Page 9 of Hunted for Halloween

“Yes, Daddy.” I gulp, my eyes landing on his huge cock straining through his pants. The thought of it fitting into me both scares and excites me.

Why am I even thinking about that when this is supposed to be some one time thing.

“Good girl,” he crouches again, his hands skimming up my legs, leaving heat in their wake as he pulls off my booty shorts.

He pulls my pussy towards his face, tugging me to him by my legs. “Look at you, dripping wet and making a mess on this beautiful sofa. That night was a mistake, huh?” he clicks his tongue.

Christian’s tongue meets my inner thigh, eliciting a shiver from me. My back arches off the sofa, and I want to thrust mypussy in his face, but there's only so much movement I can make with my hands bound. I whimper, frustrated.

“Please, daddy.” I'm not past begging to get what I want now.

My pussy oozes with more of my arousal, and it's smearing the sofa with every thrashing movement I'm making. He throws my legs over his shoulders, nipping on my inner thigh.

“What do you want?” His husky voice is taunting, its heat searing an imprint against my thigh.

“I want your mouth on me,” I pant, staring at his mane of dark hair that I badly want to tug on.

“Beg for it like my whore.” He roughly demands, nibbling on my thigh, hard enough to leave his mark.

“Please, daddy. Please, I want you to fuck me with your mouth.” My voice trembles with need and frustration.

His tongue connects with my glistening folds, teasing them with tentative licks that make me squirm. He chuckles against my dripping cunt, the sexy vibrating sound piercing through my skin, and leaving a tingling sensation in my veins. It gives me a heady rush.

“So needy,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue through my inner folds.

“Ugh, fuck.”

“You love that, Pumpkin?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Christian sucks on my swollen clit at my approval, eliciting a long, throaty moan from me. He teases the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue, grazing his teeth on it before his tongue laps against the edges of my entrance, right where I need. I push my body off the sofa, wanting to shove my cunt into his mouth.

“There,” I whimper with teary eyes. His teasing touches are making me so needy and frustrated.

“Here?” he murmurs huskily, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thigh.

“Yes—oh, fuck!” I jerk when he thrusts his tongue into my hole.

As much as Christian is masculine and wears his dominance like an armor, he takes my needs into consideration, as though he simply exists to make my darkest and dirtiest desires come to pass. And fuck, the realization makes me drip even more for him as he plunges his sinful tongue in and out of me.

“You taste so fucking addictive,” he groans between thrusts and licks. “Like mine,” his voice is dark and possessive as his tongue strokes me to tears.

“Argh! It feels so fucking good,” my eyes roll back in their sockets, the pleasure teasing my vision with sweet black dots.

My abdomen churns with tension, my veins pulsating with a mix of need and hunger. Christian’s tongue strokes me needily. The way he alternates between sucking on my clit and tongue-fucking me make me so fucking thirsty and aggravated that all I want to do is to sink myself into the sofa.

“Oh, God. I can't take it.” I shake my head, my eyes blurring with tears when he begins to feast on me with a hunger like never before.

“Yes, you can,” he pauses and I almost lose it.

But that sweet, maddening sensation rushes back tenfold when he devours me even harder, like he's starved of me. He tongue-fucks me like he's taking out his frustration on me. His strokes and licks are ravishing, extracting loud and filthy noises from me. He eats me out until I start screaming and sobbing.

Even as he ruins me with his mouth, I'm torn between getting him to stop or to heighten the intensity. I can feel my insides and brain liquefying themselves. I curl my legs around his neck when the need to hold on to something gets overwhelming. He thrusts even harder, pushing in a finger and grabs onto my thigh harshly to keep me in place.

“Fuck!” I have never been tongue-fucked in a way that feels this good and makes me want to sink into nothingness because. The pleasure is bordering on insanity. “More, daddy, more!”

My legs begin to tremble with spasms, my insides clenching down on his fingers hard. I thrust my chest forward when I feel my impending climax, and my moan reaches a deafening crescendo when my release crashes through me.