A sharp slap landed on her ass. “Answer me.”
“Yes, I love it. More please.”
“That’s better. Two fingers now. That’s it. Christ, you’re sucking me in. Delicious. Let me hear how much you like my inspection.”
“More. More. I need more.” She moaned. Then he removed his fingers and she cried out in protest. Everything felt more intense somehow, with her vision taken away from her.
“Shh, I’m not leaving you. Just take a deep breath.”
She took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly as he pressed a plug into her asshole, situating it deep.
“That’s my girl. Fuck, you look so pretty with my plug inside you. Can’t wait until I take your ass with my cock.”
Neither could she and frankly she didn’t know what he was waiti
ng for. She felt him move away from her then she heard running water. He was likely washing his hands. When he returned, he started kissing his way down her back and over her ass.
“My girl. What would I have done if I’d lost you, hmm?”
“You haven’t. You won’t.”
“No, I won’t. Because you’re it, you and me. There is no one else. And you’re going to get that marriage proposal and you will say yes.”
“Well, duh. I’m a sure thing.”
He slapped her ass with his hand and she had to giggle.
“Brat. Hmm, what can I do to keep that bratty mouth under control?”
She felt the lips of her pussy being parted and he started lapping over her entrance. A cry escaped her as he thrust his tongue deep inside her. Back and forth. She needed more. Wanted his dick deep inside her. But she also wanted him in her ass.
Fudge. She was so conflicted.
He used his finger on her clit, circling it, tapping it lightly. She moaned, wriggling around in an attempt to get him to put more pressure on the sensitive nub. But a smack to her ass warned her to stay still. With a moan of frustration, she froze and he rewarded her by flicking faster at her clit. Just as she was about to come, her entire body on edge, he drew away.
“No!” she cried out. “Don’t stop.”
“Shh,” he told her. “I’m not stopping.”
He grasped her around the waist and lifted her down. He slid the blindfold off her face. She pouted up at him. “What kind of torture is this? I was so close.”
“You’re just going to have to learn some patience then, aren’t you? Because your inspection isn’t done.”
“Screw the inspection. I want to come.”
“You’ll come when I say you get to, brat.” He lifted her up and carried her over to the couch. Grabbing a cushion, he set it on the floor then he stripped off and sat. The cushion was on the floor between his legs. He pointed at it. “Kneel.”
She knelt down. Anticipation had her body humming.
“Only use our mouth. Put your hands on my thighs if you need to in order to steady yourself. But no touching my dick with your hands.”
Damn. That was no fun. Also, he was freaking huge, so she couldn’t get much of him into her mouth. But she leaned in, placing her hands where he’d said as she licked along the length of him, then pressing her tongue over the slit at the head. He murmured something, placing his hand on her head, guiding her gently.
“Now, open your mouth and stay still. Can you do that? Can you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Shuffle back.” She moved back and he stood.