Thy Kingdom Come

“And what happens when you take them?”

Her question catches me off guard because I haven’t thought that far ahead. Up until tonight, I didn’t even know that one of those lives could be my da’s.

“What happened to you, Punky?”

Hissing, I pull her toward me, so we’re pressed chest to chest. She doesn’t cower. She dares me to do my best.

“If I tell ya that, I’m go

She licks her bottom lip nervously, but what she replies brings me to my knees. “You can try.”

I know this is a bad idea, but that’s never stopped me before. In reality, I have no self-control when it comes to Babydoll, and finally, I give in to what I’ve wanted to do since we first met and slam my lips against hers.

A gasp escapes her, but that soon turns into a moan when she stands on her toes and kisses me back with fire. She pulls at my hair, whimpering when I bite her bottom lip. She flicks her tongue across my piercing, then tugs it gently between her teeth.

The sharp sting has every part of me hardening, and kissing is suddenly not enough.

With our lips still attached, I walk her backward until her knees hit the couch. She tumbles onto it with a yelp, but I don’t follow. I stand before her, breathless and so incredibly turned on. She scoots backward on her elbows, her eyes never leaving mine.

When her back hits the armrest, she inhales slowly, her cheeks turning a deep red as I openly explore every inch of her. Her mouth is slathered in black and white paint, making her all the more delectable.

Her blue summer dress dips low at the collar. Her chest is rising and falling with uneven breaths, and I like that I’m the one who provoked this response from her.

“I’m n-not sure if I should trust you,” she confesses, and I hum in delight.

“Good,” I reply, watching the way she slips off her shoes, eagerly awaiting my response. “Don’t.”

Just as she’s about to rise, I climb onto the couch and sit back on my heels because this is happening and it’s happening now. We’re on opposite sides of the sofa, giving her a false sense of security because when she tries to get up again, I grip her ankles and drag her toward me.

A yelp leaves her, and she grips the cushions, needing something to anchor her for what’s about to come. Placing my hands on either side of her hips, I hold her prisoner, keeping my weight off her as I press my lips over her racing pulse.

She arches her neck, permitting me to take and take I do. With no hurry, I run my nose over her skin, lost in her vanilla scent. She smells good enough to eat…which is exactly what I plan on doing.

I slither down her body, her curves molding to mine, and come to a stop at the junction of her thighs. She shuffles back and leans against the armrest, knowing what I want as she opens her legs timidly. She slowly pulls up the hem of her dress, exposing her black lace underwear.

They’re see-through, allowing me to admire what that flimsy piece of material conceals. Her pussy is bare, and I run my tongue over the ball in my lip piercing, obsessed with what I see. I don’t ask, I take, as I run my hand up her thigh and circle the outside of her underwear.

I’m surprised to feel the material is wet.

I wish I could be gentle and give her what she deserves, but I can’t. I don’t know how.

She repositions herself, bending one leg while she spreads the other wide, granting me full access to her beautiful cunt. Her breaths are hot and heavy as I shift her underwear to one side, baring herself to my deviancy. Her pretty flesh seems to turn scarlet all over.

With two fingers, I stroke up and down the outside of her pussy, excited by the way her body responds to my touch. She whimpers, gripping the couch cushions.

Her skin grows slicker, and never breaking eye contact, I offer her two fingers from my other hand, where she does as I coax and draws them into her mouth to suck on them. Barely holding back my growl of approval, I continue stroking her while she suckles my fingers, circling her tongue around them.

Her cheeks hollow as she sucks me deep, which has my dick stirring in approval.

Once my fingers are well lubricated, I remove them from her mouth. They slide free with a pop. The noise, coupled with the feeling, just increases the need to eat her whole. She leans back against the armrest, her throat quivering as she swallows deeply, awaiting my next move.

She’s on fire in my hand, but when I sink my finger that was inside her mouth seconds ago into her pussy, she detonates.

“Oh my God,” she moans, throwing her head back.

I work my finger in and out, in and out, watching closely as Babydoll comes undone. With my thumb, I circle over her clit, in awe at the way her body responds to my touch. I’m used to my hands causing pain, not pleasure, so I can’t get enough of her breathless cries and small shudders that rock her body.

She reaches down, placing her hand over mine, begging I speed up the tempo. Seeing her beg is a new drug to me, so instead of increasing the rhythm, I sink in another finger.

Her back bows as she squeezes her eyes shut, her body trembling, demanding more.

With sluggish strokes, I penetrate her deep. Her warmth sucks me in, and I never want to leave. She’s so slick, I slide in and out with ease. To feel how turned on she is pleases me in ways I never thought possible.

“Please,” she begs hoarsely, raising her hips, hoping to deepen the angle.

“Please what, Babydoll?” I question, her pleas only adding to the tension building inside me.

“More,” she shamelessly demands. “I want more.”

Her underwear is in the way, which frustrates her. She shoves them aside, opening herself further up to me, but I chuckle smugly as that’s the reason I left them on—to have her on the cusp of exploding before I give in.

As I work her into a wild mess, I play with her clit, unable to get over the sight of her coming undone because of me. I enjoy going down on women. I prefer it to sex, to be honest. Being able to dominate someone to the point of them losing complete control is what I like.

Sex is the hard part. The intimacy makes me uncomfortable because someone always wants more, and I don’t have any more to give. Being with them, vulnerable that way, isn’t something I enjoy. But now, all I want is to be lost in Babydoll as I know my demons will play well with hers.

I just want to let go.

With a guttural groan, I give her what we both want, and with a sharp tug, tear off her underwear. Her pussy glistens under the light, the slickness awakening an even deeper hunger within. Without thought, I lie down on my stomach, position one of her legs over my shoulder, and take her cunt into my mouth.

Babydoll cries out, clutching the top of my arms for support as I devour her without apology. She tastes how she smells—like vanilla—and I want more.

Rubbing her flesh against my face, I slather myself with her honey, taking her into my mouth as I sink my tongue in deep. Up and down, in and out, I fuck her with my tongue and mouth, licking, sucking, leaving no part of her untouched.

She bucks against my face, using the heel of her foot to coax me in deeper. She is the one holding me prisoner, and usually, I wouldn’t like it. I would feel suffocated, claustrophobic, but not with her. She tenderly runs her fingers through my hair, moaning and shuddering with each flick of my tongue.

Her pussy is scalding, burning me alive, but I want more, so I add a finger to the mix, showing no mercy as I eat her out. Gripping her thigh, I extend it out further as I want her all over me. I want her aching, her legs resembling jelly, so she’ll think of me tomorrow with each step she takes.