Page 90 of Under His Control

She clutches my hair like she’s afraid I’ll pull back and continue my torment. No fucking way. This dragon is hungry as fuck and he’s going to feast on his pretty princess to the end.

I start out with self-indulgent licks and kisses. Penelope’s moans and whimpers torment my cock, spurring me to enjoy every inch of her. I pause to pull her underwear off with force and haste then toss them aside. I slide one of her legs over my shoulder and shove my face into her wet pussy.

“Mmh… you taste as amazing as the first time…”

She writhes as I suck on her lips and lap between them, her moans rising in volume when I focus on her clit. I squeeze her waist as I move my head up and down, back and forth. I never let up on the suction, my tongue a swirling attack on her fleshy button.

Between Penelope’s tits and her pussy, it’s hard for me to choose which part of her is my favourite to lick and suck. It’s safe to say I fucking love having her in my mouth, her fingers in my hair, her sweet voice moaning my name in pleasure.

“Ohh… ohhh… Daddy…”

I look up and I’m in danger of coming in my pants like some overexcited college kid. From this angle, her breasts are two large swells because of her bra pushing them higher.

She’s playing with them, squeezing them and pulling on her fat pink nipples. I’m equally turned on and jealous it’s not my hands on her tits.

I can’t grab a handful above but I have access below. I slip my fingers into her tight heat again and fuck them into her. My pre-cum is staining my underwear and my tortured cock is aching for some relief, tired of waiting for its turn.

Penelope’s squirming takes on an urgent energy, her leg over my shoulder flexing, her moans becoming pants. She starts to tremble and I lick her with more intensity as I rub that textured spot inside her.

“Oh god... yes... yes... nnghh…”

She shoves her pussy harder toward me, gyrating her hips as she rides my face and fingers, coming on them too. Her pussy spasms around my fingers as she shudders hard, her groans mixed in with gasps of my name.

Watching her come hard is peak perfection. I’m fucking proud of myself for being the one who made her do it. Not all heroes wear capes. Some wear their woman’s trembling legs over their shoulders.

Penelope twists her hips as her orgasm wrests her body. I move with her, determined to wring every drop of pleasure out of her.

When she slackens under me and heaves a satisfied sigh, I finally let up and slip my fingers out of her. I suck her slickness from them and kiss her trembling pelvis.

“Thank you for coming so hard on my face, darling. It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten. You treat me so well.”

She smiles, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“You’re welcome, dear. You deserved it.”

I chuckle softly then squeeze her hips and waist, pressing more kisses up her stomach. I’ve always been open-minded to having kids, but it was never something I pursued. At forty years old with trust issues, I figured it would never happen.

A dangerous fantasy floats through my mind as I kiss Penelope’s stomach. I imagine her with a round belly and my baby growing inside it.

Is she on birth control? I don’t remember seeing her take any. I didn’t feel anything inside her either. If she isn’t on any protection, I could make my fantasy real tonight.

Then she can never leave my life entirely.

She’ll be tethered to me forever.

Neither of us say anything as I raise myself and hook my fingers under her top. She lets me peel it off then sits up and allows me to unhook her bra.

The collar stays on. Its original purpose was to humiliate her. Now it has a different meaning to me.

She’s mine.

I remove my shirt next and Penelope’s appreciative expression strokes my ego. If we were in competition as to who admired who the most, I would win. Her naked body is what my dreams are made of.

The moment is charged as I remove my pants and underwear, kicking them free from my legs and throwing them to the floor. I move between her legs.

This is my first time in a very long time, yet there are no doubts or concerns in my mind. I want Penelope… and I trust her.

Uncertainty crosses Penelope’s face as she stares between my thighs. I caress one of her thighs as I ease between them.