David’s POV.
God, she looks perfect. Like a queen. My queen.
I inspect Vera as she watches me with her parted lips. Her chest is rapidly jerking and I know without a single doubt that her heart is crazily tap-dancing inside her.
I probe her subconscious by teasing my cock and she watches me, drooling at the fucking sight of me.
Looking at the way she’s lost, staring at me, makes a smirk to tip the corners of my lips up.
I don’t know what’s going on inside that head of hers. But I’m just about to find out by checking the waters in her furrow. That’ll be the only answer to my wordless question.
Following the line of Vera’s sight, I gaze down at my body, taking in the soggy sight of the crown of my shaft. It’s filled with precum, dropping in ribbon down on the floor.
That makes Vera bite her lips out of reflex but it gets me high knowing I’m so soaked just because of my girl.
And tonight, I’ll ensure to knit our soaked sex together in such a way that it’ll stick to our minds forever.
She squishes her thighs together, trying to ease the knot of tension the scene I’m creating produces but I use that momentum to step up-close to her, dominating her space.
This close, we breathe heavily and I swear I can hear the thunderous beating of our hearts…
Cautiously, I trail my fingers through her bare right arm while my other hand jerks my cock.
Vera’s skin practically singe at every layer of touch my fingers leave on her skin. Goosebumps amass on her skin, making shivers run down her spine.
I love the way she responds easily to my touches.
Reaching closer to the juncture between her neck and shoulder, I circle my fingers around it, tugging her close to my naked chest.
Landing with a gasp, we lock gazes…eyes filled with sensations…one I’ve never seen before…
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>>>Vera’s POV>>>
The way our body knits together makes fireworks go off inside me. I wasn’t expecting to see him here when I returned. But I not only saw him, he was still hard from our unfinished
session.
Fuck, it left me speechless the instant my eyes trailed over the tent in his boxers. His size is something I’m yet to come to grips with it. He’s too monstrous. So fucking huge that I don’t stop drooling whenever I catch sight of it.
While seated on the couch, he was like a God about to distribute judgment but now I’m in his arms, he’s just that God that knows how to pleasure my princess parts.
I cave even when I’m not supposed to. I go putty in his arms just at the slightest flicker of his finger over my skin.
With heavy breath escaping my lips like plumes of smoke, I plant my hand on his striated chest, feeling the pulse of his muscle under my palm.
My heart rapidly thuds, jerking in extreme ecstasy at what’s about to happen.
The shockwave of arousal whipping my core has me drawing her legs together, squishing my thighs to lessen the strength of this sexual excitement. But it doesn’t seem to work.
Not when David peppers kisses over the globe of my ear, tingling me to no end. I shudder in his arms. My body quakes with great intensity too much for me to withstand.
Fuck, it’s hard for me to stand on my two feet ’cause I’m practically melting, and as if David knew, he lifts me up with just one bulky arm, my legs part to straddle his tapered waist.
A long stream of breath whooshes out me as I struggle to relax in his arms.
We both motion our heads together so that our eyes lock and looking into the depth of his black ones, I see the swirl of emotions I can’t lay even a finger on.
However, I’m able to decipher one and that’s lust. And I go with the flow.
Instinctively, our heads beckon closer, my eyes on his lips and his on mine.
Without warning, we suture our lips together and a satisfied moan vibrates from my lips at the pillowy touch of David’s.
Fuck, I’ve never nipped lips as fluffy as David’s. His mouth seizes mine in the careful dance of our lips. And his teeth tug my lower lip into his warm mouth.
I sigh, slinking my fingers through his nape and sinking them into his soft hair. With every increase of the kiss, I fist his hair more.
We embark on a sensational caress of tongue and lips. A battle for dominance, even though I already knew David would get the upper hand.
But the knowledge
that he lets me struggle to dominate him makes something in me stir. It makes me realize David might be the type that wants a woman to take some measure of control in bed.
Although he made it clear tonight he’ll take charge. He’ll deliver the pleasure that’ll come from the bouts of whatever sexual play we embark on tonight.
And I’ll let him. I love it when he actually commands my movement in bed. When he commands the flow of my orgasm.
A whisper sneaks out of my lips as I feel David’s palm contact with my pussy as he slaps over it.
My wet panties stick deeper into my cunt.
Panting, I look up at him and I see a tinge of smirk on his handsome face.
“How fucking wet are you?” He gruffly says and I reply with a long, craving whimper. “You left me without satisfaction, kid. But now you want me to pleasure you…hmm? Give your princess parts attention…and make it cream everywhere?”
I cry out as I feel the sneaky movement of the pad of his fingers over my pussy.
My clit swell, fluttering at his touch and tease. Moaning, I nod wordlessly to his questions but suddenly I feel him spank my ass cheeks.
My eyes which were about to flutter shut flies open quickly and I hold his stare.
“Word.” He commands.
“Yes, daddy.” I say to him. God, I want him all over me. Both in and out. Just about every layer of my skin.
“What do you say to daddy after leaving him, kid?” His baritone rings out, making me jerk inadvertently. “Hmmm?”
I bite my lips that’s craving the whip of David’s, then I crane my neck to connect my eyes with his. Then. “I…I made a mistake, daddy. Can you forgive me?”
David’s eyes glint and dim. In a second, he draws me close to him again and lands his lips on mine.
This time, the kiss borders on adoration. And I revel in every lash of his mouth against mine. Every strum of his fingers over my chest and over my turgid nipples.
Circling his burly arm around me, David twirls me around even as our tongues twine together in our frenzied kiss.
He lowers me to the bed and I plant my hand over his chest as he does so.
I divorce my legs apart for him to take control and he settles himself in between my legs, his chest pressing strictly against mine.
And then we kick off. Sucking each other’s lips. Roving our hands over our bodies. David flicks and coaxes my nipples and I wrap my hands around him, rubbing at his back while I buck my hips up to grind over his cock.
“Hmmm…” he grunts at every meeting of my hips to his shaft. My waters now dampen the fabric of my dress, showing how drenched I am from the kisses and the dry-humping of our sex.
I press Daddy over me tightly, even looking to see if I can meld our bodies as one. Daddy tugs my dress down, exposing my bare breasts to his view.
A sigh slinks away from his lips and I catch the glint of need reflecting in his eyes.
Instead of closing his lips over my nipple, David coaxes it with his fingers, making a grown of pleasure slip away from my lips.
Fuck!
I shut my eyes, my hips grinding insanely over his while he takes his perfect time to torture my nipples. Swapping between the right and left one, stoking a flame that’ll be so hard to quench.
We both are grunting. Breathing heavily. Yet we didn’t stop. If I’m to die with David on top of me like this, teasing me. Torturing me sexually. Then I know I died happily. I died in the hands of the man I desire. My very own.
Cruising his fingers down my thighs, he sneaks them into my inner thighs, finding the apex of my thighs. My V-line.
Daddy tenderly feathers a touch over there and makes some possessive noise at the back of his throat.
Why is he being too possessive now?
I don’t think much about it as I notice the weight of his body being lifted from me. I feel somewhat cold at the loss of his touch but my feeling of loss turns to surprise as David grabs a hold of both my legs, pushing them apart.
He holds my gaze with a determined flirty look on his face and a little smirk on his lips as he raises one of my legs over the couch and the other over my chest so he can get a perfect view of my cunt.
I feel exposed but in a perfect way.
“Gorgeous!” Daddy drawls at the sight of my dripping wet pussy.
A smile split my lips at his words. I chuckle as I plead. “Please…”
I don’t want the delay anymore. I want him to take over. To deliver the pleasure he promised.
“Say it again, kid…” He demands.
Shedding off my pride, I work my mouth into whispering the words. “Please me, daddy.”
Our eyes make an intense connection as David brings himself face to face with my cunt. He singles out his wet, soft tongue and slaps it over my swollen cunt.
“Uuuhhhhhh!!” I scream bumping my pussy over his face…
To be continued…