness that riddles my bones and always will. She reactslike a cornered wildcat, twisting and clawing at me, the wall, her pussy blessing my lips, chin and tongue with that sugary moisture, her hips undulating as she struggles through the climax, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, titties quivering like they can feel the beautiful strain between her thighs, too.
There are two sides to me now.
To the world, I’m a gentleman. A trusty pilot. Admirable.
To Haylo, I’m her loving boyfriend, her caretaker and confidante. I’m also the aggressor she didn’t know she needed. That’s the role I embody now when I slide her limp body down onto the carpeted floor in front of the adjoining door and flip her over, yanking her up onto her hands and knees.
I wrap her hair around my left fist, pulling her head back slowly while I lean forward to analyze her incredible face. Seeing that her glazed eyes are locked on the sliver of light beneath the door. The stationary shadows within.
“Still confused about who is in charge, angel?”
“No,” she whispers.
I almost believe her. She’s right on the verge of leaving the past behind and seeing only me. Only us. But these issues of hers are the kind that run deep. They can’t be solved in a matter of days. They require a firm hand and a concerted effort, both of which I’m going to give her in spades.
I unfurl her hair from around my fist and angle myself behind her, running my palm down the exquisite slope of her back, her bare, uptilted ass.
“Still confused about who takes care of you now?” I ask again, my voice harder. “Still confused who gives you love and discipline?”
Vigorously, she shakes her head, but she’s looking down at the floor, her teeth buried in her bottom lip.Right on the verge.
I spank her hard, the sharp slap reverberating around the room.
I spank her ten times, leaving that delectable flesh red. Flushed.
Power spikes in my blood, but only because I see what it’s doing to Haylo. How she’s responding by offering me her smarting cheeks for more, hiccups of pleasure falling from her mouth. “Yes. Please.” She presses the side of her face to the carpet. “Harder.”
Five more times, I connect my palm sharply to her bottom, until I can’t take another second of living outside of her body. I position myself above her, my chest to her fragile back, and I snarl my way into her, my dick burying in that little bang hole I didn’t stretch nearly enough because Christ, she can hardly take me.
Still, I push forward, yanking her ass higher and tighter to my lap with a vile curse. Driving deeper until my balls are crammed up against the parted lips of her cunt.
She’s trying so hard not to cry out, but when I thrust so hard, I lift her knees off the ground, she gives in, releasing a series of sobs that render me lost in a sexual fog, so that all I can do is buck in and out of her, the fronts of my thighs plastered to her smaller, smoother ones, the perfect curve of her ass angled right up at the ceiling where our shadows move furiously, a big shape fucking a delicate one, skin slapping wetly against skin, sounds coming from me that I don’t even recognize. Sick, beastly sounds that only grow deeper, more desperate the closer she brings me to the edge.
I reach for her chin, gripping it hard and tipping her head all the way back until she’s looking at me, her eyes glassy, lips bitten to hell. I don’t even have to ask, she simply opens her mouth, and I spit inside of that lovely pink warmth, noting that her cunt throbs eagerly in response, her whimpers growing louder. “Who is in charge now, young lady?” I growl.
“You are,” she says, zero hesitation. Truth in her eyes.
Slowly, I slide my hand downward from her chin, skimming my touch down her throat, her bouncing tits, lingering at her belly and strumming it for long moments while I fuck her madly, and when I finally start to play with her clit, she trembles violently, cream gushing around the tunneling girth of my cock.
