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A growl vibrated from his chest, and my pussy clenched around my fingers. I pumped them in hard, scraping my finger tips against my G-spot as he’d taught me. The wet, sloppy sounds of my fucking myself and my moans filled his bedroom. As my orgasm drew closer, my thighs trembled, getting weaker and weaker, bringing me lower and closer to his mouth. Like the viper he is, Larry stilled. He was waiting to strike, waiting till I was weak and slipped so his mouth could latch on to my cunt and drag me through my orgasm. Only, I pulled my fingers free before I fell over the edge. Panting, I sat on his chest and pushed my fingers into his mouth.
Daddy sucked at my fingers greedily like a starving man waiting to be fed. His eyes were darker than normal. Blotted almost black with the lust he was fighting. I was already in trouble; there was no reason to stop his turn now.
His Turn Part Three
I felt his tongue parting my fingers and licking over each one that rested on his tongue as I scooted back to impale myself on his cock. The quick stroke of my hot, drenched cunt made him cry out and let go of my fingers. His biceps bulged with the urge to grab me. He grunted as I ground my pelvis against the root of his cock.
My hand flashed out to grab his throat, and the expression that took over his face scared me—scared me right into orgasm. My pussy contracted and clenched around his cock like a vice. Through my strained moans, I wheezed. “Don’t you fucking cum. This isn’t for you.” That dangerous flash in his eyes sparked at me, and I felt his cock pulse hard. I had to get off his cock before he exploded.
Before I could decide to slip off, he punched his hips up. My balance shifted, and I had to hold on to his chest before he bucked me off. I tightened my thighs against his in a desperate attempt to hold on to my control. He was close. So close, I could feel it in my bones. I rolled off of him, gasping to regain my breath. His side was hot as fire, and his cock was raging hard. “Get back on.” He barked.
I nuzzled against his side, my nose rubbing against his chest, and my fingers danced down his stomach. “When I’m ready.” I giggled devilishly and moaned as a thick glob of precum oozed from his tip.
Ohh, I was in so much trouble, and I couldn’t wait to pay the price for it.
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