Page 81 of Jace
“This cock?” He strokes his terrifying girth. “You think you can take it, Smokeshow?”
“No.” I’m so aroused, I’m honest. “That’s why I’ll be a good girl for you. I’ll let you play with toys in my pussy and ass until I’m ready to take your big dick…Daddy.”
“Oh fuck, Vivian.” He tears my panties down to my ankles. With his silent tug, I step out of them, enthralled as I watch him loop them over his soaring dick, like a prize ribbon.
He glares up at me with a sexy snarl. “You wanna be a good girl and let Daddy lick your pretty pussy now?”
He makes me tremble, exploring this dirty talk with him. All I’ve known is Jace being so sweet with me. I trust him to try this with me. After what he told me about his nights with Nash and Vale, I know he’s sensual and sinful in the dirtiest ways.
Ways I want to share with him. I’m finding my voice, my desire, my power that was stolen from me, and I’m taking it back.
“Yes, please.” Reaching down, I splay my glistening pussy lips open for him. “I want to be your sex slut, Jace.”
“Fuck, yes,Vivian.” He growls my name like it’s new and naughty, lifting his ice cream to my exposed clit. “My sweet little slut, do you know how many times I’ve wanted to do this?”
He smirks, dragging the cold cream over my sensitive nub, between my spread lips, down to my open cunt.
I cry out before slapping a hand over my mouth, muffling my moan. I almost forgot where we were as sensations of cool, creamy drips collide with the heat, swelling my sex.
My knees go weak. My lungs heave. My skin ignites for this cold and carnal thrill.
“So fucking creamy and sweet for me.” Jace twirls the melting tip right into my aching entrance. “I’m gonna lick this pretty cunt every day. No ice cream. Just the sweet taste and smell of your pussy feeding me. Right, Vivian? You’re going to let your daddy eat your pussy every day?”
He’s fucking me with ice cream while fisting his straining erection, jerking it with a rhythm that looks melded to his memory, as if he’s been imagining this. All the times we’ve walked side by side, innocently licking cones, we were wanting this, needing this.
“Yes, Daddy. Please.” We speak in hushed whispers. I still haven’t heard anyone enter. It’s only a matter of time as my thighs start shaking. “Please eat my pussy.”
He looks entranced. “Fuucckk, yes. Drip it into my mouth like a good girl.” He extends his tongue, letting a creamy drop, dangling from my clit fall onto it. He does it again, erotically poised, thirsty, hungry. Like this is the prelude to my actual cunt cream he wants me to pour into his mouth.
God, how can this man be so dear, so deadly, so dirty, and dedicated to me?
“Jace.” I tremble. “Please, I?—”
“Paint my face with your pussy, Vivian.” He drops the spent cone into the gleaming toilet before grabbing my leg and slinging it over his shoulder. I have to fist his hair to steady myself. “That’s it,” he praises. “Now put this creamy pussy all over my face and let me eat it.”
Gently, he kisses my clit, greeting my sex with his mouth for the first time, and I moan from my depths I’ve never felt.
Jace’s warm mouth. His tickling whiskers. His luscious tongue. My true nature rouses. She crawls out and grabs him, loves him, gives him what he wants, and what I need.
Grinding my hips, I proudly smear my milky pussy all over his sexy face, back and forth, back and forth. “Is this what you want to eat, Daddy? My sweet, creamy little pussy?”
“Oh, fuck yes.” He slurps up my juice before circling my nub with his tongue. Proud to show me how he’s jerking off for this. Proud to show me how his drool is webbed to my clit when he says, “You’re such a good girl for me, Vivian, fucking my face and letting me swallow your cream.”
Every time I think I’ll find shame, I only find love with Jace, wanting more, giving more, sharing more. The thought of a lifetime of this with him is overwhelming, and all I desire.
Fluttering his tongue over my swollen clit, he suddenly makes my thighs shake, taking me so high that my core tightens. “Oh god, Jace.” I gasp. “I’m gonna?—”
The hinges on the main door squeak.
“Shh.” He lifts his glistening face away from my pink feast, his whiskers covered in pussy and cream. I’m in a euphoric haze, gazing down at him. “Good girl,” he mouths, smirking, before ravishing my cunt.
I have to cover my mouth, biting my palm. He starts sucking my clit as I fist his hair so hard, he’s the one threatening to get us busted with his savage, “mmm” into my throbbing sex.
I know the voices that entered. It’s two of the bridesmaids, disappearing into adjacent stalls while I fight not to scream. Fight to focus on Jace licking my pussy, his little lapping noises filling the stall along with the sound of his precum,schlappingin his jerking fist.
My shaking gets worse. My breath runs away as I start to chase it, cresting, building, tightening.
The echoes of flushing, then running sinks fill the air, along with some random talk about glass skin while mine is on fire.
