Page 50 of The Brigadier

Until she reached my cock. Like a hungry little witch, she wrapped one hand around the base of my shaft, taking a few seconds to tease me as only she could do. The tiny puffs of air she issued, the way she flicked one finger across my testicles was enough to drive a man wild.

When she was bratty enough to continue, I’d finally had enough, gripping both sides of her head.

“You are bad. That’s not a good idea any longer,” I breathed, no longer able to recognize my voice.

She giggled when still between my legs, finally dragging her tongue back and forth across my slit. Somehow, she was able to make everything more sensitive. And she was blowing my mind.

“Open that mouth. Now.”

The way she glanced up at me was as if she knew she had full control.

For now.

I finally closed my eyes as soon as she did, engulfing the tip. I continued to hold her firmly, doing my best not to force my cock against the back of her mouth. But damn, it was tough. Even the way she was rolling my balls between her fingers added pressure to the moment, pre-cum already leaking. As soon as she had hermouth fully engaged, taking me down a couple of inches, I lost all sense of control.

I drove the entire length of my shaft into her mouth, knowing that between how hot her mouth was and how wet, I’d lose it if I wasn’t careful.

That couldn’t happen. I needed to be inside of her.

Soon.

Chantel swirled her tongue back and forth, not backing away from the fact I was pumping her mouth full of my male needs. Fucking her mouth was sheer delight. I pumped hard and fast, sweat beading across my forehead.

Until I couldn’t take it any longer. If I waited, I would fill her mouth and throat with my cum.

I wasn’t gentle, lifting and almost tossing her body onto the island. Even though it was obvious she’d cleaned the kitchen, there were still some items left on the surface.

No longer.

What was left I raked off, including the towel holder and container holding spatulas.

“Shush. You’ll wake Damien,” she said in a hushed but chastising voice.

I was a wild tease myself, reaching down quickly and grabbing her soaked panties. “Then I guess I’ll need to keep you quiet.” Without hesitation, I used the slight opportunity as she opened her mouth to protest to shove the crimson lace into her mouth.

She rolled her eyes in her usual bratty girl style and all it did was fuel me even more. Without hesitation, I reached into one of thedrawers, feeling for and finding what I was looking for. There was something even more special about gathering her legs into my arms, spreading her wide open to suit my needs.

Her pussy was glistening, her clit already swollen and pretty in pink. But I planned on making it even pinker.

But before, I planned on reminding her that often pain was needed with pleasure. Did that make me a sadist? Maybe, but I sensed she could handle anything I was able to dole out. I twirled the wooden spoon, giddy from the way her eyes opened wide. And when I brought the implement down against her pussy lips, even through the makeshift gag, her moans were deep and ragged.

After a single hard crack, I had to issue another.

And another.

Six was enough to enflame her tissue slightly. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her in any way. I immediately dropped my head, soothing her by feasting.

She writhed and moaned in my hold, pitching her arms down, one hand fisting my hair while she batted air with the other. I watched her every move until I became far too consumed, eating her out as if she was the only food left on this earth.

I licked her furiously and alternately sucked on her clit. There was something special about the way she was bumping up and down on the counter. She even managed to push her body enough that her head fell over the opposite edge.

Refusing to let go, I finally yanked her back into position, thrusting my tongue and several fingers inside. As I pumped, I lifted my head once, licking sweet juice off my lips. But in truefashion to the sadist I was, I smacked her pussy and the crack of her sweet ass with the spoon. I did so love the way she moaned.

That was enough.

For now.

I returned to feasting, taking my time to savor the flavor, this time like peaches and cream. It wasn’t long until her body went stiff. She jerked her head up, her eyes completely dilated. An orgasm rushed through her and it was a beautiful sight to see. But I was far too greedy, my need to taste her far outweighing the desire to watch her convulse.