I’m standing. Right? I think I’m still standing.
A shudder wracks my body as Hunter’s calloused hand trails up my thigh, his fingers softly tracing my damp slit. “So, what’s it gonna be, baby doll? Does my girl want to stop, or does she want to play?”
I’m a confused pile of mush as his words ring in my head. Part of me wants to forgive him already, but another part of me is scared to. Scared to open up to him once more just so he could let me down whenever he decides he knows what’s best.
Fuck that. If that’s how he wants to playthings, then I plan on making it as difficult as possible for him.
“Oh, we can play. But since you just want what’s best for me, then you have to prove it… only I get my release.”
Hunter’s chuckle is dark as I wonder just what I’ve gotten myself into. “Oh, baby doll. Giving you pleasure is a gift in and of itself.” He prowls closer, his eyes soaking me in before his strong hands go to the cleavage of my dress. “If that’s your only condition, then I agree.”
“Yes, that’s my only condition.” I swallow thickly, but the lump in my throat goes nowhere.
And Hunter doesn’t hesitate, he’s ripping my dress in two, the white cotton fabric falling to either side of my body as he stares at what he’s just uncovered.
Holy shit.
“Perfection, baby. That’s what you are.” His hands go to my breasts before his thumbs slowly flick my pert nipples, each pass sending a jolt of lightning straight between my thighs. “These tits, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I have no words. I can’t respond. His hands on my body are like a drug, one that’s taken me over and left me hungry for more.
“Goddammit, baby. I can see those hard little nipples right through the lace.” He slaps at the side of my breast and it jiggles before him. “Such a bad girl, teasing Daddy with these perky little tits. They’re just begging for attention, aren’t they?”
Needing no prompting, Hunter lowers his mouth to one of the fleshy mounds, wrapping his lips around one of the stiff peaks and soaking the fabric straight through as he suckles. God, that feels so good.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m so bad.” I moan, thrusting my chest higher. “Looks like you’ll just have to teach me a lesson.”
Hunter raises a brow before a wicked smirk touches his full lips. “Okay, baby. But remember, you asked for it.”
Before I’m able to ask what he means, he’s ripping the lace from my body, my breasts now exposed under the light of the moon.
“Jesus, I’m going to have so much fun with you.” Hunter bites his fat bottom lip before he’s whirling me around and placing me on all fours, a swat to the ass the last thing I feel before I hear him by the fire. “Keep your eyes on the ground, baby. Daddy’s orders.”
There’s the rustling of a wrapper and the clanking of a metal poker, and I just have to ask, “Are you making dessert?”
“No, sweetheart.” I feel him kneel down behind me, one of his calloused palms running over the globes of my ass. “You’re the only thing I’m eating up tonight.”
Oh god. My body comes to life as Hunter rubs something hot and sticky from the base of my neck down to my puckered hole.
“Wha—What is that?”
My man chuckles as he positions his body behind mine, his hand going to the nape of my neck before it’s wrapping around my hair and yanking—hard.
“Marshmallow. Almost as sweet as your cunt. Almost.”
I don’t get a chance to respond because Hunter’s mouth descends on my heated flesh, his mouth licking a path down my body until one of his hands is squeezing the cheek he’d just smarted moments ago.
“Fuck, baby. Even your tight little ass is perfect.” He’s releasing his grip on my hair, only to bring both hands to either cheek, his fingers digging in before he’s pulling them apart. “And that little pink rose, it’s teasing me, begging to be filled.”
I whimper, remembering the last time we were together. He played with me then, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good.
“That’s right, doll. I know what you like.”
Just then I shudder, feeling his warm wet tongue circle the object of his rapt attention. God, why does that feel so good, and why do I want more?
As if reading my mind, Hunter pushes inside, his tongue spearing through me and making me moan. “Oh, Daddy. So good.”
But just as quickly as he started, he stops, leaving me bereft and clenching for more. “Wha—Why did you stop?”
Hunter smacks my ass, the force of it making the flesh sting. “My greedy little girl. So hungry for Daddy.”
“Yes!” I wiggle my ass in the air, hoping to bring him back to me. “Now give me more.”
“No. Only good girls get to cum. Bad girls get tortured and teased—tantalized until they’re nothing but a squirming, writhing mess—just begging for release. And then, only then, do they get their reward.” He lifts his hands to my breasts, his thick fingers tweaking the already sensitive nubs and making me cry out in pleasure.
Mid scream, Hunter flips my body over like a rag doll, throwing me down on the pillows beneath.
Shit, I’m already a squirming, writhing mess, but I’m not about to admit it. Especially not with the tortured look on Hunter’s face. Good. At least I’m not the only one left wanting more.
Hunter bends over me and that’s when I see it, the sticky marshmallow he’s bringing down on my breasts. With slow methodical movements, this beast of a man spreads the white sweetness over both peaks, making sure to flick each nipple twice, the act making me arch from pleasure with every pass.
I can’t help it, my chest heaves as I close my eyes from the overwhelming sensations, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of his soft tongue rubbing against my hard nipples, his entire mouth sucking as I curse his name.
“More, Daddy. Please.” I’m whining, not giving a shit that I’m breaking beneath him. I need more, and I need it now.
“Does my baby need to be filled? Is her pretty little pussy crying for attention?”
I’m nodding as Hunter drops his mouth over my mound, my lips clinging to the fabric as the evidence of my desire soaks through.
“Too bad. I’d love nothing more than to shove my cock deep inside that wetness, but my little girl said I couldn’t get off.”
My mouth drops open in disbelief that he’s actually going to deny me.
“But I need it.” I’m pouting and I don’t give a shit. “I need Daddy’s cock.”
Hunter tsks as he leans back on his legs. “Rules are rules, and I’m not going to break them.”
I’m about to start protesting again when out of a bag he’s pulling out a long twisting lollipop, the kind that look like a unicorn’s horn, and instantly my heart starts racing. “What’s that?”
“You can’t have Daddy’s cock, but you can have the next best thing.” My jaw drops for what feels like the millionth time as Hunter pushes my thighs open, his body settling between. “I need you to play with those gorgeous tits, baby. Can you do that for me?”
I nod but lose the ability to speak as soon as Hunter waves the long piece of candy in front of my slit, using the tip to nudge the elastic of my panties to the side.
“Don’t stop, baby. Tug on those hard little nipples for me.”
My eyes roll back as I do what he says, the sensation of my hands and the blunt tip of the candy on my bare flesh sending me over the edge as I moan out in pleasure.
Increasing his torture, Hunter presses the hard tip against my clit, slowly swirling it around and making my hips pivot right along with it. Holyfuck. It’s so much, yet not enough.
“More,” I beg, my voice coming out hoarse and unrecognizable. “Please. I need you inside.”
Hunter chuckles as he slowly glides the candy up and down, up and down, all in a torturously slow movement. “You’re such a good girl, getting nice and wet for Daddy.”
“Yes, so wet. So ready.” I’m delirious, shaking my head from left to right, needing to feel something, anything inside of me. “Please.”
“God, I love it when you beg. It makes me want to give you the world.” His words shock me into submission, and I have no snarky response. This seems to please him because he finally gives me what I want.
With one swift thrust, Hunter shoves the lollipop inside, my body instantly jolting from the intrusion. I should object, I should push him away—it’s a fucking candy he’s just shoved inside my pussy—but I don’t.
Like a wanton whore, I writhe against it, needing even more still. I’m literally riding a damn lollipop, chasing my release. And fuck if the thought of that doesn’t help me get off.
“Such a horny little thing.” Hunter slowly thrusts in and out, tilting the long swirl just right so it’s pressing against a spot that has me seeing stars.
“What—what are you doing to me?” The slow and steady pressure against my inner wall has my body shaking, my legs losing all strength as they flail to either side.
Hunter’s dark chuckle makes a return, but I can’t even muster the strength to look at his face. I’m lost in this sensation, the entire world burning up around me as this fire consumes me whole.
“That’s your g-spot, baby.” He applies more pressure then, and the fire grows dark. Everything around me fades and the only thing I see is nothing but black. “That’s it, baby. Let it take you over.”
My walls are clenching around the stick, spasming and milking it as if it were my Daddy’s big cock.
God, how I want that.
“Damn, baby. Such a greedy pussy, getting this candy nice and juicy for me.” Right then Hunter brings his mouth down onto my heated flesh, his tongue lathing at the sensitive bundle of nerves and I shatter.
His mouth paired with the mental image of Hunter sucking on the lollipop I’d sullied has me crashing hard into my release. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, I’m not sure it will ever stop.
As if reading my mind, Hunter shows no sign of stopping, his tongue swirling around my engorged clit and showing it no mercy.
With one final shudder, my hands finally fall from my breasts and go to Hunter’s hair, feebly attempting to push him away. This man has wrecked me. Here I thought I was teaching him a lesson when the only thing that’s happened is that I now know I’d never want to live without him or the pleasure he’s able to give.
Well played, Hunter Crown. Well played.
