The Room Pt4.

I lie with you softly kissing, softly stroking over your beautiful body with the lightest of finger tip caresses. You’re floating in a wonderfully warm post orgasmic state, the gentle strokes prolonging, enhancing your bliss. You feel the love sliding over your hot skin and bathe in it, absorbing it, until you realise there’s a rock hard cock laid against your hip.
“Mmmmm…” You hum into my mouth as you reach down and grasp my phallus.
“I haven’t even used this yet.” You whisper stroking along it’s length, squeezing over its head.
“It’s yours Babygirl, do what you like with it.” I whisper provocatively back still stroking your soft warm skin.
At that moment you draw away from my lips and slowly work your way away from my mouth down the bed. Still stroking my hardness you manoeuvre me over onto my back where you settle between my thighs.
Your eyes widen as you smile like a cat that got the cream.
“It’s fucking perfect, your cock is fucking perfect.” You state as your other hand joins in to massage me.
“It’s just a cock.” I smile, flattered by your adoring words.
“No, believe me, it is not just a cock.” You retort as your head drops and your tongue laps up a glistening droplet of precum that you squeezed up from within.
“It’s fucking perfect.” You say before lazily licking around its sensitive crown triggering a rush of cheek achingly grin worthy pleasure.
“Oh God that’s good.” I stutter as your circle again causing involuntary spasms to judder my legs either side of you.
You have no more words for me, just actions. You pull down, drawing my foreskin back, my frenelum pulled tight as you lap up over it before enveloping my glans with lips that plunge down taking me almost into your throat. You pull up slightly and use your tongue to somehow massage my whole manhood within your mouth, it feels wonderful.
I close my eyes and take in the feelings as you slowly bob your head up and down, I smile as I find a plain that meditation could never reach. Pleasure cosseting me, you pleasuring me, more than anything or anyone ever could. Your hands slide up my shaft and with your mouth concentrate on the head of my cock, the pinnacle of your fixation. I feel nervous fireworks launching all over my body, nerve endings tingle as my body gives over to the ache that’s built up in my scrotum and lower abdomen. Then as you work feverishly your whole upper body rising and falling onto me forces the dam to break. My legs shoot straight and I see stars as the eruption of sperm fires into your still sucking mouth. I grunt and gasp and clutch your head as your tongue again goes to work licking up every drop as it oozes from my core.
“Daddy! You gave me a gift!” You eventually grin, your hand still working, squeezing my cock.
I gather my senses and smile in a state of shock… “I did?” I laugh intoxicated by lust.
“Yup! And I want more!” You say with a bratty determination matched only by the jerking of your hand on my still hard cock.

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