Page 29 of His Perfect Gift

“Yes,” she moaned and sank against the gray marble tile wall.

I could eat her every day of my life, and it still wouldn’t be enough. “Princess, you are my favorite meal.”

“Please, Daddy, make me come.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, gripping my throbbing erection. I was a sick man, a reprobate for enjoying this. However, it didn’t stop me from lapping up her wetness and driving my tongue deep inside of her.

She tightened her thighs around my shoulders. So responsive. She was so fucking responsive to me, and I wanted to covet her and howl “mine” to anyone who came near her. It was ridiculous how much this girl was quickly worming her way into my head and my heart.

My heart.

I was losing myself in her.

This could destroy a friendship.

There would be consequences for our actions.

Yet it wasn’t enough to make me stop.

All I cared about was taking care of her and making her scream all night.

“So close,” she moaned, and I pushed my finger inside her and sucked on her plump clit.

“Yes.” She clutched my head, scraping my scalp with her nails. “Oh, yes.”

She bucked against me, riding out her orgasm, and I inhaled her juices like it was the cup of life.

I lifted my head, satisfied at seeing her crumpled against the wall with her lips curled in contentment and her eyes heavy with the aftermath of pleasure. She was so damn gorgeous. More so after having an orgasm.

My cock throbbed in my hand. Christ. I was like a teenager with a walking hard-on. I leaned in and leisurely nibbled on her pussy again.

Her hands dropped to my chest, and she pushed me back. “My turn.” She slowly slid off the bench until she was on her knees in front of me.

“Your turn?” I asked quietly.

She nodded. “Stand up.” She gazed at me smugly as I rose to my full height. Gripping my raging cock with her hand, she said, “Let me take care of you.” She stroked me, and I lost my train of thought. I needed this. I needed to come again. I needed that sassy mouth taking me. All of me.

Keeping her doe eyes on me, she moved closer, and my cock twitched in eagerness. She looked so fucking hot and innocent at the same time. I covered her hand with mine, guiding our hands up to the tip.

“You gonna feast on Daddy’s cock?”

She licked her bottom lip and nodded demurely. Inching forward, I butted the head against her mouth. “Open wide, Princess. Let Daddy feed you.”

She parted her lips wide, and I nudged my crown between her lips. Her tongue slithered out, lapping the underside of my dick.

I hissed and threaded my fingers through her thick, wet strands of hair. “Suck,” I ordered.

For the love of God, she hollowed out her cheeks and took in my shaft until I felt myself hit the back of her throat. She couldn’t take all of me, but we could certainly try.

She peered up at me under her lashes, so trusting. My girl wanted to please me, and I wanted to ruin that mouth. How in the hell could I feel both protective of her and want to conquer her at the same time?

She kept her eyes on me and withdrew slowly, keeping my tip in her mouth. I clutched the back of her head. “This time, take more.”

Her eyes widened slightly before I thrust into her mouth, going deeper this time. She curled her nails into my thighs and gasped, but didn’t try to push away. I drew back and thrust in again, tugging her head back so I could get a better look at her face.

“I need you to take more, Princess. Can you take more of Daddy’s cock?”

“Mm-hmm,” she mumbled against my dick.

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