“Very nice,” he told her. “You may start licking me.”
She leaned down and licked his knee, then looked up at him with wide eyes.
Reaching down he pinched her nipple, tugging on it as she gasped.
“My cock. Lick my cock.”
“Sir, yes, Sir.”
“Maybe that spanking I gave you wasn’t long enough,” he mused.
“It was, it was,” she said hastily, leaning forward to lick his long, thick cock. It was warm and hard. Delicious. She licked at it as though it were her favorite cone of ice cream, even making little noises of pleasure.
Damn, she’d missed him. Her pussy throbbed and clenched, growing so moist she was worried she’d start dripping.
“That’s it, sugar. Now take the head of my cock into your mouth. Just the head. Be careful to keep your balance; we don’t want you head-butting anything precious.”
Precious. Men, they really did think they had the crown jewels between their legs.
“That’s it, sugar. Now suck. Hard.”
She sucked strongly on the head of his shaft, and then used her tongue across the slit at the top.
He blew out a deep breath. “Okay, take more of me inside you now. Slowly, slowly. Good, very good.”
Laken followed his directions, moving back and forth on his shaft, taking him fully into her mouth.
Finally, he clasped her face in his hands. “Hold still, sugar. I’m not far away.” Then he began thrusting, moving his hips up and down until he came with a yell. She sucked him down, swallowing.
“Let go now, baby,” he told her. Reaching down he pulled her up until she was straddling him. Then he kissed her, his tongue slipping through her lips to play with hers.
“That was fantastic.” He nipped at her lips as his hands moved to her breasts, kneading and cupping them. She arched against him as he toyed with her nipples. Arousal rushed through her. She needed him so badly.
“Such a beautiful girl. So good. Whose good girl are you, Laken?”
Good girl.
The words shuddered through her, but her arousal was stronger and for once they didn’t have the power to make her feel ill. There was a small kernel of fear. But this was Duncan. Duncan holding her. Duncan driving her mad.
“Yours,” she replied. “I’m your good girl.”
He dropped one hand to her pussy, driving two fingers deep inside her. She groaned, clenching around him. That felt so good. His thumb brushed her clit.
“Say it again. Say whose good girl you are.”
“Yours. I’m your good girl,” she cried.
“That you are,” he said with satisfaction. “Come, Laken. Come now.”
With a low cry, she let herself go. She cried out as she slammed over the edge into an intense orgasm. A storm of pleasure swept through her.
“My good girl,” he murmured. “All mine. Always.”
Picking her up, Duncan carried her into the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, he rested back against the headboard and just held her tight.
Laken stirred and he loosened his hold a bit so she could sit up. Damn, it felt right having her in his arms, in his bedroom. She stared up at him. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead.
“All right, sugar?” he asked.