Page 26 of The Deal
“You think so?” she coos.
“Yeah, definitely,” I rasp.
With another coy smile, she slips the panties down, letting them slither to her ankles before flicking them aside. There’s a wet spot at the gusset, and my nose twitches because I swear, I can scent her aroused pussy from here. The bra takes a little more work, but she unclasps it behind her back, then slides the straps off, letting the cups fall away from her giant Double D’s. She sets the bra on the arm of the chair, then stands up straight, naked and unselfconscious, before cupping those huge tits in offering to me.
“I hope you like what you see, Daddy,” she mewls.
I twitch because Mary Kate’s perfect. In the golden glow of the sconces, her skin is radiant—her breasts round and heavy, areolae a pale rose, nipples hard and pointed. The patch of blonde hair between her legs is neat, trimmed to a narrow triangle that draws the eye down to the gleam of pink. Her thighs are slightly apart, feet flat, shoulders back. She looks like a goddess brought to life.
“You’re gorgeous, baby girl,” I rasp, fisting my cock as I stare at her. “I think you know that.”
She smiles at me, and then jiggles her tits a bit.
“I’m glad you think so, Daddy. Should we get started? Lie down.”
With that, I lie so I’m flat on my back, with my cock jutting upwards, but the golden girl’s not surprised. She looks me up and down, slow, deliberate, and I feel myself flush under the scrutiny.
“Do you want oil again?” she asks.
I gesture to the bottles. “Your choice.”
She unscrews the sandalwood, pours a little into her palm, and rubs her hands together. The scent floods the room—woody, sweet, unmistakable. She moves between my legs and reaches for me.
This time, there’s nothing tentative. She cups my balls in one hand, cradling them, and starts to roll them between her fingers, the way I showed her, the way I like it. The oil is warm, her skin warmer. With her other hand, she strokes my shaft, not fast, but with a grip that’s just shy of rough. She focuses on my body with the kind of intensity I usually associate with medical rounds or emergency procedures. She wants to get it right.
The first touch is so good my whole body tightens. I clench the edge of the table with both hands, exhale through my teeth.
She smiles, pleased. “Good?”
“Very, sweetheart,” I rasp. “Goddamn, you feel amazing.”
She continues, both hands working now—one massaging my balls, the other gliding up and down the shaft, occasionally twisting at the head, squeezing just enough to make me gasp.I can see her breasts swaying with each movement, the nipples catching the light.
A bead of pre-cum wells at the tip, clear and viscous, and Mary Kate doesn’t hesitate. Almost on instinct, she lowers her head and then licks it away with a broad, flat stroke of her tongue before licking her lips. The sensation is electric. She meets my eyes, a wicked little smile in hers, then goes back to work.
“Fuck, baby,” I rasp. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I last maybe thirty seconds before I reach for her. I motion for her to get on the table as well, and then rotate those luscious curves all the way around until her knees frame my shoulders, her pussy directly above my mouth. She giggles—an honest, slightly embarrassed sound—then lets me position her, spreading her thighs so wide I can see deep into her glistening pink.
“You’re so beautiful,” I croon. “So sexy and so fucking horny too.”
“Daddy!” she mock giggles. “Oh my god, how can you say that?” But she scoots forward until she’s perched right at the edge, cunt hovering over my face. The smell is sharp and sweet and animal, and I lose all sense of time or decorum.
I bury my face in her, tongue sliding between the lips, tasting her fully. She’s drenched already, slick and salty and honeyed. I suck her clit, slow at first, then harder, letting her roll her hips against my mouth. She moans, one hand finding my thigh and clutching tight. Her other hand finds my cock, stroking in time with the movement of my tongue.
“God, yes,” she says, voice breathy and high. “Daddy, eat my pussy. Please, more?—”
I lap at her, dragging my tongue from the base to the tip, then fuck her with it, slow and deep, letting her grind down onto me. I slip two fingers inside her, curling them, and she whimpers with need. I talk to her while I eat her out, voice muffled by flesh: “Such a good girl. Such a horny little slut. You like it when Daddy licks your hungry vag, don’t you?”
She moans louder, the sound raw and desperate. Her grip in my hair tightens. “Yes, fuck Daddy, yes. Don’t stop.”
I don’t. I speed up, licking and sucking her clit alternately, fingers stroking inside her, until her thighs begin to shake and she starts to pant, hips rocking uncontrollably.
“Stay with me, baby,” I rasp. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Then I lift my head and lick her asshole with the flat of my tongue. The unexpected feel of a man’s tongue on her dirtiest spot pushes her over the edge. She comes with a cry, legs squeezing my head, pussy spasming around my fingers as she screams.
“Kent!” she shrieks. “Oh god, yes yes yes!”
