Page 229 of Papa's Bébé


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“Maybe one day. Now, watch your movie.”

He made her come twice more while she was sitting on his cock. By the time the movie was finished, he was at the end of his endurance. Sliding her off his cock, he stood with her in his arms.

“Say goodnight to your babies,” he ordered as he carried her to the main bedroom,

“Night, babies,” she called out.

Then he laid her down on the bed and quickly stripped off her pajama top. He stood back to stare at her.

“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“I am?” she asked breathlessly.

“God, yes. Put your hands behind your head and keep them there,” he ordered.

She hastily did as he told her without any protest. Good, because he was in charge right now.

“Spread your legs. Wide. I want to see that pretty, wet pussy.”

“Lord have mercy,” she muttered.

“You should be begging me for mercy, Spitfire,” he told her, kneeling between her legs. Then he parted her lower lips with his fingers, staring down at her.

“Such a delicious, pretty pussy. What was your reward going to be?”

“To . . . to come with your mouth on my pussy,” she said.

“Hmm, nope. Not sure that is quite right. I think it was to have my mouth on your pussy making you come until you screamed at me to stop.”

“I’ve already come three times, though,” she said. “I can’t take any more.”

“Hmm, let’s see, shall we?”

She couldn’t takeany more.

She was certain of it.

How many times could she come in one night? Her body was exhausted, her clit throbbing with a mix of overuse and excitement. The damn thing just didn’t know when to quit.

And his tongue was still lapping at her as she came down from her last high.

“Please,” she begged. “Please, I can’t take any more. I need you.”

“What do you need, Spitfire?” he asked, moving over her and kissing her hungrily.

“You . . . inside me,” she told him as he drew back.

“That’s good. Because that’s what I need too.” He started kissing down her body. She didn’t know how he hadn’t exploded. He’d given her orgasm after orgasm without coming himself. She hated to think how sore his balls were right now.

She shifted her arms, placing her hand on his head. Suddenly, he stilled and drew himself up so he was looking down at her, his hands resting on the mattress on either side of her.

“Where are your hands meant to be?” he growled.

Huh?

Oh. Oops.

“Um, behind my head?”