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As she’s coming down, her eyes open to mine right above her, and she’s reaching up, immediately pulling me in for a heated kiss, tasting herself—her milk—on my lips. I pull away slightly and murmur, “We’ll work our way up to the whole thing. You did so good for me this time.”
SIXTEEN
GIVERS & TAKERS
TATUM
The experiences that we’ve shared over the course of the weekend would leave anyone reeling. I can’t deny how fast everything is moving, and I won’t try to argue with how right it’s all felt. The shame that I felt letting Lylah nearly insert her entire hand inside of me dissipated so quickly with her reassuring words.
They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but I don’t think that’s true at all. By the time I was orgasming, I felt nothing but pure lust for her, and it reflected back to me in her eyes. The same beautiful green eyes that stare at me now while she licks each of her individual fingers clean.
The sheets are beyond a mess; between milk, my orgasm and sweat, it only makes me want to fuck her here more. A sick part of me won’t get over knowing that she’s covered inus.
Lylah halts my movements, leaving me no space to get up.
There’s a mischievous glint in her eyes when she speaks. “Oh my, you thought I was done with you, didn’t you? Hm,” she mutters, hovering her soft breath an inch from my lips, teasing me with the scent of myself covering her face. My thoughts are flooded with images of holding her down and licking her clean, every part of her until she’s speared on my tongue.
Her tongue ghosts over my desperate lips, but she pulls back before I can taste it.
“On your knees for me.” She pauses, and when I don’t move to do so, she barks her next order. “Now, Tatum.”
Fuck.
My sensitive core is indecisive. Part of me wants to spite her, refuse—overpower her—but the other is desperate to see where this goes.
I’m desperate to let go for her.
The latter wins out. She gives me space to get into position, and I do just that. Hands andknees, facing the camera while she shifts behind me, finding her balance.
“Do you like this? Letting me give you orders, submitting to your nanny?” The sentiment causes my back to arch while she rubs at the bottom of my ass. I don’t expect the smack that lands on my left ass cheek, and I refuse to acknowledge the whimper crawling up my throat.
It’s not that I don’t want to submit to her. There’s nothing inside of me that doesn’t enjoy the thought of someone else pleasuring me, bringing me to the brink and pushing me over, only to do it again and again. It’s the fact that trusting her, or anyone else, for that matter, is too foreign. It’s scary, and new. No matter what this weekend brings, I have to look out for myself and Josie at the forefront of every single thing I do, and I hope she can understand that.
Somewhere in my train of thought, Lylah was speaking to me, but I missed it.
“Hey, you okay? We can stop any time you need to, just tell me if so. Oh my god, is spanking a trigger for you?! I didn’t even ask.” The concern in her voice brings me more comfort than it should. How long has it been since someone cared, trulygave a fuck if I was okay, or if I wanted to be touched or not?
“Don’t stop,” I whisper over my shoulder. “And no, it’s not a trigger.”
“Work yourself onto my cock then. Show me this is what you want, and I’ll give it to you.” Her words are followed by the feeling of cold and lubed silicone pressing against my entrance. She lines herself up to my sopping and tender core, but doesn’t push in.
The stubborn bitch.
She’s actually going to make me fuck myself on my own strap-on.
If that’s what she’d like, I’ll give her a show.
The small display on the camera allows me to see every single one of her pixelated movements. Her eyes cast down to where we meet while I slowly rock myself back onto the purple mass between us. It’s hard to miss the moment her lips pucker while she drops warm spit onto my ass, rubbing it in circles against the tight hole there.
“Fuck,” I gasp, still slowly working myself onto her.
“Does this hole need some attention too, Mommy?” The innocence in her voice nearly kills me. I push back against her once more, and evenI’m unsure if it’s to fully seat myself against the toy, or in an attempt to push her finger inside of me.
“God, you’re so greedy, Tatum.” Her finger teases the ring of muscle just slightly. “You need all your holes filled, don’t you? Every pretty little hole filled by your tight, young nanny.”
Lylah’s filthy words suck the air from the room. My once sore and unsure core lights up for her all over again, and she takes that exact moment to push her finger into my back hole as I begin bouncing off her hips. I’m happily fucking myself over and over with the silicone that I can only hope is vibrating in the perfect spot of her pussy. I would do so much to be able to feel everything I’m feeling at this exact moment, but with the added pleasure of watching her tits bounce above me, or seeing her beautiful cunt dripping just for me. Fuck, tasting her right now would surely send me spiraling.
It’s this type of insatiable need that tells me I’m truly fucked.
