“Those sculptures are relics. I’m more interested in a new kind of art.”
“What’s that?”
“Finally putting to use all this money I’ve been sitting on all these years. Watching your beautiful belly grow with a child, our child, and then spoiling you, and our baby, rotten.”
“Aren’t you worried about spoiling me?”
“I’m sure I can handle spoiled little girls. And if you don’t think I can, then you better prepare yourself for this,” I say, moving to her middle and jerking her pajamas down with one quick tug.
7
Camila
“Mine,” he growls, his hot breath connecting with my soaking wet center. “That sweet little tight untouched pussy is all mine to claim for the first time. I’ll be the first and the last.”
My hands’ jerk to cover myself. It’s the first time a man, anyone for that matter, has ever seen me there.
“Pull those hands away, sweetness. I know what art is and this is a masterpiece. Don’t hide it from me, put it on full display for my eyes only.”
His words give me strength, confidence, and a sense of power. Slowly I move my hands away, my slit bared for him as my whole body comes alive like it never has before as his head dives in and his lips kiss me right there.
My head feels like it’s inside a washing machine on the high spin cycle as my hips melt into the bed as his jaw presses me into the mattress as he licks straight up my slit.
This is happening for real. Right. Now.
The same man I’ve been fantasizing about since I started working for him, the same man who owns this town from a business point of view, the same man who’s private life is a mystery to all, has invited me in and is showing me a side of himself no one else apparently ever gets to see. And I’m doing exactly the same, by showing him not only my pussy, but a side of my biggest sexual organ, my brain, that I’ve always kept hidden.
“Daddy,” I whimper as his arms slide under my body, tilting my hips up as his tongue finds my nub, rolling it around in his mouth before flicking it with the tip of his tongue and then rolling it around inside his mouth again, this time in figure eight’s.
I’m a good girl, I truly am. But he makes me feel so bad, so naughty, and it’s a side I only want to ever share with him.
He groans into my cunt as his tongue dives deeper, his thick fingers digging deeper into my flesh as he locks my body in place as he continues to introduce me to pleasure I didn’t even know was fathomable.
“So. Damn. Perfect,” he mumbles into my pussy, never taking his lips off my drenched opening. “Tell Daddy what feels good.”
“Everything,” I whimper in immediate response, and just as quickly I feel the corners of his lips turn up into a smile as he continues to drink in my juices.
“Tell me. Exactly,” he demands.
“The way your lips feel on my opening,” I moan, my hand coming up and grabbing my breast as one of his hands releases a single butt cheek of mine and slithers up my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps, before he slides a single finger inside my mouth.
My other hand continues massaging a single breast while the other grabs his wrist hard as I suck his digit.
“Tell me what you want, angel,” he demands.
“This. More of this. I want to…come,” the words release from my lips so freely, all inhibitions lost.
“And if I say no?” he says.
“You won’t, Daddy because you said my needs always come first.”
“You’re a good listener,” he compliments, his mouth slightly coming off me and my hand quickly jerks from my chest to the top of his head, pushing his face back into my pussy. “But now it’s my turn to listen. Daddy wants to hear you beg, and if you do a good job, then Daddy will hear you scream.”
“I’m ready, Daddy.”
“Ready for what?”
“To come.”