Page 28 of Daddy's Treat
I don’t have much time to think about anything else for a while because Kade’s mouth is between my legs, and he’s really, really good with his tongue.
My thighs clench around Kade’s shoulders as he licks a slow line from the bottom of my core all the way to my button. I shudder when his tongue lightly circles, then flicks the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Oh, God.
So good.
He keeps drawing those maddening little circles around and around, barely brushing against the bud, over and over again. My legs tremble, and my kitty contracts emptily. I whimper when I feel his finger gently nudging my entrance.
“Yesss…” I hiss as he slides his thick digit inside me. My hips buck up, demanding more.
His finger moves with the same tender care as his tongue, and I think I might lose my ever-loving mind. I need more. Kade’s other hand clamps down on my hip, pinning me with his firm grip so that I can no longer move. I cry out in frustration.
“Please!” I’m not ashamed to beg. I feel like Kade has been teasing me for hours. Maybe it’s only been minutes, but with all the other times he’s teased me on other days, it sure feels like hours and hours.
Kade looks up at me from his spot between my legs, his blue eyes practically glowing from desire. “Please, what, shortcake?”
“Oh, God!”I moan as his words vibrate through my oversensitive folds.
He chuckles, causing more vibrations, which causes me to moan and writhe for him.
“Kade… more please…”
“Hmm…” he hums against my kitty, sending little jolts of pleasure through me. “More what? This?” he asks before licking directly over my button. I fling my head back at the sensation. “Or this?” He thrusts a second finger alongside the first, and my kitty clamps down on them as if they were his cock. “Maybe this?” He sucks my nub between his lips and worries at it with his tongue until I’m arching off the bed and screaming his name.
“Yes! Yes! All of it! Please…”
“Tell me. Tell me what you want.”
“Lick me.”
“Lick you were, shortcake?”
He blows a hot breath along my folds, and it’s just enough to ramp up my pleasure but not enough to send me over the edge. He’s not playing fair.
“What did we say about life not being fair? Now tell me where you want me to lick you?”
Cheese and crackers, I must’ve said that out loud. I’m losing control of my mouth, which is never a good thing.
“M-my kitty.”
“Hmm, you mean this sweet little pussy?” He licks me in a touch so featherlight, I wonder if I imagined it.
“Yes, that!”
“Say it. I want you to say, ‘Please, lick my pussy.’”
I groan as if he’s torturing me to death. Maybe he is, can someone die from orgasm denial? I know without a doubt, he will keep tormenting me until I do what he says. He likes my alternate curses, but apparently, he’s decided that I need to change my verbiage for bedroom activities.
“Please, lick my pussy,” I whisper.
“I’m sorry, what did you say? I couldn’t hear you all the way down here in front of your pussy.”
Oh, goodness gracious. Cruel, cruel man.
“Please, lick my pussy!” Okay, I didn’t mean to shout it, but I’m not really in control of any actual brain function at the moment, so it is what it is.
“Good girl. Don’t mind if I do.” Finally, his mouth is back on my… pussy, and he’s licking it like a starved man. “Your pussy is so fucking sweet, shortcake. I could stay down here licking you for hours.”