“To come on Daddy’s face. To fill his mouth with your juices so he can drink from your fountain of youth? So he can taste your sweet nectar, your honey, your untouched liquids, and drink them down like the youthful elixir that they are?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I agree, realizing he’s better at this talking stuff than I am. I couldn’t say much even if I wanted too, my stomach tightening and I feel an intense tsunami forming that needs to unleash…soon.
The room starts to spin and I lose a sense of time and place as his head shakes back and forth rapidly, his tongue polishing my clit like a windshield wiper on the high-speed setting.
My hands grip his hair hard and I press my hips up into his face.
“Your little pussy loves it when Daddy gives it a bath…with his tongue.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I cry out. “I’m close,” I whimper, as his tongue changes direction, moving vertically through my slit, opening me before the tip dives in deep.
My eyes roll back in my head.
“Spread your legs wider, baby girl,” he commands.
“I can’t,” I say, my thighs slamming shut against his ears as my inner leg muscles quake.
He grabs my knees and p
ries them open like a vice as my pulse pounds like a drum in-between my ears. My nipples are beyond pebbled, ready to cut glass as they point straight toward the ceiling, threatening to cut through the fabric of the top of my pajamas.
“My naughty little, devil,” he moans into me. “I can feel your pulse skip under your skin,” he says, pressing down on the vein that runs along the inside of my leg.
“Yes. I’m bad, Daddy. I’m good,” I continue, immediately contradicting myself as I’m lost in a million thoughts and none all at the same time. “I need to come. I’m about to explode.”
“Then don’t talk about it, princess. Be about it. Come for your Daddy. Come on his face and make him whole.”
Everything inside me releases as I scream at the top of my lungs as the tsunami of an orgasm inside me slams through my being. My thighs tighten beyond his stronghold and slam shut against his head yet again as my fingertips dig into his scalp as my climax shatters through me, and all the unrealistically high expectations I had of what this could feel like. Now I know my lofty expectations somehow weren’t even high enough.
Carter groans into my middle as my body twists on the sheet, flipping his massive frame over onto his back as my ass flexes as I push my cunt down into his face. My hips twitch and buck and suddenly my body goes limp. Looking over my shoulder I see Carter’s ripped six-pack bared as his shirt has come untucked, and an erection that’s threatening to tear through his trousers.
I want to reach down and stroke it, suck it, ride it, but I can’t move a muscle. I’m completely spent of all my energy and everything that was inside me.
My midsection melts into his face and it’s only then that he grabs my hips and lifts me off his face, tossing me to the side of the bed like yesterday’s news.
But just as quickly he gathers me up and sits me on his lap, gently rubbing his hand through my hair as we both fight for whatever oxygen is left in the room.
His hand reaches behind my back and when he brings it back he’s holding a teddy bear.
“Teddy!” I say, looking at the stuffie with the joy I always do when I’m in the right headspace around stuffed animals.
“I picked this up for you when I was away.”
“What’s his name?” I ask, taking it from his hands and hugging it hard.
“Whatever you want it to be.”
“Oh, Daddy,” I say, keeping the teddy bear between my chest as I hug Daddy and my new stuffie at the same time. A feeling of complete happiness washes through me and I kiss Carter hard, right on the lips.
Suddenly I burst out in uncontrollable laughter.
“What’s so funny, baby girl?”
“My first thought when you found me going through your closet was that you were going to fire me, and all this was going to be over.”
“Silly girl,” he says, tapping the tip of my nose with a single finger. “This is just getting started, and you belong to Daddy and no one else. Forever. And don’t you ever forget it.”
“I’ll remember, Daddy.”