Harmon - Another delicious mistake
My mouth went straight for one of her tits the moment she said the words, sucking greedily on one of her nipples. My impatient hands slapped her voluptuous tits together, squeezing hard until I had her flesh spilling between my fingers.
"I can't fucking stop staring at your tits, Olive, but having them in my hands again is something else altogether. I might not be able to let them go," I said, mauling at them appreciatively, over indulging myself.
"But daddy said—" she began, the words dying away in a grunt when I took a nipple between my teeth, biting into it, then sucking on it while rolling her other nipple between my thumb and index finger.
"Don't fucking rush daddy. You've been teasing daddy for years. You can wait a few minutes, baby girl," I said, alternating between sucking and biting one nipple then moving onto the other, groping her tits until she yelped and threw her head back.
"Daddy please," she begged, her legs tightening around my waist, my body hovering over hers. "Daddy it hurts. My pussy aches. Harmon please."
I meant to torment her, like she'd be doing to me, but then I had to go and steal a look up at her and it fucked with my head. Eyes closed. Parted lips letting out the faintest little moans. Face scrunched up like she was as desperate for control as I was. Completely bare beneath me. Fingers in my hair, holding my head close to her chest as I did unspeakable things to her tits.
So trusting and guarded at the same time. The latter just wasn't allowed. I wasn't thinking anymore. Her pussy was about to become my breakfast. Nothing else mattered. How the fuck dare she be rational right now?
"Fucking let go," I demanded, hands still on her tits as my lips started traveling down her body, my mouth hurriedly sucking and nibbling at her skin.
"You first," she insisted, struggling to say those biting words, but thundering them all the same.
"Fine, but don't you give me shit about not caring later because you presented me with pussy. Remember you asked for this, baby girl," I said, lips lingering just above her mound, as my eyes shot up to hers. "Fucking look at me when I talk to you," I insisted, reluctantly letting her tits go to grab onto her thighs.
My head between her legs, I raised her thighs and threw them over my shoulders. What was left of my sane mind begged her to stop me as her eyes fluttered open and her gaze dropped.
She glared down at me, unabashed hunger in her eyes as she grabbed fists full of my hair. That look. The way she yanked back at my head. So damn sexy.
"Do it, Harmon. Do it," she said, unstable thighs shaking slightly against my shoulders.
No salvation for me in her eyes. Not a shred of doubt or fear this time. She fucking wanted this and so did I.
Devil, God, anyone. I'd have made a deal with anyone.
Someone save me. Make me stop.
Distractions everywhere. My lips found no shortage of places to kiss as they went up and down her inner thighs, looking for reasons to pull away. One more time. I found it every time. Fought the urge to sink my dick into her every time.
Liar. She was the one that stopped it last night. An hour ago. I didn't want to stop anymore.
"So fucking hard. Please tell daddy no. One more time, baby girl," I begged, lips inevitably winding up an inch away from her clit.
She reached down swiftly, grabbed my hands in hers and laid them back on her tits, then ordered, "Stop talking and eat my fucking pussy, daddy."
That sass. Her don't give two fucks about tomorrow voice. The scent of her sweet pussy. The heat on my lips coming from her pussy. Close proximity to her irresistible cunt. Fuck consequences. The tip of my tongue flicked her forbidden clit and her quivering thighs shook harder.
"Fucking hell. Don't tease me, daddy. No more fucking teasing," she moaned out into the room.
My whole world became that moan, louder and longer than the others. Liberal. Unrestricted. Daring. All her. She needed me. When didn't I give her what she needed?
Grabbing onto her tits in earnest, my fingers sunk into the flesh of her tits as my mind went blank. Nothing but my tongue and her body existed in that moment as it swirled round and round her clit, attacking it from every angle. Her hips bucked, her hands forcing my head against her pussy, smothering me between her thighs as they clamped down on my head too.
"Harmon," she moaned my name so loudly it almost knocked me on my ass. "Harmon," she cried out again, my tongue working its way away from her clit in circles, looking for what pleased her, only to return to her clit once more. "Stay," she demanded when my tongue was back on her clit. "Suck," she said, throwing me off guard.
Never one to deny her, I did as she asked, clamping my mouth down directly on her clit and sucking. The buckling of her hips increased, thighs vibrating against my shoulders.
"Yes, yes, Harmon, fucking yes," she screamed, recklessly pulling at the table cloth as I ravished her cunt.
My tongue roamed further down her pussy, tempted by the wetness on my chin.
"Daddy's girl smells so good," I said hungrily, rubbing her clit roughly with my fingers as she went nuts on the table, just watching her for a moment.
"Please don't stop. Don't you fucking dare stop," she demanded, lustful, aggressive eyes willing me to put my mouth back on her pussy.
"So many fucking orders. Time to remind you who is in charge and shut you up, baby girl," I said, smirking up at her before sticking my tongue into her fuck hole and finally tasting her wetness.
"Harmon. Baby. Daddy. Fuuuucckkkk. Teach my cunt to obey daddy," she purred, a satisfied grin on her face as she watched me tongue fuck her pussy.
Passion and something so like affection it could have no other name flowed between us as my eyes locked with hers. A flicker of rationality returned to my brain as I watched the lust give way.
Stop. Stop. Stop. What the fuck are you doing? What happened to not hurting her again?
Incessantly groping hands squeezed her tits harder, ignoring the thoughts. Had my dick been this hard the whole time or was the blood just now beginning to flow south? I was so fixated on her throughout it all that I honestly didn't know the answer.
Naked as the day she was born before me.
Why didn't you take the time to look at her properly? When would you get the chance again? Never. The answer was never. Had to be never.
The thoughts trickling into my head pissed me off. My body wouldn't stop. In and out of her pussy my tongue went.
"Do I taste as good as the first time, daddy?" she flirted in between heavy breaths, raspy voice filling the air once more.
Then a quieter voice seemed to rise above all the others to say three simple words. Before I could stop myself I was saying them out loud.
"Daddy's sweet pussy," I growled against her pussy. "
A few tongue thrusts into her pussy and she came, the vibrating thighs now full on quaking, much like the rest of her.
"Fuck. Daddy. Fuck yes. Don't stop. Never stop. Fucking yes. Fuck your pussy, daddy," she pleaded through whimpers and heavy pants, hands roaming up and down my back, nails slowly sinking into my skin.
Mine. Baby girl, you're mine now.
Tell me I didn't say that out loud.
Her screams and moans. The pleasure I was giving her. My somehow still hardening dick. The scent of her pussy all over my face as I went nuts licking her cunt, all the way from her fuck hole to her clit and back. Seeking to shut the thoughts out altogether, I let the animalistic desire building in me loose and ravished her cunt.
"Don't stop. Not even for my coming pussy. Don't stop, daddy," she insisted, her whole body convulsing beneath me, as out of control as I was consuming her.
"What did I say about giving daddy orders?" I said stoically, withdrawing from her.
Hurt flashed in her eyes as pleasure ripped through her, almost as though it were torturing her. Not so much as a whimper as she bit down on her lip, wave after wave of euphoria hitting her body like a whip as I watched her. Legs still spread. Completely vulnerable before me.
Her eyes dropped to my hands undoing my belt buckle and she swallowed nervously.
"Daddy? What are you doing?" she asked, pleading in her voice.
"What's it look like? Didn't daddy say to keep your legs closed, Olive?" I asked, my voice dangerously low.
Stop. Stop. Stop. Once was bad enough. Eating her out was bad enough.
Only it wasn't bad. Not at all.
"Daddy's dick demands another delicious mistake," I said, unzipping my pants and pulling out my angry, aching, hard dick.