Page 12 of Burn Baby Burnt
Anne still believed her daughter had simply moved in with a friend to finish high school with a support system. Dixie didn’t want to deal with her mother’s rage until she graduated and felt truly free. I understood, but I wanted to scream it from the damnBelle City Towersthat she was mine. I wanted to paint it on her skin every day before she left the house. I wanted to be her everything, and I planned to be.
She beamed, smiling at me from across our dining table. “Everything here is so perfect!”
She’d told me a few hundred times already, each time more sunny than the last.
We had all of her things moved in, and mine as well. We spent the day together, running around the house, plotting out our new lives and plans for each room. Our closet was decidedly, not full enough. I made plans to take her shopping for more things. All of the things. More clothes, jewelry, products for her hair, whatever she wanted.
Dixie spent a few hours babbling about the garden on and off, throwing ideas at me and smiling each time I liked one. And then we made dinner together, something I found I liked a whole lot. I grilled our steaks while she made potatoes and green beans to pair with it. She didn’t stop smiling the entire time and neither did I.
“I can’t wait to see what you do with the garden, it’ll be good practice,” I told her, setting down my silverware. Her dreams were simple and beautiful and I could more than afford to fund them, so I was going to. I was going to give her the perfect world if it killed me.
“You really meant it, then? You’ll help me open a flower shop?” she asked, holding her heart with her pale pink manicured fingers interlocking.
“Baby, I’m already looking for locations. You’ll have the flower shop as soon as you graduate, unless you’d like time off before of course,” I assured her, sipping on my glass of wine. Dixie promptly dropped her fork onto her plate and crawled underneath the table with a devilish grin on her face. “What do you think you're doing, you wicked little minx?” I chuckled, looking down at her as she came to her knees beneath me.
“I’m thanking you,” she whispered, reaching for my belt.
“You know you don’t have to thank me that way, Dix,” I reminded her as she stripped off my belt and pulled down my zipper.
“I know, but I like it. I want you to fuck my throat like you like so much. I like when you run your fingers through my tears and smear my mascara all over my face.” She was a freak, my girl. She loved the rough stuff, and she was so damn good at taking it from me.
“Then get to work sucking my cock, dollface.” I winked down at her and tipped my chin, waiting for the show to begin. The way she pulled my cock out and immediately slipped it into her mouth could only be described as immaculate. My blood rushed to it quickly, hardening it between her lips. Her soft wet little tongue worked perfectly on me, torturing me with licks, twirls, and sucks. “Fuck me, your mouth is downright sinful.”
“I’m thirsty,” she pouted, licking up the length of my shaft. “And I don’t mean for wine, come in my mouth so I can drink you,sir.”
I ground my teeth down, relaxing into the touch, fighting the usual desire to last longer. My fingers threaded into her soft hair, holding her in place. I wanted to savor her mouth, but I also wanted to give her everything she asked for. I was hers way more than she was mine. Dixie owned my heart and soul. I let myself fall into the pleasure she was giving me. Pure ecstasy hit me like a truck as I came into her mouth. She drank me down like the greedy little doll she was and smiled up at me happily.
I pulled her to her feet, slanting my mouth down over her swollen lips. The pink floral sundress she wore suffered at the hands of my impatience. I ripped it down the center to get my mouth on her taut nipples.
She gasped, but pushed into the touch.
“If I put my hand up what remains of this dress, how wet are your panties going to be for me, dollface?”
Her cheeks flushed bright red. “I’m not wearing any.”
My hands found her ribs, lifting her up to sit on the table. “Feet on the edge, spread those legs for me. And hold your knees to stay sitting up. I want to see your face when I make you come all over my tongue, Dix.”
She scrambled to obey, doing exactly like I asked, her legs spread for me, pushing the fabric of her dress to her waist. Tits out, glistening pussy exposed, face flushed, she presented herself to me, looking absolutely mouth-watering.
One swipe of my tongue through her soaking wet pussy had her mouth falling open and her fingers tightening around her knees.
“I fucking love dessert,” I groaned before continuing.
“Ah!” she cried. “M–more.”
Whatever you want,I thought, filling her with two fingers.
Pressing them deeper, I curled them up to nearly pull them out. Repeating the motion while flicking her clit with my tongue, I had her moaning louder and louder.
“That’s it dollface. You’re taking it so well. You gonna come for me?” I asked, teasing her with my teeth before sucking her clit between my lips carefully.
“Jasper, yes! Oh,yes,” she gasped, leaning into my face.
Her pussy pulsed around my fingers, squeezing the fuck out of them. She flooded my hand with her release, her eyes rolling and toes curling.
When the wave calmed, she sighed happily, fisting my shirt to pull me into a kiss.
“Best. Move in day. Ever.”