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Dirty Daddy(179)

By:Alexis Angel


I part my legs slightly so that he can fit between them, his hard throbbing cock pressed tight against the front of my skirt. I hike it up to my waist as his hands go up my leg, his fingers caressing my inner thigh and dangerously reaching for my thong. The moment he presses his hand against my pussy, the wet fabric of my thong the final frontier, a violent shiver of desire goes up my spine.

“Like it?” I grab his wrist and make him press his hand on me harshly, my pussy becoming even wetter as I succumb to that sweet pressure.

“I fucking love it,” he blurts out. Taking the lead, he flicks my thong to the side and, kicking patience to the curb, slides one finger inside of me. I feel a scream climbing up my throat, but I grit my teeth and stop it just in time, remembering where I am. I can’t even begin to image what Michael’s reaction would be if Lance and I were caught right now; he’d go insane, knowing he had a scandal on his hands. He just doesn’t see that scandalous things are the best ones. His wife fucking his son… I can already imagine a vein popping in his brain.

Lance brushes his fingertip against my G-spot, darts of pleasure hitting each and every one of my nerve endings. My eyes are closed, and I can’t hear a sound; my brain can only process one thing, and that’s the pleasure he is inflicting on me. Which is exactly what I want. I need all of my brain power to be solely devoted to pleasure right now. After all, why would I want to focus on anything else when I have Lance right here? He’s so much younger than me, and so eager to please me… When pleasure knocks at your door, you answer it, especially if you’re in a situation like mine, one where pleasure has became a distant friend.

I place my hands on his back, sliding them down to his buttocks and grabbing his ass hard, my fingers digging into his flesh as his cock pulses against my body. As I feel the perfect curves of his ass, he starts to slide his finger in and out of me at a vicious pace. My pussy is boiling, an eruption of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. Actually, it isn’t a threat: it’s merely a fact. I know it’s coming. And when it does, I don’t even have time to moan. I simply surrender to the avalanche that overtakes me and pulls my rational mind down into the depths of a decadent and sinful world.

My fingers turn into claws and I hook them in his buttocks as I come; driven by instinct, I bite down on the tender flesh of his neck, my whole body twitching from the sudden orgasm. He keeps going, sliding his finger in and out of me, without even allowing me to catch my breath. Stopping for one second only, he uses it to grab my thong and pushes it down my legs; he then does the same with my skirt, leaving me naked against the wall. He takes one step back, his hungry eyes wandering over my body, and I shudder in anticipation. It's amazing what two people can do in such a tight space.

“You look even more beautiful than I imagined…” He says, a hungry smile dawning on his face. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“Then don’t,” I tell him with a wicked grin, anxious to feel his mouth against my wetness. Leaning in, he starts kissing my neck, his lips tracing a downward line over my body. I feel his mouth between my breasts, and then his lips wrap themselves tight around one nipple. Arching my back, I let a low moan tumble out of my lips as his mouth moves down to my stomach, laying gentle kisses over my navel as it continues its downward trajectory.

Much in the same way I did before, he goes to his knees, his mouth dangerously close to my pussy. He starts to kiss my inner thighs, teasing me mercilessly as I squirm. God, I want to feel his mouth on my pussy, his tongue on my clit… I want him to eat me, to devour me as if I were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his whole life.

I tangle my fingers in his hair and reel him in, forcing him to press his mouth against my wetness, his tongue lapping at my clit eagerly. I lift one leg up and place it over his shoulder, allowing him to easily fit his head between my thighs. Opening his mouth wide, he sucks my drenched folds, taking my juices in his mouth as his tongue starts to jab at me, parting my inner lips and sliding in and out at a maddening pace.

I rest my hands on his, feeling dazed by the way he moves his head. Grabbing locks of stray hair, I keep pulling him into me violently while I thrust my hips against his face, rubbing my pussy all over his mouth. Relishing it, he redoubles his efforts, sucking and licking in a way that turns a never ending sequence of hushed moans into a long drawn out one. I have to bite my lips and remember where I am, trying to focus so that I don’t moan louder than I can. I’m actually surprised I haven’t lost all semblance of self-control. But I’m close… Really close.