When she finally got to my lower stomach, I stopped breathing. Her lips grazed the top of my groin, just above the base of my cock, and she kissed that skin like it was holy.
Like it was fucking precious. Her mouth didn’t touch my cock-not yet-but I could feel the heat from it. I could feel her breath brushing over the tip. I could feel her fingers tracing over my inner thighs, moving higher, higher, until I was shaking from restraint.
“Kitten,” I warned, my voice tighter now. My muscles were straining. My thighs were spread. My cock was twitching so hard it was starting to throb.
And she looked up at me.
With those wide, innocent eyes and that mouth full of wickedness.
“Shhh, Daddy,” she whispered again, biting her lip before she smiled. “Didn’t I say you talk too much?”
She looked up at me from between my spread thighs, hair wild, lips glossy, tits leaking down her belly, and that belly-fuck- it was so swollen and perfect. My pups were inside her.
And here she was, kneeling in front of me like she hadn’t already been fucked to the edge of oblivion, like she hadn’t already squirted and screamed and taken every drop I gave her.
She grinned.
“You’re a very naughty boy, Daddy,” she said, tilting her head and dragging her fingers slowly down my thigh.
Her nails scratched lightly at my skin, not enough to hurt, just enough to make my muscles twitch beneath her.
“You sit here acting all powerful, but the second I shake my ass or touch your cock, you’re panting like a good little mutt in heat.”
I growled, and she giggled like I was adorable.
“Oh, did that bother you? Did that get under your skin?” she asked, her tone high and mocking, like I wasn’t the Alpha here. Like I wasn’t the one who’d bred her raw.
“What happened to the big bad wolf? Hmm? Look at you now. Arms up. Legs spread. Cock twitching like it wants to beg.”
She leaned in closer, pressing her tits softly against my inner thighs as she nuzzled her face closer to the base of my cock, still not touching it, still just breathing heat all around it like her mouth was made to torture.
“I could do anything I wanted to you right now,” she whispered, licking the crease of my thigh so slow it made my cock jump. “You’d let me. You want me to. You’re dying to see what your little kitten’s gonna do next, aren’t you?”
I didn’t answer.
I couldn’t.
I was too busy trying not to cum from her fucking voice.
“You’ve had all the control, Daddy,” she continued, mouth still inches from where I needed it. “You’ve pinned me. Fucked me. Made me scream. Made me leak. Made me yours.”
Then she paused. Smiled. And whispered:
“But tonight? I own this cock.”
My entire body shuddered.
She hadn’t even touched it yet-hadn’t even wrapped those sweet, sinful lips around me and I was already fucking twitching, already fighting not to explode.
She was there, on her knees between my spread legs, belly curved, tits leaking milk onto the floor, her voice soaked in control like she’d been born to dominate me.
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