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“Fuck,” she hissed.
“Going to be good now?”
“Is this the best you got?”
She was still teasing me. I admired her spirit, but I needed to tame her wild side to truly make her mine. Fortunately, I knew exactly how to do it. I knelt behind her and brushed lips against her sex, exhaling until she trembled. Her bravado melted.
“C-Carter! What are you doing?”
“Looking at your wet little pussy, my calf. It’s dripping for me. Demanding my attention.”
The way she shifted and tried to pull away proved she’d never been eaten out before. Her taste would belong to me alone – this first would be mine.
My tongue slowly worked over her clit. God, she tasted too good to restrain myself. My nose nudged her entrance while mylips brushed her clit as I explored her deeper. I’d find every sensitive pleasure point between her legs and make it mine.
She moaned something that sounded like my name and tried squirming to get me into the position she wanted. Between the contraption and the anal hook, her options to move were limited. She held still after gasping, almost perfectly so, and let me feast on her taste. Her thighs tensed as she whimpered, unable to draw back, she couldn’t deny either of us.
She was the most delicious woman I’d ever tasted – addictive, full of desire, so fucking sinful.
It didn’t take her long to climax. I made sure of that. I knew how to please a woman with my tongue well, even if I wasn’t experienced in other areas. I gave her another long lick to clean her with my tongue, feeling her tremble against me as her pussy kept gaping, proving she wanted more.
“Are you ready to be good to yourself, my calf?” I asked, making sure to exhale across her sensitive cunt.
“N-no,” she answered defiantly.
I snorted, then dove between her thighs again. This time, I devoured her with more gusto, not letting her adjust, not giving her a break, proving last time I’d been nice. Just as she was about to come, I stopped. She was going to learn that pleasure could be a reward and a punishment. Once she’d calmed down, I started again to repeat the same process another three times as she tried more desperately to get me where she wanted me, still muting her desire, letting her body do the talking. When I blew across her wet pussy, she let out a desperate whimper and finally broke.
“P-Please. Let me c-come, Carter. Please!” She begged.
“Only if you say you are beautiful,” I muttered, between slow, light licks.
She hesitated, then exhaled, obviously pained. “I’m … beautiful …”
It was a step forward at least. In reward, I sunk between her legs and finally let her finish a second time. She wasn’t too loud, but every twitch of her thighs, the way her ass clenched, those breathy moans, and how wet she got told me plenty. It was almost a shame to be done. After wiping my chin and lips of her juices, I got up and walked until she could see me. Her eyes dipped to my crotch as she stared at the obvious bulge.
“Will you be a good girl now and sleep?” I asked, pretending not to see where her eyes lingered.
She nodded.
I reached under her and dipped my fingers into her pussy, watching her moan. I let go before she could get used to it and held my fingers in front of her face, slick and soaked.
“Have you ever tasted yourself, my baby calf?”
“N-no.”
“Do it now,” I ordered
I worked two fingers into her mouth. She obeyed, sucking and cleaning my fingers like the good girl she was. I savored the view of her cheeks hollowing and her hazy eyes lingering on me until I was sure she’d gotten a good taste of herself and cleaned my fingers fully.
“Good girl. Now, try to sleep,” I said, drying my fingers on a towel.
“W-what? You can’t leave me like this! I’m still wet!” She said, and then added. “In b-both ways!”
I didn’t listen to her, simply turned the lights off, and walked towards my bed.
“You are such an asshole, Carter!” She shouted in the dark. “You can’t leave me like this!”
“Keep it up and I’ll put you to sleep with a sedative.”
