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She pulls her skirt higher, the billowy fabric now resting above her hips. She has no fucking underwear on.
Fuck me!
“You’ve been very busy lately.”
“Hmmm… I think I can make the time.” I lick my lips. “What exactly do you need?”
Two of her fingers travel down her wet folds, gathering her arousal. Then she removes them from her dripping wet pussy, then brings them slowly to her mouth, licking her arousal from them while never taking her eyes off me.
“You know what I want, Dylan.”
I’m impossibly hard but I want to hear the words from her mouth. She wants to tease me. Now she’s going to have to ask for me to eat her out, or I’ll return to jacking off like I’ve done since the last time we fucked in here.
“I do.” A smile lifts at the corners of my mouth. “I know exactly what you want, but I also want you to ask Daddy for it.”
She smiles as her fingers move through her pussy again, and I want so bad to knock her hand away and take over.
“Just say the words, Alana. Just say, Daddy can you fuck my tight cunt,” I taunt. “Can you lick my pussy?”
She arches her brow, grazing her pierced clit. Now that was a pleasant surprise. She doesn’t look like the type, but she’s been a complete enigma since the first day we met. She’s nothing like I expected.
“Your ego is insane.” Her body shudders as she grazes her clit over and over again. “Do you know that?”
I groan as I watch her pleasure herself. Her swollen wet pussy looks good enough to eat.
“I’ve been told that a time or two.”
I lick my lips again and squeeze my hardened dick through my jeans. It’s becoming hard to enjoy the show when all I can think about is becoming a part of it.
“Say the words, Alana.” I’m losing my patience, but I have to remain calm. Hide it from her so she’ll give in instead of making me suffer. “You came to me, now ask for what you want before I make you beg for it.”
She tilts her head and smiles. If I didn’t know any better, you’d think she’s innocent with the way she’s looking at me.
“And you think you can make me beg for it?”
I know I can.
Standing to my feet. I unbutton, then unzip my jeans, and pull my dick from my pants. It’s long, thick, and hard, with a bead of precum leaking from the tip just begging to be shoved in one of her holes. Doesn’t matter to me which one. I’m not picky. It’s torture not giving her exactly what she wants but I’m willing to suffer just to hear the words from her fuckable lips.
I fist my aching cock. Immediately, she stops playing with herself, her eyes fixated on my dick. I know she wants to take me in her mouth, but now she’s not going to get what she wants until I can get what I want, which is my mouth between her legs.
I run my hand up and down my shaft as she watches me hungrily. The desire, the lust in her eyes is overwhelming, heart-stopping.
I increase my speed, gathering precum with each pass of my hand.
Her beautiful eyes flick up at me. “Dylan…”
“Tell me what you want sweetheart. You came to me.” I take a step closer to her, continuing my movements up and down my dick. “What do you want?”
Her breathing picks up and the desire to say the words are hanging on the tip of her tongue, but her pride won’t let her give in to me. Her defiance. She’s determined not to beg for what she knows only I can give her.
I stave off the orgasm that’s creeping up on me just so I can see more of that defiance because it’s going to be so fucking sweet when I break her.
Gripping her by her hair, I yank her head back with one hand while I continue to stroke myself mere inches from her face.
“I will break you, sweetheart.”
I tap the head of my dick against her lips.
