Page 92 of Craving Consequences
“Please help,” she whines again, voice breathless, strained. “I’m making such a mess.”
Her thighs are trembling.
I swallow hard, trying to keep my hands to myself. Failing.
“Where?” My voice comes out lower than I intend—rough, dark.
She reaches between her legs and parts herself, just enough for me to see the problem. It’s not just stuck. It’s buried. And she’s soaked. Her inner thighs glisten. She’s been at this for a while, long enough to make herself frantic, desperate.
“Fuck, baby, you’re little cunt is dripping and swollen.”
“Don’t look at me like that,” she whispers, cheeks flaming.
But I can’t not. She’s the most obscene, beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“I think I need to clean you first. You’re so slippery, I might not be able to hold the toy.”
Face still planted in the mattress, Everly nods, making her ass wiggle.
“If you think that’s best.”
Oh, I do. Cleaningher is essential. Mandatory. It has to be done before anything else.
“Stay still,” I say, sinking to my knees behind her, my mouth just inches from her heat. “Can you do that?”
Panting, she nods again. “Yes, I’ll do anything to make it stop.”
“I know you will. You’re such a good girl. Let Daddy make this better.”
“Daddy,” she whimpers, pushing her thighs even wider apart. “Please.”
I touch her carefully at first. Fingers sliding through slick folds, teasing, mapping the contours of her while she quivers and gasps into the bedding. Arousal drips from her lips. Her clit. It drizzles across the sheets. Runs in streaks down the insides of her quivering thighs.
“No more playing with her without me. You can’t lose things in her.”
“I won’t. Promise.”
The sweet scent of her has my mouthwatering as I lean in and run a tongue through her folds. Over her clit all the way to her pulsing opening. The faint hum of vibration tickles my lips and along the tip of my tongue when I nudge in.
“Oh, God, Daddy!” Everly gasps, pushing her hips back, impaling herself.
“Don’t move,” I remind her sternly, drawing back to smack her perfect ass.
She cries out and fists the sheets. “Again. Spank me. It felt so good.”
Fuck.
I clap the other cheek and watch the skin flush a rosy pink. But it’s the flex of her hole, the gush of liquid that has me palming my cock. Has me dipping my head and sucking on her lips. On her clit. Thrusting my tongue through her folds. In her cunt.
I shove two fingers in and push deep into her cavity in search of the humming while Everly trembles uncontrollably and sobs the most obscene pleas to fuck her.
“How big is the toy?” I ask when I’m all the way in and still can’t find it.
“I don’t know. Find it, Daddy. Deeper. Use your cock.”
I put a third finger in and search while lapping the heavy flow of cream spilling out of her.
“I can’t find it. Your cunt is too slippery.”
