“Daniel.”
“That’s right,” I growled. “I’m going to feast on your pussy, and I want to taste your cum. Don’t hold back.”
I dove in, pulling her into my face as I lapped at her through her folds, adding another finger as I pumped them both in and out of her cunny. She gripped me so fucking well that I knew she’d hug my cock even tighter.
My hand splayed across her stomach, and my thumb angled over her clit. I began to circle over it, applying a little pressure as I continued to fuck her with my mouth, tongue, and fingers.
Skyla jolted, her hips lifting as she rolled them into my face.
“Give it to me, Skyla.”
She moaned, thrashing her head to the side. Her movements became more frantic, more intense. I could tell she balanced on the precipice, ready to fall over the edge. Her thighs quivered as she bucked, crying out my name.
Then her sweet, tight channel clamped down, holding my fingers like a vice as I groaned, plunging into her to prolong the pleasure.
Fluid gushed from her core, soaking my lips as I licked and sucked, holding her hips in place.So fucking good.
I rose to my feet, shoving down my boxer briefs as I lifted her legs, pushing the bar upward so I had access—no need to see if she was wet enough. Skyla had already soaked the sheets.
My hips surged forward, and I shoved my cock inside her sweet pussy, thrusting hard, fast, and holding that bar so I reached deep, bottoming out. I wanted her to feel me later when she was alone, to buzz with memory, and feel the soreness between her thighs.
I didn’t worry about a condom or pregnancy. Snooki took care of the girls, and cleanliness, regular doctor appointments, and testing were required, along with birth control. Nobody wanted a kid without both adults consenting, and that shit didn’t happen with the club girls. Not unless a brother made one an ol’ lady.
I fucked Skyla as promised, driving her into the mattress, a man possessed. Her tits bounced with the movement, but I didn’t touch them. Not today. No, right now, all I needed was to feel her pussy clenching my dick, barely fitting I was so goddamn swollen and aroused.
The sight of her like this, shackled to my mercy, brought out the Reaper, and I hissed, snarling as we both enjoyed Skyla’s moans. I wanted more of this. Tonight.
The spreader bar was my new favorite toy, and the basic Y-position a permanent requirement. Simple. Easy access. No problem getting to her pussy and keeping her legs spread open for my thrusts. In my opinion, one of the most beneficial.
“Fuck, honey. See how pretty your pussy takes my cock. Look,” I ordered, slowly gliding in and out. “You’re so fucking wet that your cream is coating us both.”
Skyla cried out my name, digging her nails into my forearms.
My orgasm hit fast, and I couldn’t stop fucking her, pistoning my hips as ropes of my cum flooded her, spilling out and coating her pussy as I slowly pulled out, letting the last of the sticky mess drip onto her puckered hole below.
I’d own all of her, possess every hole, and paint her with my cum every chance I got. I found my new distraction. A pretty young girl with an addicting pussy and submissive to my debauchery. I knew I’d have her in my bed every night. She felt too good. Took my dick like she was made for it. And that was fucking perfect.