The pain, which was inflicted by my own belt on my hips, halted when she slipped the belt off on the ground, leaving an eerie atmosphere behind.
Next, she firmly tugged my collar and yanked me to my knees, leaving me to gaze up at her hasty hands, taking off her gorgeous dress.
I knew what was about to happen, and it aroused me even more. It shouldn't have when I knew what turmoil she was facing.
"Don't look at me like that." She warned as she was removing her underwear, and added, "I don't want your pity."
Her tone led chills down my spine, making it hard for my eyes to keep looking at her. But I wanted to keep looking at her. I wanted to see her face alter from that hateful expression to an expression filled with joy.
"It's — " I could not speak my mind, yet I tried. "It's not pity."
"Then what is it?" She bitterly responded as she stood against the wall and slipped her fingers into my strands, her dark eyes waiting for an answer.
"I'm just — " I gulped before I added. "I'm just aroused." Her eyes were making me feel things in my stomach. They were making the pain in my hips heightened even more, and it was making my knees already weak, even when I was sitting on the ground, waiting for her next command.
A quick snicker escaped her lips, like a change in the weather. She sounded pleased and amused. A signature of her approval for my words.
Her snicker only made me harder and squeeze my eyes shut. Even though I wanted to look at her, I did not think I could. That's how aroused and obliged I felt.
But my eyes had to unbolt when a quick yank of her hand arrived, pulling me in between her legs.
"That's good." She inhaled strongly while I found my lips stuck to her inner thighs. She had such a sweet scent, which was taking over me and I looked up at her and regarded her eyes closed with relief.
"I don't want pity, at least not from you." She added and clutched my hair tighter, making me quiver in between her legs like a leaf. I just wanted to kiss her and make her feel good, but I waited for her permission, not allowing my craving to take over me.
"Now, make me feel good." She breathed out and planted her foot on the table beside her, exposing how wet she was.
I just wanted to quickly dive into her wetness and lick her until she was moaning and cuming, but I waited and slowly kissed her inner thighs, regarding her soft quiver against my lips.
"You will never receive such a mortification from me." I breathed. I just wished to cause her pleasure. I did not want her to face another pain. At least pleasure was something I could give her.
"I'm your good boy." I continued to kiss further. "I'm here to please you and soothe your pain. I could never cause you pain."
"Good," she whispered with a quivering tone and my hunger grew. I advanced further, kissing her and nipping her skin, and finally reached her pussy, feeling as if I had found a mine of gold.
Watching how wet she had gotten, I could not wait any longer. I kissed her pussy, watching her shudder to my lips, and continued kissing, tasting how sweet she was.
"And I making you feel good?" Halting my lips, I questioned. I needed her approval like oxygen to my lungs.
"Why are you wasting time asking such stupid questions?" Her eyes opened up, filled with fury and with another emotion I could not word. "You're here to soothe me, right?"
I nodded, licking my lips as I felt preyed on. I thought I had made her angry, but I just wanted her to feel good. "I just wanted to know if I was making you feel good. Because if I was not, I'd
do better."
"I'll tell you if you're not doing better. Now don't stop until I tell you to." Nodding to her words, I quickly placed my lips over her wetness and continued kissing with the same hunger.
Now wishing that I don't make her angry.
"Don't just kiss, use your tongue." She boomed, quivering and breathing heavily against my lips. I quickly obliged and began licking her.
I continued licking her pussy, making those dirty noises that were making me harder until she began rubbing her wetness on my tongue.
Her grip on my head tightened, making me whimper against her wetness and I could not help but say, "Oh God! You taste so good."
"Faster!" she boomed, and I obliged.
Those licks made her moan even louder and rubbed her pussy faster against my tongue. I was pleased with myself. I was making her feel good.
And once those licks had driven her wetter, I began entering my tongue into her wetness, slow and slick. That made her quiver even more, making me drive my tongue deeper into her warmth.
She felt so tight and warm against my tongue, squelching with juices, that it made me leak.
She was moaning with such hunger that it made me quiver. I began thrusting my tongue in and out of her wetness, watching her moan and relish my tongue.
God! She looked so beautiful and pleased. That is what I wanted. I wanted her to forget all about her father.
Watching her forget about everything and just enjoy my tongue, I paced my tongue and thrust faster and faster until she was quivering like a leaf.
"Keep doing that!" I could tell she was close. Her body, her moans, and her grasp on my head were shouting that to me.
"Are you going to cum!" I whimpered onto her wetness, quivering and moaning as well and
she responded with a loud growl, her body unable to stand the ground anymore. "I'm going to cum! Don't stop!"
"Yes, mam!" I simply moaned and closed my eyes, never opening them until she was jittering with orgasm and was growling with the intensity of that orgasm.
Her juices oozed like honey against my tongue and I gratefully accepted it in my mouth, licking every drop clean until she had oozed out every drop.
She looked satisfied and tired. Still quivering and flinching. The look on her face of relief was a relief for me. It showcased that I had performed well.
But it wasn't enough. I found it out when she yanked my drooling mouth away from her wetness and led me to my feet, looking at me with breathlessness.
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to be continued….
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