“I’m such a good girl for you, aren’t I?” I said, voice trembling but steady, hand sliding up his thigh as I stared at his cock still twitching in front of me.
“I made you cum so hard. I made your cock throb. You couldn’t even help yourself, Daddy. You painted me like I was your canvas.”
I leaned in and kissed the head of his cock, slow and wet, tasting the drop that was still clinging to the tip. My eyes never left his. My mouth stayed open.
“I’m still hungry,” I whispered. “I want more.”
He looked down at me with that wrecked, dangerous stare that made my heart skip and my pussy clench. His chest was still rising fast. His abs were tight. His hand flexed at his side like he was barely restraining himself.
“You look so fucking filthy right now,” he growled. “Covered in my cum. Proud of it. You’re perfect like this. My Omega. My slut. My beautiful little cum-drenched kitten.”
I whimpered.
My thighs squeezed together. I stroked his cock once, slow and tight, and it jerked in my hand.
“I want your cock to spray cum on me,” I said, breathless and desperate. “I want to feel you get hard again. I want to taste every drop. I want to swallow you, Daddy. Please. Let me be your good girl.”
He moved slowly, his hand reaching out, fingers sliding into my hair like he was claiming me all over again.
His thumb smeared more cum across my cheek before dragging down to my chin. He tilted my head up with that grip, firm and possessive, and his voice dropped low.
“Open your mouth,” he growled, eyes locked on mine. “And don’t close it until I say.”
And I did. I opened my mouth wide like I was starving, like I’d just crawled through hell to kneel at his feet and beg for another taste of his cum. My tongue hung out.
And he watched me.
Like he’d built me for this.
He grabbed the base of his cock, thick and veiny and still rock-hard, and started stroking it with one strong, slick fist. His hand moved fast.
Like he was desperate to cum again, and this time, he wanted to give me every single drop straight from his soul. His hips jerked.
His jaw clenched. His muscles tightened, and I could see the tension in his shoulders as he fisted his cock right in front of my face.
“Fuck,” he groaned, staring down at me like I was holy. “You look like a dream, kitten. You’re on your knees with my cum all over your face. You’re so ready for it. You want more, don’t you?”
I nodded slowly, tongue still out, my voice barely steady from how bad I needed him.
“Yes, Daddy. I want more. I want to taste it. I want to feel it. I want you to cum all over my tongue. On my face. On my tits. Everywhere. Please, give it to me again.”
“Fucking hell,” he growled, it was turning him on, his strokes growing faster, cock pulsing violently in his hand. “You’re going to take it. Every fucking drop. You’re going to sit there and let me mark you again.”
And then he came again.
It hit me like fire.
The first stream shot straight into my mouth, hot and thick and powerful, and I moaned loud around it, opening wider, swallowing it down like it was the only thing keeping me alive.
The second sprayed across my lips, across my tongue, down my chin, and I didn’t wipe it. I let it run. I let it coat me.
The third hit me in the center of my chest, splashing between my tits and mixing with the milk still leaking from my swollen nipples.
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