Page 89 of Under His Control

“How else am I supposed to prepare this pussy to take me deep?”

Penelope opens her eyes and there’s a pull in my gut when I look into their russet brown depths. Try as I might, there’s just no denying it. I’m tumbling fast in love with this woman.

I kiss her, sliding my tongue into her mouth to deepen it. She cups my face and kisses me back, rocking her hips in time with my fingers stroking into her.

My hand pressed close ensures my palm rubs her clit. I pull my lips from hers so I can inhale her moans. They’re better than oxygen.

When filling her up with my fingers is no longer enough, I slip them out and suck them off. That little taste of her pussy makes me desperate for more. I crawl down her body until my face is between her legs.

I barely resist the urge to tear her panties off and go to town on her sweet pussy like I haven’t had a meal in days. I restrain myself like a gentleman instead, kissing the inside of her knee. She’ll get the full force of me soon.

“Let’s play a counting game, princess. Count up every time Daddy gives you a kiss.”

“One…” she says in a soft voice as I press another kiss a bit higher than the first. I drop another on the inside of her thigh. “Two…”

As my kisses move higher, her voice gets breathier. I add some hungry sucks along the way which earns me sexy moans and whimpers.

Penelope quickly figures out that every time she loses count, I drop back down to her knee. She grips the sheet as she struggles to say the correct number, panting and trembling the closer I get to her pussy.

This reminds me of the “intake process.” Despite her protests, she was desperate for me to touch her pussy then too.

Right after I press a kiss to the juncture of her thigh, she tenses in anticipation. I smile before I turn my face to her other leg to start the process all over again.

“You jerk!” she gasps.

I smirk. “Insults during our game? Somebody’s a sore loser.”

She lets out a huff and my cock sympathizes with her frustration. My goal used to be to humiliate her. Now I want her desperate for me.

Again, I trail kisses and sucks up her thigh as she counts. Penelope cups the back of my head, trying to pull me higher. When I hover my mouth where she wants me and breathe on her, she whines.

“Oh god... just do it!”

“Do what?”

She purses her lips. “I’m not going to say it. I won’t let you win.”

“If you don’t say it, we both lose.”

She scowls at me then flops her head back with a sigh.

“Lick me.”

“Lick you where? Here?”

I peel her panties to the side but lick her thigh as close as possible to her glistening lips. Her damp heat and scent floods my senses and I’m just as desperate to put my mouth where she wants it.

She groans and wiggles her hips.

“Please… please lick my pussy, Daddy…”

Holy fuck.

With a plea like that, how can I deny her or myself any longer?

I give her one long, slow lick. She moans, lifting her hips as if they’re tethered to my tongue.

“Yes... god… yes… right there...”