Page 49 of Never Gonna Lie
“Please what, Raven?” he demands.
Oh, I forgot. “Please, Daddy?”
“When we’re in a scene together, I expect you to call me Daddy,” he says, tracing his tongue along my thigh.
“Will we a-always be in a sc-scene?” I gasp, his finger lingering right near my entrance, toying with me.
He shakes his head slightly. “Not always. We’ll discuss it beforehand. Even if it's just you calling me daddy or I refer to myself as daddy. It’s just so we know where the other person’s at.”
I jerk my head in response, tilting my hips up when his nose brushes my clit. “Aaaaggghhhh,” I moan.
“You’ll get yours when I say you can,” he chuckles low.
I grab hold of the sheets as he bends down again, finally touching me where I need him to. The first contact of his tongue on my clit has my hips flying off the bed and my back bowing.
Fuck!
My toes curl and my breathing becomes labored as I try and hold back the urge to come. My body flushes at his touch, both out of embarrassment but also with lust.
No man should be allowed to be this good with their tongue, I think, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he licks me again.
He does it again, quicker this time, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me at the feel of his mouth on my most intimate area. Knowing that it’s James claiming another one of my firsts nearly sends me over the edge. But I hold it back, I don’t want this to be the only time Iorgasm with him. I’ve never been able to do it more than once on my own before.
Sweat beads on my brow as my hips move of their own accord, chasing his tongue to get the right amount of pressure that my body’s craving. James inserts a finger into my entrance, and I wince slightly at the intrusion. His fingers are so big, it takes a moment to get used to them, even if I am soaked. He hooks his finger up slightly and rubs as he flicks my clit with his tongue. The combination hurtles me to my orgasm quicker than I’d like when I suddenly feel the urge to pee.
Sitting up, I start pushing at James’s shoulder. “St-stop, stop. I-I think I need to p-pee,” I stutter, completely mortified and slightly dazed.
James doesn’t stop, though; he places a hand on my shoulder and pushes me back down, doubling his efforts and adding a second finger. I’m desperately holding back my orgasm, horrified I might pee, but he doesn’t seem bothered. The hand that was on my shoulder moves down to my breast and twists my nipple. I come with a scream, fluid gushing out of me.
“Oh my god,” I say breathlessly, tears welling up. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean?—”
James finally lifts his head and looks up at me, his face glistening, and the tears fall. He licks his lips before placing a hand on my cheek and wiping away my tears.
He grins. “You just squirted, baby. Feel free to do that anytime.”
“Wha—”
“Again,” he demands.
I’ve heard about girls squirting before, but I never thought it was something I was capable of. The embarrassment is there, but the feel of him touching me quickly makes me forget.
“I want this cunt dripping, ready to take my dick.”
James dives into my pussy again, licking and sucking. Every time I get to the crest of my orgasm, he stops. After the third time, I’ve had enough. Tears stream down my face as they mingle with sweat. I can’t catch my breath as he keeps edging me.
“P-please,” I beg. “I can’t take any more. Please make me come, Daddy.”
He gazes up at me, a soft expression on his face, before starting his rhythm again. Within seconds, I’m there again, but this time, instead of him stopping, I come, just as hard as the first time.
“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs as he crawls up my body, placing kisses along the way. “You did so well, baby.”
“Hmm?” I lazily reply.
“I might wake you up every morning with my face in your cunt. Have you gush all over my face so I smell like you all day?” he muses, pulling my breast into his mouth and sucking. “Would you like that? For Daddy to walk around smelling like his slut all day?”
Fuck me, that’s hot.
I nod emphatically, my core clenching, ready for round two.
