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Her hips stutter, and I quickly reach up to steady her. Charity’s back bends, her legs spreading wider as she chases her orgasm against my mouth. “I need more. I need, fuck. I want,” she corrects, grinding against my tongue so hard I think she might be trying to fuse our bodies together. I like that idea.
“You gonna come for me, Viper?”
“Ohjesuschrist,” she whines as my fingers dig into her hips, guiding her movements when her muscles seem to have stopped cooperating. I can feel how close she is, but something seems to hold her back. She shifts, her eyes meeting mine between her thighs. “Please, Daddy. Can you help me come?”
I’ve died. It’s the only explanation for the odd, floating sensation that has taken over my body at her words. I shift beneath her, pressing my mouth against her clit as I lift her off the tabletop. Spinning, I drop her onto the flannel, my lips still attached to her clit as my fingers press deep into her soaking cunt.
She rides my fingers while I reach back, pulling the toy from my pocket. I turn the vibrator on, the gentle buzzing filling the air around us, but Charity doesn’t notice until I run it along her inner thigh.
“Oh, fuck!” Her head snaps up, eyes locking on mine as I move the toy between her legs. Dragging it against her pussy has the desired effect. Her back arches, head falling back as she pushes her hips toward me.
I do my best not to overwhelm her, alternating between teasing her entrance and circling her clit.
“Daddy,” Charity moans, reaching for me as her legs start to shake. “Daddy, please. I need...I need...”
I’m not sure exactly what she’s asking for since she can’t put it into words, but I give it my best guess. Moving the toy to her clit, I press two fingers deep into her, rubbing the spot that makes her clench around me.
“Fuck, fuck, yes,” Charity shatters, and I ease her through it, pressing gentle kisses to the inside of her thighs and the bottom of her stomach where her t-shirt has ridden up.
“So, that’s a vibrator, then?” She eyes the toy in my hand, and I snort, shifting up to press a kiss to her lips.
“Yes.”
“I like it.”
“Good,” I flash her a bright smile, wiggling my eyebrows. “There’s more where it came from.”
Charity gives me a deadpan look, but I can see the amusement in her eyes. “You’re so dumb.”
“And you,” I run my nose along her jawline before kissing my way down the center of her body. “Are owed a second orgasm.”
“Oh, I don’t think?—”
I cut her off with a nip to her inner thigh. Charity yelps, but it quickly turns to a sharp inhale when I run my tongue against her swollen clit. It takes a minute, but she starts to move her hips in little circles against my face. I wait until she’s all but bucking against my lips to turn the toy on again. I don’t tease her this time, pressing the vibrator as far into her as possible.
Charity screams, her thighs squeezing either side of my head as her clit pulses against my tongue.
“I hate you,” she sighs, dragging her nails along my scalp.
“You have the strangest reaction to orgasms.”
She smiles, and I swear my heart stops at the sight. Bathed in sunlight, freshly fucked, and smiling, she looks like a goddess sent to torture me with her beauty. I would take every ounce of that torture and more if it meant she’d keep smiling at me.
“It should be illegal for someone to be that good with their mouth.” Her fingers trail around the side of my neck, walking across my cheek until she’s tapping my bottom lip with one pointed nail. “But I’m not complaining.”
The tip of her finger dips between my lips, and I instantly pull it further into my mouth, scraping the pad against my teeth. “I should hope not.”
“Let me return the favor.”
My phone vibrates in my pocket as she says the words, and I know we’ve run out of time. Sighing, I shake my head. “We’ve been gone for too long as it is. They’ll send a search party for us if we take any longer.”
I slide off the end of the table, grab her clothes from the bench, and hand them to her so she doesn’t have to move from her spot on the flannel. Charity snatches her jeans from my hand harder than expected, but I don’t realize anything is wrong until she jumps off the side of the table without lacing her boots.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“So, something.”
