His Love - Cassandra Dee Page 0,21

“You asked for it.”

Because without waiting for a reply, I did it. I lowered myself until I was face-level with her puss and licked it a good one. I tasted the brunette’s insides all the way from asshole to clit, letting her honey run down my throat.

“Unnnh!” she cried out, wiggling in the seat. “Daddy!”

I grunted.

“That’s what you get for teasing Daddy,” I rasped. “This is what you fucking get.”

Because I bit her clit, hard then. The girl screamed out loud, boobies bobbling even as her pussy gushed more.

“Oh Daddy!” she cried out. “Oh Luke!”

It only made me more determined. What little chickadee gets to come to my gym, my sacred space, and act nasty? What sweet thing gets to strip naked and tease me with those bouncing boobies and sweet pink slit, on my terrain? I was going to show Kitty who was boss.

So roughly pulling her legs forward, I pushed those knees up, exposing her all. Oh yeah, the girl was leaning back now, tits heaving as that snatch creamed, the smell fucking delectable. But even more, that asshole was revealed, the delicious brown pucker and I bent my head, corkscrewing my tongue inside.

“Daddeeee!” Kitty screamed. There was no holding back now, my little brunette has no volume control, and I was tongue-fucking her anus in plain view. “Daddeeee!”

“That’s right,” I grunted. “That’s right, you’ve been a nasty slut and Daddy’s making you pay. Daddy’s going to make you come so hard the smell of your asshole is going to fill up this gym.”

Evidently Kitty wasn’t worried at all because she tossed her head, leaning back even more, and pushed her anus forward.

“Luke!” she squealed. “Luke, Daddy!”

And what could I do but taste the inside of that rectum? Oh yeah, her pleats were so tight, contracting reflexively as I snaked my tongue in, the butt musk so good. But did I stop? Hell no, I was taking my fill of my sweet girl’s back end, every inch of her belonged to me.

“Fuck yeah,” I grunted, pushing again and again into her rusty star. “Fuck yeah, you taste good.”

Kitty was gripping her ankles now, pulling them so far back that they were almost behind her ears.

“Unnnnh,” she moaned. “Unnh, unnh.”

But my little girl is dirtier than I thought. It’s mind-blowing if you think about it. Just a month ago, this innocent brunette was a virgin, a sweet, nubile teen who’d never had anything in her puss. And now she’s fucked round the clock, seated in my big dick, gyrating and dancing just for me. But the brunette’s inventive, and what she did next took even me by surprise.

Because pushing my head back, she lowered her legs, staring at me, eyes wide. Shit, the girl was beautiful, those big boobs heaving, brown gaze heavy-lidded with lust. And licking her lips, she stood, almost bopping me in the head with a huge tit.

“I know you want it Luke,” she cooed coyly. “I know you want it.”

Want what? Want that delectable pussy? Want her seated hard on my rod, boobies flying? Of course I wanted it. I wanted the ballerina to twirl on my joystick at max speed until she flew apart, cunt spasming like it was World War Three.

But Kitty was still playing. Teasingly she got up, those nude curves on display, and strode over to a pull-up bar about six feet off the ground.

“Daddy,” she whispered, raising her arms over her head. “Tie me up?”

If my cock had been at attention before, then it was fucking militant now. Ten inches on a good day, I had to be eleven now, I was so juiced. And as if in reply, my dick jerked at her words, spurting involuntarily.

The girl giggled, shooting me a coy look.

“Mr. Big wants it,” she purred. “Mr. Big really wants it.”

I was over there in a flash, ripping off my gym shorts. Shit, we were both naked now, our bodies glistening, two horny as fuck people getting it on under the fluorescent lights of the gym. There had to be cameras, there had to be security or something. But no, we were still alone, two people going at it like dirty, filthy animals in public.

And in a flash, I had Kitty tied up. Oh yeah, that sweet thing had offered, and who am I to say no? There were all sorts of belts and buckles hanging off the pull-up bar and within seconds, the girl was trussed up tight.

I stepped back then, admiring my work. Because shit,