Page 41 of Daddy's Game

“Grace, my sweet,” he purred in my ear, caressing my name with his mouth like a prized pet. “You could never, in any way, disappoint me.”

His hands curved around my body from behind. I groaned when he cupped my breasts, lifting them up and taking the weight of the world off. Brock’s mouth kissed my neck, adding in sensual laps of his tongue and the occasional nibble.

A tingle passed from my clitoris up to my brain. I knew then and there that this wouldn’t be just another make out session. This time, we were both ready. I could especially feel how ready he was, with his pants tenting right into my back.

Without taking his mouth away, Brock slipped the blazer off my shoulders. Next came my bra, which he unhooked without even taking off my cami. I sighed in relief as the bra came away. The sigh became a shuddering moan when he slipped his hands up under my cami and teased my ready nipples.

“You’re so damn sexy, Grace,” he mumbled into my flesh. “It’s hard to keep my hands off of you.”

“You don’t seem to be…aaaahhh…having trouble with that…right…now.”

My eyes fluttered closed. It was all I could do to hold on. Everything he did was wonderful. He applied just the right amount of pressure with his fingers, working my nipples into new levels of hardness. I let out a whimper when one hand diverged from my chest and slid down my belly.

I fumbled behind me until I unzipped the skirt in the back. This freed his fingers to go beneath the waistline, where I wanted them to be. He took the bait, fingertips moving past my navel to disappear beneath the skirt.

A moan erupted from deep inside of me when he stroked his fingers over my pussy, not bothering to go under my panties yet. I pushed back against him, my hands smoothing down the legs of his trousers. It felt so good to have him touching me there, finally.

“Your pussy feels hot and wet.”

His purring whisper in my ear pushed me a good distance toward a climax. I cried out, my body straining like a metal beam bearing too much weight.

His mouth went back to my neck, his hands teasing my breast and between my legs. Brock’s nimble finger found my hot button and gently stroked it. I bit my own sleeve and cried out as a golden rush of sensational pleasure flooded through my body.

I writhed against him, cumming harder than I had even from full penetration. My body shivered as he lifted me gently under the arms and deposited me on the seat beside him.

The tinted windows gave us privacy, though I could still see outside. It added a new level of thrill, knowing that people were on the sidewalk just mere feet away from our carnality. I’ve never been an exhibitionist but the thought that someone could open the door and see us gave me a secret high.

“Lay back.”

Brock’s tone was not harsh, but it still brooked no argument. I didn’t want to argue anyway. I was tired of arguing with him. I just wanted to surrender to Brock and let him make me feel good.

Brock’s hands slid up the outside of my thighs, caressing me through the thin silken membrane of my stockings. I moaned again, high and sharp, as he hiked up my skirt to my waist.

His handsome face smiled before disappearing between my thighs. He nuzzled my pussy through the panties. My hands clasped onto his head, fingers sliding through his luxurious, silver shot hair.

I gasped when I felt his teeth scrape against my skin. He got a grip on the panties with his mouth and tugged down until they came away from my dripping wet pussy. Brock used his hands to finish the job. I watched as he draped my panties carefully over the center console.

Then, with an animalistic grunt, he shoved my thighs firmly apart and buried his face in my crotch. A sharp cry ripped out of me as he kissed my clitoris carefully before working his way down to my outer lips.

“Oh god,” I cried as he suckled my labia, stretching my skin out in the most pleasurable way.

“You are so sexy,” he purred in a rare moment when his lips and tongue weren’t otherwise occupied. “And you taste exquisite.”

I arched my back and writhed on the seat, hands clutching at his head as if for dear life. Golden flashes of light blotted out my vision even as I closed my eyes tightly. Brock’s lusty, hungry grunts and growls made it evident he loved what he was doing. He loved making me feel so good it was like being in heaven.

Some part of my mind wondered if there could be sex in heaven. Then again, it wouldn’t be much of a paradise if it did not.

I lost the thought as well as any semblance of self control I might have had when Brock used his fingers to spread me wide open. Then he bent his head low and pursed his lips, kissing my clit again.

Brock suckled, hard, taking my swollen clitoris inside of his mouth. I shrieked, mouth flying open as I bucked and heaved like a bull at a rodeo. My sharp scream filled the tiny back of the limo, and I hoped that his soundproofing was as good as he claimed it to be.

Then I couldn’t think of anything at all, other than riding the waves of delight he spurred with lips and fingers and tongue. Pulse after pulse shot through my body, until I thought I would die from sheer pleasure. I felt a build up of pressure, and then my body exploded into new, sensual awareness.

At last I flopped back hard against the seat, panting and moaning as my body shivered with delightful aftershocks.

I tried to rise, to go to him, to give him his turn. Yet Brock unexpectedly pulled my skirt back down.

“We’re at your apartment,” he said with a grin. “I have a meeting to attend, and I’d imagine you want to call insurance companies and arrange the zone ordered coverage.”

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