Page 71 of Under His Control

“You’re asking for it when you move on me like that.”

His breath feathers my lips as he speaks. He turns me and presses me into the couch with his bigger body, claiming my mouth in another deep kiss.

God. He’s so hard and thick as he ruts against me. I curl my leg over his hip and clutch at his shoulders, desperate for him beyond reason.

Jacob drags his lips down my neck, over the collar. His descent continues as he pulls back to press kisses down my front. He shoves up my shirt to kiss my bare stomach and my insides quiver from his warm kiss.

Some awareness finally cuts through the fog of lust when he hooks his fingers into my leggings. I stiffen as he starts peeling them down my hips again.

“Wait... what are you doing?”

He smirks up at me. “Having my dessert after dinner.”

Does that mean what I think it means?

Shouldn’t I stop him from doing that?

“But Liz might catch us.” I dart a nervous glance at the front door.

“Making you come on my face is worth the risk.”

I’m gripped by perverse curiosity as I let Jacob peel my leggings and underwear down. I even raise my hips to help him remove them.

Jacob drops them on the floor then spreads my thighs wide. Self-conscious that this is the first time anyone other than my gyno is getting such an intimate look at me, I start to close my legs.

“Don’t hide this pretty little pussy from me, babygirl,” Jacob demands, spreading my legs wide again. “Daddy has to get a real good look at what he’s about to eat.”

A ravenous look on his face, he licks his lips like he’s been presented with a buffet and he doesn’t know where to start. He hooks his arms under my thighs and holds me open for him, then presses a kiss directly on my pussy. I buck and whimper.

“Oh…”

He kisses me again, a firmer press followed by a leisurely lick that makes me arch my back. I moan and plant my hand on the top of his head, clutching his hair.

He parts me and explores me with his tongue. My whimpers, his groans, and the wet sounds of his mouth moving against me fills the living room.

“Mmh... ohh… yes…”

I shouldn’t moaning “yes,” I should be crying “no” or “stop” because this is wrong. Very wrong. Only a few days ago, I said with conviction I would never allow Jacob to fuck me. Here I am on my back, letting him eat my pussy, loving every second of it too.

I should push him back. Jacob laps away any resistance. I’m squirming under him, unconcerned about the tenderness on my ass as I move against the couch cushions. He groans against me.

“Fuck… your pussy is even sweeter than I thought…”

Jacob’s licking and sucking is noisy and lewd. His fingers dig into my thighs as he mashes his face into me, his tongue and lips so eager and relentless.

He pulls my clit between his lips and sucks it. My moans grow louder and breathier as his tongue laps and swirls over me. I cover my mouth, concerned that Elizabeth might hear me or might even walk in on this sordid sight.

What we’re doing is so risky but Jacob doesn’t seem bothered at all. He’s focused entirely on my pleasure. He presses his fingers to my entrance. I groan as he eases one into me, then I whine his name as he pushes another in with the first.

“Mmh… do you love my fingers inside you, sweetheart?”

I pull my hands away from my mouth to gasp out my answer.

“Yes, Daddy… I love it…”

I’m ashamed how quickly I spoke without the slightest hesitation. The words are twisted and they’re true. His fingers are large and firm, filling me so much better than mine ever could.

“Of course you do… this tight little pussy is so wet for me…”