“Hmm. I can attest to that, my toy. You cannot possibly be hungrier than me.” In swift motion I lay her on my desk assaulting her mouth as my hands own her body. Annoyance overtakes me at the hindrance of her clothes but fuck if some measly cloth is going to stop me from feasting. Her hands are as manic as mine as she works my belt fighting to take it off. “I know you want your cumscicle baby. Lift that ass so I can taste my pussy.”
My hands pull her pantsuit down as I drop back into my chair, spread her legs from ear to ear and eat her until my dick spits at me. Her body shakes the desk as my tongue considers her a melting scoop of ice cream on a hot sunny day. She drips and leaks leaving a trail of evidence leading to her ass. Refusing to leave any part of her untasted, I spend minutes showing her tiny asshole that it too is my possession.
“Oh God, Sir. Fuck me. Fuck me,” she chants, practically crying and begging as she scratches my head thrashing back and forth. My hand holds her to the desk, craving her submission.
“Say it again. Tell me, my Queen, what do you want me to do.” Her words are like an ointment, thick and visible.
“Fuck me.” she screams. Unzipping my pants I stand and plunge to the depths of the oasis she has between her legs.
“Christ. You're dripping down my balls. Your fucking cunt is greedier than you, huh.'' I sound pissed, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I am scared. Plain and simple. This girl could undo everything I have built with the power she is currently using to swallow my dick with her pussy. Like the fucking loch ness monster falling into the abyss. “Shit. Fuck. So tight.” I don’t bother trying to stop my impending collapse. My thumb finds her clit and pinch it as I shoot off inside of her, hoping she comes with me, but too far gone to care.
“Ahhh.” Her release follows mine and I am grateful. She holds me on top of her as we come back, slowly kissing each other back to the now.
“Come on baby. We are going to be late and I really want them to meet you before everyone else gets there.”
“Ok.” I pull her clothes back up and fix them. She begins to fret over her hair, and I find myself smiling. She frowns her cute face at me and runs to the mirror in the bathroom of my office.
“You look beautiful, treasure. Let’s go.” Is it ever going to get old? Will there ever be a time when she puts her hand in mine that I won’t feel this encompassing amount of power and devotion? Will my heart always feel so full and content? God I hope so.
Pulling up to my childhood home, I try to see what she sees. It’s massive and intimidating at first glance. From the outside it looks like sterilized doctors and their robotic children live here. It isn’t until you walk inside that you feel the warmth and get a glimpse of the family that grew here. Not bothering to ring the bell, I walk inside knowing my mom would have kept it open for the family to walk in. “You ready canary?”
“No.” she answers, biting her lip with worry.
“Relax, love. They are going to love you.” I tell her before kissing the side of her head and walking further into the entrance. “Mom. Father.” I hear puttering around in the back towards the kitchen. Jewel’s hand is squeezing mine so hard it’s no wonder I haven’t blacked out.
“In here sweetie.” perfect. Maybe mom is alone. I think her getting a hold of Jewel first would help. “There is my…” she stops mid-sentence when she sees I have brought someone. “Well… who do we have here?” she says as she rounds the corner of the counter.
“Mom. I would like for you to meet Jewel. Jewel, this is my mother, Cara.” I watch as she takes a deep breath fortifying herself and it breaks my heart. She has been alone for so long; I just want her to embrace this new family.
“Ma’am. It’s nice to meet you.” she responds, voice shaky and unsure.
“My...she is simply exquisite son. Where have you been hiding her?” she walks over to my girl and pulls her into her arms. “You will call me mom. I can only assume that since my son has brought you here, that you are going to be my new daughter so there will be none of this ma’am nonsense.” she hugs her once more and I exhale when I see her body relax from the tension it displayed just moments ago.
“Darling I thought you were going to come… oh, hi son. When did you get here?” I turn to face my father who is standing in the foyer. He walks in and embraces me before stepping around me to see who my mom is holding hostage. Before I can do introductions, my little sister walks in as well.