Dirty Seduction

He wipes me down with a warm cloth and it feels like tingly heaven. Like my skin’s never been touched before. I want to feel it for myself, but I don’t move, just hold my knees tight like he asked me to.

“Beautiful,” he says. “You’re absolutely beautiful, little Laine.”

He dips his head and blows warm breath on me, and it makes me shudder and squirm.

“Tingles…” I whisper. “It all tingles…”

He lets out a groan as he presses his lips to my pussy, and it’s so raw that it makes my head spin. His tongue swirls and laps at me, his fingers spreading me open until he’s flicking my clit with fast little strokes and I’m gripping my knees so tight my fingers hurt.

“Yes, Daddy… please…”

His mouth is hot as he clamps it onto me, and he sucks hard. I make stupid hissing noises as he pinches my clit between his teeth, and my muscles are clenched tight, my hips bucking, desperate for more.

It’s easy to come today. My body just does it, my breath fast and short, my legs trembling as I go up and over the edge. He makes it so easy.

I jump as his tongue touches my asshole, squirming away before he realizes he’s made a mistake and squicks out, but he grabs my thighs and holds me tight, and his tongue is right back there, tasting me, in my dirtiest place, where it feels so icky… dirty…

“Daddy…” I whisper, as though I need to tell him, but he just grunts and pushes the point of his tongue right there, right inside.

His voice is muffled and gruff. “Relax,” he says. “Let Daddy taste you.”

And he can’t mean… but he does… he does mean it. His fingers spread my ass and his tongue pushes and pokes its way inside, and it feels like an electric eel, all sparky and tickly and jolty.

And I can’t get enough.

I can’t get enough of how it feels.

He knows it, too. I hear a low laugh. “Daddy knows how to make you feel good, sweetheart.”

He pushes in deeper and I can’t stop myself moaning.

I gasp as he pulls away. He licks his lips as I stare at him, and I wonder what I taste like.

But I don’t think I want to know.

I drop my knees and let my legs hang over the edge of the table. I’m propped up on my elbows as Daddy Nick unbuckles his belt.

“Do you want to make Daddy feel good?”

I smile so brightly because it’s real and true. There’s nothing I want more than to make Daddy feel good.

He beckons me off the table, and his hand lands on my head pushes me down to my knees, and I know what’s coming. I just hope I remember what Kelly Anne told me.

His cock is so big when he pulls it free. He smells all grown up, and his cock is dark and thick and veiny. He works it in his hand and the end is wet, just a little. The slit in the end is so close to my face, and I wonder if I could fit the tip of my tongue in there and if I’d want to.

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My mouth opens on instinct, my eyes moving up to meet his as his fingers stroke my hair.

“Give me your mouth, little Laine,” he says, and his hips push forward, the big, dark head of his cock aiming right for my lips. “Look at Daddy now. Keep looking at Daddy.”

He’s bigger in my mouth than I expect, pushing past my teeth until my cheeks billow and strain, and I want to retch but fight it, just try to keep breathing through my nose as he rocks himself back and forth.

“That’s it, sweetheart. That’s a good girl.”

He pushes to the back of my throat and I splutter until he pulls out again.

“Suck Daddy. Suck Daddy with that pretty little mouth.”

I do suck him. I suck him hard, not caring how my mouth is wet and slurpy. Not caring that my eyes are watering and my cheeks feel hollow with the strain.

I forget every single piece of advice Kelly Anne gave me because it’s all I can do to keep sucking as he takes my hair and holds me tight. He thrusts, slowly, but deep, gently, back and forth.

“That’s it… good girl…” He closes his eyes and lets out a grunt.

“Deeper, let Daddy deeper.”

I retch as he pushes, but don’t pull away. I never want to pull away.

He pushes his dick into my cheek until it strains, and then he watches me. Watches me with his big thick cock stretching my mouth, and I pray I’m doing it right, pray I’m good enough.

“Perfect,” he growls. “Fuck, Laine, you’re a fucking treasure.”

His pleasure is the greatest sound on earth. The roughness of his fingers in my hair is the greatest feeling. I love it when he grunts and groans when he thrusts and makes me gag.

I love it when he loses control and his hips jerk and thrust and his dick twitches and pulses in my mouth.

I love the filthy noises it makes when he’s fucking my mouth.

Because that’s what he’s doing. He’s fucking my mouth.

My fingers can’t stop playing with my clit, and my bare pussy feels so strange and sensitive. I’m making noises too, weird little gasps that sound like squeaks as his balls slap off my chin.

They’re bigger than I thought, too.

“Daddy’s going to come,” he rasps. “You want Daddy’s cum, don’t you?”

I can barely nod, but I try anyway.

“It’s coming… take it all for Daddy, take it all, sweetheart…”

It hits the back of my tongue first, and it’s thick and salty and makes me choke. I feel him spurt against my lips, and it tastes so strange, like nothing I’ve ever tasted.

“Open for Daddy…” he groans, and there’s more. I open wide as his dick jerks and his cum fills my mouth, and it’s warm under my tongue, my eyes stream as it trickles to the back of my throat.

He grunts and swears and works his cock as it spurts, over and over, and then he tenses and sighs. He smooths the hair from my forehead and smiles at me.

“Show me, show Daddy.”

I open my mouth wide, and he looks inside, then pushes his fingers in, and rolls them around my tongue where I’m full of him.

“Good girl…” he says, and it makes my heart so proud. “Swallow for

Daddy.”

I swallow it all down like a good little girl and show him my empty mouth, and it’s not that bad. It’s not so bad at all, not like Kelly Anne said it was.

I like Daddy Nick’s cum, just as much as I like the rest of him.

He pulls me to my feet and wraps me in his arms, and I feel so giddy, so floaty, and light as he holds me tight.

He kisses my mouth, where he’s been, and I’m sure I must taste of him, but he doesn’t care. His tongue licks at mine, and mine licks his right back, and I’m giggling, happy.

I’m still giggling as he pulls away.

“You can do your homework before dinner,” he says, and dirty Daddy Nick is all gone.