deserve to have our fill. I lash at her clit with my tongue just like Papa taught me. He’d shown me how to do it three times before letting me try it myself. But he didn’t let me take her on my own until he was satisfied he’d seen me do it right enough times first.
Her muscles start to tighten in her thighs, and her breathing picks up as I continue to work my tongue over her. Fuck, she’s like a drug; her pussy tastes so fucking good. I hope she’s good again tomorrow and Papa lets me reward her. He doesn’t like playing favorites, though, so Elijah may get to praise her. For now, I’m focusing on this sweet pussy that belongs to us.
Slipping two of my fingers into her cunt, I curl them while biting down on her clit. She gifts me with a groan and raises her hips from the bed. I love it when she speaks out at my touch, so I don’t reprimand her. She’s not giving me a dictate; she’s just enjoying what I’m giving her.
“Mark.” She huffs. “Oh, Mark.” Her hands slap the bed beside her, and she fists the material. “Please.”
“Don’t ask, do it,” I demand. I’d been clear about that. I let it slide, but it’s the last thing I’ll let her get away with, otherwise she’ll get spoiled.
I thrust a third finger into her cunt, fucking her hole hard as I suckle and lick her clit.
She arches again, and her thighs start to close, but she opens them again, remember what I told her. Her pussy grips me. She’s going to explode. I fuck her harder and lick her clit faster, until she’s writhing beneath my mouth, screaming out with her release.
She’s not allowed to hold in her pleasure. Everyone gets to hear her when she’s allowed to come. Over and over again, she calls out my name, letting Papa and Elijah know I’ve done my job.
As her pussy starts to ease around my fingers, I slip them out, giving her pussy one more soft kiss before I rise up.
“Such a messy girl,” I tease her, then shove my wet fingers into her mouth, making her clean them for me.
Her tongue laps up her juices, but I don’t remove my hand when she’s done. I tug at her cheek, keeping her mouth hooked on my fingers, and plow into her cunt with one hard thrust.
“Fuck,” I groan. Her pussy is hot and wet and waiting for me. This is what she was made for.
She wraps her legs around my hips as I drive into her over and over. Her hands come up to my chest and she runs her nails down my pecks, intensifying the electric sparks jumping from one nerve to the next throughout my body.
“Fuck. Fuck,” I chant each time my cock thrusts into her.
I let go of her mouth and wrap my hand around her throat. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t stop me. She learned last time what happens when she gets in my way. Thirty lashes with my belt and a day in the shed taught her well.
Her cheeks redden as she scrambles for air, but she keeps her hands on my chest. Fuck, she’s getting so good. She’s going to make the best wife.
My balls tighten, and it’s only a matter of seconds before I’m at the edge. Her eyes start to bulge slightly, and I hurdle over the cliff into a purple haze of utopia. I release her throat and thrust once, twice, then freeze in pleasure as my cock spurts my cum deep inside her.
She’s still sucking in large gulps of air when I roll off her. I lay on my back beside her, staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch my own breath.
I glance at her when she coughs.
“You okay?” I didn’t hold her down too hard. She better not be starting with a pity party. I know she doesn’t like it when I take her air away, but it’s not her place to complain. If she’s going to get all worked up about it, I’ll have to teach her a lesson.
“I’m fine. Thank you,” she says, softly clearing her throat. “Thank you for my reward.”
I grunt in approval. It’s getting colder at night with fall coming, and she’s on my blankets.
“Go on now.” I shove her shoulder a little. Hurt crosses her face as she looks at me, but she keeps her mouth shut.
She pushes her dress back down