Page 31 of Wicked William

“No crying,” he says, gently clasping my face in his hands. “I know you’re scared and that’s okay. I’m here to take care of you. You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

I blink away the tears and smile up at him, my heart bursting. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“Let’s go inside,” he says, taking me by the hand and leading me into the house.

“I was just about to start dinner.”

“I was just thinking about eating you for dinner. Up for that?”

“Hmm. Let me think...”

I’m hefted over his shoulder as he strides towards the bedroom.

“I think what you mean is yes, Daddy.” he says, laughter in his voice.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He sets me down on the bed and climbs on top of me, pressing his body against mine. His lips move hungrily against mine as his hands explore my body. “I’ve been thinking about your sweet pussy all day. I want you to sit on my face.”

“Daddy, that sounds naughty,” I whisper.

He grins down at me. “It is. Let’s see how naughty you can be.”

He strips me of my clothing and spreads my legs wide. His thick tongue laps at my clit, his fingers pushing inside me. I moan loudly as his tongue moves faster, the pleasure building inside me. Then he’s gone, moving to his back and hauling me over his face, tugging me down so hard I’m sure I’m going to smother him. When I try to move, he grabs my hips and holds me tight.

His tongue glides over my folds like he’s savoring something delicious. When he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, rolling his tongue around it, I can’t speak. I’m only capable of making guttural noises as he feeds on me. Can he even breathe?

I lift up my body off his face to check his air passages and see my juices coat his mouth and chin as he smiles and brings me back down. He’s lustfully lapping at me, and I’m afraid when I come, I won’t stop. Ever. I can’t hold back, and I cry out with every thrust of his tongue until I’m coming in rolling waves, completely spent.

I somehow roll off him and try to catch my breath.

“On your knees and face down, ass up,” he demands.

My legs are still jelly, but I obey. He pushes his thick cock inside me slowly, inch by inch until his balls are pressed against my ass. He moves in and out of me, thrusting deeper and faster with each stroke. His fingers grab my hips and hold me tight as he continues to pound me.

My phone on the nightstand rings. “Answer it.”

“We’re a little busy.” No way I’m stopping now. Besides, I doubt I could be coherent on the phone anyway.

He reaches for it and puts it in my hand, already having swiped answer. “Hello?” I ask shakily. William flexes his hips, pushing further into me. It feels so good.

He’s so dirty. How does everyone think he’s the mild-mannered one?

“Hey, Maisy.”

“Oh, hi Cressida.”

Can she hear our skin slapping? I try to control my breathing.

“Hey. What are you doing? You sound out of breath,” she says.

I try to hold back my whimper as William continues to thrust.

Words are so hard. What is thinking?

“You know, just making dinner.”

His cock hits the right spot and I moan, then try to cover it with a cough. William’s thrusts become more erratic and his breathing is ragged. He’s loving this. He’s got quite the exhibitionist streak, that’s for sure.

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