Double Dare(337)

“Please, Mr. Parker, please,” she begged, breathing ragged, hips trembling a bit, wet flesh quivering.

But I was an alpha and wasn’t giving an inch.

“Don’t move,” I warned roughly, my voice a low growl. “Don’t fucking move,” I hissed.

And the brunette’s eyes snapped open then, breathy gasp crescendoing into a high-pitched whine of pleasure, of desire.

“Mr. Pa-Parker,” she stuttered slightly. “Oh god, oh god!”

Because I was pinching her clit now, rubbing that small pleasure center between the rough pads of my fingers, giving it a good massage. And her hips jerked involuntarily, pussy gushing heavily, a hot gust of female cream spilling into my palm.

“Nuh-uh,” I warned again, my voice a deep growl. “No moving, baby, don’t fucking move,” I rasped.

And her eyes squeezed tight again in concentration, breasts heaving with each labored inhale as the brunette struggled not to budge.

“Ohhhh!” was all she could manage as my fingers slipped within her folds. “Ohhhh!”

And shit, but it was time to double down because I’m a dirty bastard and fucking women is my thing, making them cream and gush, giving them the time of their lives. So pulling my hand away, I got on my back and scooted myself between her thighs, pushing my head until it was right under her cunt, those steamy folds just inches from my mouth.

“Fuck baby,” I growled into her folds. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Because it was true. I’ve seen more than my fair share of cunt and on a scale of one to ten, Mandy was twelve. She was perfectly symmetrical, with none of those gross flapping parts that some chicks have. And her smell, it was the heady scent of a female in heat, tangy, musky, none of that garbage shit that emanates from a woman who doesn’t clean down there. Yeah, like I said, I’ve seen it all, I’ve been with a lot of tramps.

But Mandy was none of that, she was fucking perfect. Her lips were perfectly proportioned, swollen with nary a hair, and oh fuck, but pulled apart I could see straight up that deep pink channel, the walls glistening and pulsing. Fuck, I could see all the way up her insides, female steam blowing onto my face, musky and spicy, totally appetizing.

And I didn’t hesitate. I flattened my tongue and ran it up one labia slowly, and then the other, savoring her vaginal taste.

“Ohhh!” she screamed above me, hips jerking involuntarily. “OH!”

I stopped for a moment.

“Little girl,” I warned. “No moving.”

And although I couldn’t see, I felt her nodding, breasts bobbing.

“Yes Daddy,” she whispered. And I grinned then. Like I said, I’m a sick motherfucker and hearing her say “Daddy” was such a fucking turn-on, and I hadn’t even had to teach her. So as a reward, I licked that sweet pussy again.

“Mmm,” I grunted into her folds, running my tongue over her outer labia, savoring their plush feel. “Hold still because I’m gonna taste something.”

There was no sound except heavy breathing mixed with muted gasps and sighs. So reaching up, I pulled those beautiful lips apart again, and took a deep breath. Because she had something I wanted to taste, something only a virgin could give, and with absolutely zero hesitation, I plunged my tongue up her hole, pushing that muscle deep inside, and fuck, fuck, but I felt it. It was there, what I’d come to find, and oh fuck, it was real. Her hymen. I’d just licked Mandy’s hymen, that quivering, sensitive piece of tissue was mine to taste, to break, to own.

And as she squealed above me, pussy vibrating hard, I pushed my tongue into her again, this time flicking it lightly against the sensitive tissue, tracing circles on it, lapping at it over and over. Warm juices gushed, the most aromatic nectar I’d ever tasted, dripping down my throat like the sweetest honey. And I smiled once more into her folds.

“Feel that baby?” I murmured, going in for another lick. “Feel that virginity? That belongs to me,” I ground out.

Mandy squealed again, her curvy form jiggling with lust, haunches breaking out into a light sheen of sweat as she struggled not to move from the kneeling position, hands locked behind her back still.

“Please Daddy,” she whimpered again. “Please, please, please.”

And I took pity finally.

“Go for it baby,” I husked against her folds, opening my mouth for her nectar. “Come on my face. Come now.”

And with that, the girl let go. She threw her head back and screamed full-on, breasts bouncing up and down as her body was wracked with spasms, each one ripping through her cunt before spreading to her fingers and toes, making her quiver all over. She jerked like a marionette on strings, jolting forward to prop herself on her hands as her pussy ground into my face, mashing up against my nose and lips.