Oh God. I liked that.
Scary, crazy, hot.
My neck arched back and I moaned against his cock.
“No,” he growled. “Gonna f**k your face, baby.”
Oh God!
He held my head back by my hair and he did just that.
And, God, oh my God, I loved every stroke.
He gave it to me and I took it. Slow, faster, harder, Knight using my hair to pull me to him as he thrust into me. When I was moaning, using everything I had to suck as he thrust and keep my fingers from moving between my legs, he slid out.
“Cheek to the mattress,” he commanded and I went down.
The bed moved.
Then Knight punished me.
Sharp, hard, stinging, I winced and flinched and gasped and only vaguely noticed his hand never came down in the same place twice.
Then he stopped and rubbed between my legs, hard, deep.
Then back to my bottom, again, again. The pain radiating down my thighs, tingling between my legs. My mouth was open but no sound came out because I’d lifted my fist to press it to it. My other hand clenched the comforter.
Then back between my legs, finger hitting my clit, rolling, working me until I whimpered. Then it slid away and he was at my ass, the sound of his palm striking against my skin filling the room.
Then his fingers curled into my shorts and panties and yanked them down sharply, they rounded my knees then they were whisked away.
“Up on just your knees, Anya,” he ordered and I pushed up, breathing heavily and felt his hand at my belly, sliding down, curling in, cupping me as I felt his lips move to my ear. His middle finger sliding through the wet, he whispered, “Baby’s soaked. Dripping. Daddy’s gonna eat you now. You’re gonna come on my face. You gotta grind down, baby, you do it. Take all you can get from my mouth. Right?”
“Right,” I breathed.
“Right?” he repeated, his hand cupping my sex drawing up slightly.
Oh God.
Scary.
Crazy.
Hot.
“Right, Daddy.”
“That’s it, baby. Stay still, Daddy’ll take you.”
Then he did, positioning under me, his hands came to my h*ps and he pulled me down to his face.
Then he started eating me.
I was so ready, I instantly ground into him rocking.
One of his hands left my hip and wrapped around his cock. I knew it, partially watched it through the dark, heard it and felt his groans and growls between my legs as the pads of the fingers his other hand dug into me.
I kept grinding down into his mouth, moving, shifting rocking and it took no time at all before I came. Not hard. Excruciating. It rocked me so deep, I cried out and couldn’t hold myself up. I went forward, hands in the bed by Knight’s waist.