trail along her collarbone sticking out from beneath the lace neckline of her dress to the thin blue ribbons tied into a bow. With a slow tug, I release the tie and let the front of her dress open for me, exposing the soft curve of her breasts.
One day, my baby will suckle there, but until then, they’re all mine.
Three small, white, beaded buttons keep the dress closed enough I can’t get to her fullness, so I quickly undo them, sliding my hand inside the dress once I have full access. She closes her eyes and turns her face from me. I’ll let her have her moment of privacy, for now. I know sometimes she finds it hard to obey when I’m loving on her. She’s been Papa’s for so long, she probably feels guilty letting me and Elijah love her too now that we’re old enough.
Having her dress splayed open for me, I lower my head and take one nipple into my mouth. Moaning, I flick my tongue over the taught flesh. She’s so good, letting me suckle her. She hisses when my teeth bite down.
“That’s right, Nicolette, let me love you my way,” I say, walking her back to the bed. I release her and motion for her to climb on, which she does like the very best girl for me.
She’s being rewarded tonight, so there’s no fear in her eyes. She knows Papa taught me everything I need to know on how to make this so good for her. The lessons were awkward at first, I was too young to know anything about making her body feel the pleasure it can feel when she deserves it. But over the last three years, I’ve practiced, and Papa helped with everything. She’s not worried.
I peel off my shirt and shuck out of my jeans, tossing them on the floor beside the bed before crawling on it with her.
Nicolette adjusts the pillows until she’s got them settled beneath her head and her hands are folded sweetly on her stomach. She’s so good, waiting for my instruction.
“Panties?” I ask, running my hands up her thighs to just below the hem of her dress.
“No,” she says, giving me a soft smile. She’s only allowed to wear them when she has her monthly. Papa’s rule is she’s always available to us, so she can’t hide her pussy from us with panties, but it’s not practical to make her bleed all over her clothes. Her hole is always ours, even during her monthly, but he’s right—no need to let her ruin her clothes.
“Good.” I’m relieved because what I want right now wouldn’t be possible if she was bleeding. I’d have to just fuck her, and I don’t want to just use her hole. I want to taste her. She likes that best.
I push her legs apart and flip up her dress, exposing the most beautiful part of her—the prettiest part of any woman.
There’s a little patch of dark curls right over her sex, and I run my fingers through them. Watching her expression, I fist the hair until her eyes fly open wide and she seeks out my gaze. Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth. Little tease. She knows how much that drives me wild.
I let her go with an approving wink and sink down on the bed until I’m flat on my belly and her pussy is right below my mouth.
“Keep her legs open, Nicolette. This pussy is mine, and I don’t want you trying to get in my way,” I remind her, waiting for her to spread herself even more for me. A simple sign, but it speaks volumes. She knows her place is beneath me, and she’s ready for me to take her.
I groan when my tongue touches her clit. Such a sweet smell, a delicious flavor. I thrust my tongue between her pussy lips and drag it down to her hole, flicking at it quickly before licking back upward. With my thumbs, I open her lips, revealing the sweet pink flesh beneath.
“I want you to come for me like this, Nicolette. I want to taste your cum,” I tell her pointedly, so she knows I mean business. “Do you understand me?” She needs to get in the habit of responding to me faster. When I give her an instruction, she needs to tell me she understands. No miscommunications.
“I understand,” she promises. Her lips kick up to the right in a half smile.
I don’t waste any more time. We both