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I let go of the bar on the wall, and her eyes flit from mine down to the leg I’m balancing on.
With both hands free now, I hold her chin between my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look up at me.
“I’ll tell you if my leg’s a problem, okay?” I part her lips with my thumb, pressing it into her bottom teeth, and I feel the tip of her tongue tease it, sending need straight to my cock. I fist my cock with my other hand, pumping it just inches from her lips. “See? More than good. Understood?”
She looks up at me with glazed-over eyes and nods. “Mm-hmm.”
“Good, because as your temporary and satisfactory fuck buddy, I need your full attention to make sure you’re getting everything you need.”
She shakes her head. “I think I’ve upgraded your status in my life again.”
The way she pants the words, breathy, with flushed cheeks, is so fucking hot that I almost forget what she said. Part of me wants to ask what I am to her now, but looking down at her, I do not have the self-control or presence of mind for that. Everything from the way she’s still slowly rocking onto the dildo stuck to the shower wall to how her body tenses as she nears another orgasm—one I will be counting—to the way her hungry eyes stay glued to my cock has my mind on one track—getting her off and being inside her anyway she’ll have me—preferably at the same time.
I drag my thumb over her cheek, and she leans into my touch and kisses my palm before looking up from my cock to me. I grin back at her. “Do you want Daddy to come down your throat like the needy thing you are, or do you want to let me see how those perfect tits look covered in my cum?”
She smirks something devious and takes my thumb into her mouth. She hollows her cheeks, swirling her tongue around it, giving me her answer.
“Fuck, Bunny. If that’s what you want, I’ll give it to you because this mouth is mine. When you come, I’ll reward you and fuck this pretty little mouth while you’re still filled with your toy.”
Without warning, she lets go of my thumb and takes the head of my cock in her mouth, sucking on it.
“Holy fuck,” I hiss. The sensation is so overwhelming that my leg buckles, and I grab for the bar on the wall because her mouth feels like heaven, even if this is sinful as hell.
She pulls my cock from her mouth, dragging her tongue along the underside before she lets out an amused laugh. “I had to make sure you could handle this mouth, since you said it’s yours and all.”
I cup the nape of her neck. “I know I said I’m good, but a little warning would be nice.”
She shrugs, rocking back onto Octavius again.
“Do you need to punish me, Daddy?” she asks, innocently batting her lashes.
Fuck. If she keeps this up, I’m going to come before she even touches me again.
My grip on her nape tightens. “Maybe, but I’m pretty sure that anything I think of as punishment you’re going to like. So, why don’t you show me how fucking needy you are? Suck my cock, and ride Octavius until you and I both come, because when I fill your throat, I want to feel you moan around every inch of me.”
She gasps, either from my words or because she just bottomed out on that dildo again. Hearing how wet she is each time she takes that toy makes me reconsider my choice, but she doesn’t give me the chance.
Without warning—again—she takes the head of my cock in her mouth and flicks her tongue over the head. She looks up at me with those whiskey eyes and slowly lowers her mouth further onto me.
“That’s right. That’s Daddy’s girl.” She stops halfway down my shaft and bares her teeth, gently pressing them into my throbbing length. I shudder. “Too much on the Daddy thing?”
“Mm-hmm.” She hums around my dick, and the reverberation feels so good in its own right.
“Got it,” I say with a shaky breath, nodding.
She winks at me before continuing to take the rest of me.
Our gaze never wavers as she picks up a steady pace—up and down—hollowing her cheeks and doing something with her tongue that has me questioning my very existence.
Once I’ve calmed my nerves down and made sure I’m not going to come too early, I match her pace, rocking my hips and fucking her hot mouth.
From this angle, every time she rocks back, I see that purple and neon green shaft disappear. Each time she rocks forward and lowers her mouth down onto my cock, I see Octavius glisten from being buried in her wet heat. All the while, the bathroom is filled with the sounds of our labored breathing, the gentle hum of her vibrator, her whimpers and moans, and the water dripping around us.
It’s the perfect symphony of us—hot, wet, noisy, and messy.
It seems like every single time we fuck, it becomes the hottest sex of my life. This time is no exception, and it only leaves me with two questions—how far can we keep ratcheting this intensity up, and will this be the last time?
The thought of losing her again—while she still has me by my heart and dick—has me ready to consider any option that will make sure that doesn’t happen again.
