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"Oh my god!"
I feel Dean chuckle, and he's back, looking up at me with a cocky smile. "Do you want to come, baby? Does your sweet little pussy want to come on Daddy's tongue?"
"Yes!" I grab handfuls of the sheet, head thrashing from side to side. I’m so warm, I’m burning up, the pleasure coming from his mouth and tongue white hot.
"You're not going to," he says, licking another line up my slit. "Not until I'm deep inside you and making you see stars. And not until I tell you you can."
I whimper, but he just goes back to working my pussy with his tongue, sucking my clit into his mouth.
"Dean!"
"Oh, princess. That's it. Let Daddy make you feel good."
I can't take it. His mouth is all over my pussy, and I can't think straight. The noises he's making, the way he's eating me, the way he's looking up at me like he's worshiping me...it's all too much.
"Daddy, please. Oh god..."
"You're so fucking beautiful, Delia," Dean growls, looking up at me as he rises. I want to scream when his mouth leaves my pussy, the lack of it almost heartbreaking.
"Come here," I beg. “Please.”
"That's so cute how you think you can tell me what to do." He chuckles, jerking his shirt over his head. "Lucky for you, we both want the same thing. Now, sit up and undo my belt."
Swallowing hard, I rise to my knees and put my hands on his belt, just like he demands. My legs are shaking, but I can see the hard line of his cock in his jeans. Suddenly, I want to see it, to touch it, more than I've ever wanted anything. I make quick work of the belt, moving to the button and fly and finally pushing his pants down his thick, muscled legs.
Dean assists, stepping out of them and palming himself through his black briefs. God, he's so big. I don't know how in the hell I'm going to be able to fit that inside of me!
A thread of worry has me chewing my bottom lip, but Dean isn't in a waiting mood. "Touch me, Delia."
"But..."
"Hands on your knees, princess, and open wide."
I do as he asks, putting my hands on my knees, and spreading my legs so his big, heavy cock is right in front of my face.
"Touch it, Delia." When I do, he groans. "Suck on the tip, just a little."
I open my mouth, letting the fat head of his cock push past my lips. It's a weird feeling, having something in my mouth, and the size of him...it's daunting. But the way his face relaxes, his head tipping back and a deep groan rumbling from his chest makes me feel powerful. I'm taking care of him. Dean Dixon, my handsome, protective police chief. I'm touching his cock, and he's letting me because he likes it.
"Oh, fuck." My cheeks flush at his words. "So good, baby. Your mouth is so hot. You look so pretty taking my cock like a good girl."
My apex clenches, and I can feel my cream dripping out, running down my legs.
"That's it. Take it all in, just like that. Get your hands around the base. Good girl, stroke me. Just like that. Fucking perfect. Are you ready for me, Delia?"
I moan, and he pulls back. Am I ready? I’m coming apart with need, but I’m still unsure how he’s going to manage to fuck me.
Dean reaches down and cups my chin in his hand. "You're going to have to talk to me, sweetheart. I can't read your mind."
How is it that I can suck his cock but just saying these words feels so hard? "Yes. I want you. I want you to..."
His grip on my chin tightens. "To what, baby?"
I’m throbbing, clenching down on an emptiness that I need filled more than I've ever needed anything. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy."
"What a good girl," Dead purrs. "But you have to be sure. Are you sure, princess?"
"Yes. Fuck me. Take me."
