Big Daddy

by Daisy Jane

I bat her hand away, making her giggle. “Don’t,” I warn. “I’ve had your pussy on my taste buds all day. I can’t take much more. And the first time you see me come isn’t going to be in my pants.” “That’s kinda hot,” she says, chewing her bottom lip as she studies the outline of my erection. “Not as hot as leaving every drop of my load deep inside you. Not as hot as you talking to fucking Dante while I’m leaking into your panties, into your little bed. Hmm? That’s hotter. And that’s what I want.” Slowly, she traces her lips with her tongue and says, “What about my mouth? You don’t want to come in my mouth?” Just as slowly as she licks her lips, she lowers to her knees and holds her mouth open wide. “Winnie,” I breathe, hesitant. I don’t know why I’m suddenly hesitant. It doesn’t make sense. “Afraid?” she asks, keeping her mouth wide after she asks. “Of what?” I ask, confused by my hesitancy, and thrown by her question. “Of liking it too much,” she says simply.