Gooseflesh pricked across my skin in the wake of his mouth. As exasperating as it felt to be put off yet again, I had a feeling he was about to make it worth my while. He slid my panties off, wrapped his arms around my thighs and settled between my legs.
I’d lost track of the number of times we’d done this, but the hunger in his gaze when he saw my pussy for the first time always made me shiver. He parted my lips and planted a kiss just above my clit. My blood turned to honey in my veins, slow and sweet and golden. I wanted to kiss him, but he was too far away, so I nibbled on my fingers instead.
He traced my inner labia with the tip of his tongue and then fucked into me. I gasped as his nose met my clit. His tongue delved deeper. I writhed, my hips lifting off the bed as my inner muscles tightened.
“Too much?” The tilt of Mason’s smile made it clear he knew exactly how much—or how little—it took to make his little girl flail around like a fish on the dock.
I went limp as he dipped his head to lick my pussy from top to bottom.
He flattened his tongue and lapped languidly, focusing on my clit. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feeling of having my bones turn to gelatin.
His tongue flicked and fluttered before easing into a steady rhythm. A warm, welcome flush swept through me. My nipples pebbled, aching to join in on the fun. I massaged my breasts, ratcheting my pleasure even higher. His tongue disappeared for a second and then returned, along with two slick fingers. He teased my opening, then slid inside.
I cried out at the delicious intrusion, melting like ice cream in the summer sun.
He sucked my clit softly. Tiny eruptions of pleasure lit up my brain like fireworks. He added a third finger, fucking into me while his lips and tongue worked their incredible magic.
“Oh God... That fee
ls...” I couldn’t hold the words in my head long enough to say them out loud. My arousal crested. I felt the urge to bear down, to clench up, to be everywhere at once.
I came around Mason’s fingers, my arms and legs tensing. He fixed his mouth over me, playing with my clit and stretching out my orgasm until it all became too much and I had to wave him off.
He flashed a glossy smile. “I fucking love making you come, sweetheart.”
“Me, too.” I grinned languidly. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“My pleasure, baby girl.”
He wiped his face with the sheet and then crawled up to kiss me. He’d left a thin sheen of arousal on his lips just for me. I savored the delicate tang.
His cock nudged my belly, spreading a drop of precum above my navel. I took him in my hand, stroking lightly and coaxing a low growl from his throat.
“Christ, my balls feel like dead weight.” He groaned as I swirled my thumb around the tip of his cock. “I want you so fucking much. Too much. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I cupped his jaw and forced him to meet my gaze. “The only way you could hurt me now is by making me wait another second.”
His mouth curved into a knowing smile. He laid his palm between my breasts, over my heart, then skimmed his fingers down to cup my mound. Arousal bloomed fresh between my thighs. I whined softly. His gaze darkened as he palmed my swollen flesh.
Please, I thought, don’t give yourself a chance to overthink it.
I pressed against him, needy and insistent. He reached for his cock. My heartrate picked up speed as he positioned the head at my folds.
“Put your arms around me,” he said. “And tell me if anything hurts.”
Thousands of tiny moths took flight inside my ribcage. I clutched at his back and shoulders as he slid the head of his cock inside me. My muscles burned. He withdrew to the very tip and then eased forward. I inhaled sharply.
“Am I hurting you?”
He was, a little, but I didn’t mind. “Not really.”
His shoulders tensed. “Want me to stop?”
“No, keep going.” I squeezed my eyes shut.
“You sure?”
I nodded. I wanted this, all of it, the pain as well as the pleasure.