My smile widens and I nod approvingly at her. “You’re a fast learner and I like that very much. Hold them if you need to, yeah?”
I don’t wait for her reply though. I lower, letting my hands slide from her ankles to her thighs as I do. She whimpers quietly as I kiss the back of her right thigh, a peck at first, but then I use my tongue and teeth.
“Oh, babygirl, I’m eager to taste you.”
“Oh god, I’ve never?—”
I shut her up with my mouth on her pussy. I lap at her arousal, before pressing my tongue against her opening. I nuzzle my way up her slit, until her legs open in a v and my tongue finds her pulsing bean. Swirl, swirl, flick, I tease her until her legs start to tremble, and then I’m as relentless as a hungry beast, flicking and sucking until her trembles turn to tremors.
“Please, oh god, please.”
“Please what?” I ask against her silky-smooth skin, forcing her back from the edge with my absence.
“Don’t stop. Let me come, Sir. Please.”
I chuckle evilly. “Since you asked so nicely.” I tuck my tongue back between her folds, sliding up to flick her. Sucking her clit between my lips, I roll them and she arches, crying out loudly.
As she comes, I savor the taste of her, remaining buried between her legs. Waiting till she lowers from the high and her little pulses slow, I slide a finger, and then two, inside her tight, soaked hole.
“You’re nice and tight, and so fucking wet for me, yeah?”
“Yes, god, yes.”
“That’s my girl,” I croon, stroking and finding the ridges of her g-spot. Curving my fingers slightly, the area swells and Zoë starts to pant, tightening her muscles over my fingers.
“Oh, there, there. Please.”
Her face, still flushed from her previous orgasm, deepens in color, and her mouth bows open.
“Open your eyes, sweet girl.” This time I ask rather than demand, but she obeys quickly as if I had ordered it. Our gazes locked, I continue pumping my fingers into her hole. She begins rocking on my hand. Rising, I adjust my thumb so it rubs against her clit to intensify her pleasure.
Her breathing changes and I reach forward with my free hand to twirl her tight nip between my fingers. She calls out, arching, and then whimpering.
And when the knuckles of my pumping hand rub against her bottom hole, she gushes, her juices flooding down her ass.
“Oh my god, oh my god. I’ve—” She gasps as a clitoral orgasm joins the g-spot orgasm. “Never…” She doesn’t end her sentence in words, but rather punctuates it with a cry that sounds a little like… Daddy.
Daddy?
I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but it does. Clenching my teeth, I remove my hand from between Zoe’s legs.
My balls feeling like lead weights, I ask, “Condom?”
She shakes her head, eyes wide. “No, you?” she asks, voice choppy.
“Yeah. Not here though.” I look at her. “Hands above your head.” She obeys instantly, entwining them above her head on the couch.
“Now, I’m just going to be gone a minute, yeah? No touching yourself, got me?”
She nods, and I give her thigh a squeeze as I turn to leave. Just as I get to the door, she calls me.
“Amadeo?”
I turn back. She looks gorgeous, spread wide with her feet propped on the armrest of the couch. Her pink swollen pussy glistening with her juices, a puddle on the Brazilian Cherry floors beneath her.
“What happens if I do?” Her coy look is the final straw, and my cock rips open the Velcro.
“Those perky nipples will pay.” And with that I rush out and across the stone path to my villa next door, my hard cock bouncing out of my shorts the whole way. “Christ.” At least the villas are in a secluded area of the resort.
