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And he seemed to catch your mental strife, enjoying it even, a smirk playing at his lips. He assumed you would want to be a pleaser in bed, that's what he thought of when he had a hand wrapped around his length pumping embarrassingly quick and groaning your name into the vacant space of his room, releasing all over his abdomen and hand imagining it was you, looking up at him with glazed over doe eyes instead.

"What do you want sweetheart? Use your big girl words like I know you can."

He peered up at you through his insanely defined lashes, trailing a feather light finger over your panties and living for your quiet gasp and shudder.

"I want your- your tongue please?"

He offers you a kitten lick at your lace covered clit and the simple touch is enough for your back to arch off the bed making him chuckle before digging his thumbs with a bruising grip into your hips.

"A lot more sensitive than I thought, don't worry baby I'll warm you up nice for me."

You exhale sharply when he tugs your panties off with his teeth, you wanted so badly to look away but his eyes boring into your soul so addictive forced you to maintain eye contact. He let out a low growl of approval at your slickened mound, your clit sitting below a few soft curls and he can't stop himself any longer as he leans down and licks your whole cunt in a way that has your toes curling and feet digging into his back while a choked sound leaves your lips making him groan low in his throat.

"Has anyone touched you like before sweetheart?" The deep baritone of his voice slightly muffled and you can see his now swollen pink lips glistening with your arousal. You shake your head no frantically, digging your fingers into his styled and slicked back golden locks. He hisses at the sting but it makes blood rush to his throbbing cock.

"No- no one has." You gasped breathless from the new sensations tingling in your body.

It seems like that awakens something in Brad, like you can see the way his chest expands and some heavy possessiveness settles on his shoulders. It makes you preen.

He hooks his thumb on your clit, rubbing slowly to build up the pleasure while you now shamelessly grind your cunt into his face, searching for more friction. He groans against the sensitive skin of your cunt, the vibrations shooting up your spine and pushing you embarrassingly close to your orgasm. Your first real orgasm.

Brad looks up at you from his eyelashes, grinding his hips into the mattress at the look of pure pleasure painted on your blissed out features. Your chest begins heaving and the sight is enough incentive for Brad to begin licking and sucking your pearl relentlessly, your legs begin to quiver around his skull and your moans fill the room, and it's this moment Brad is exponentially grateful that your room is on the complete opposite side of the house or else...

He doesn't want to think about that, not when he has his face slick with your juices and uncomfortably tight pants.

Your hole begins fluttering, pulsing and at this point you're unable to even moan. Your mouth drops open as you try to squirm away from the incessant pleasure but Brad digs his rough fingers into the skin of your hip, tutting at you and holding you in place and for some reason the simple action is enough to have more slick spilling out of you and coating your thighs.

"I'm I'm gonna- fuck!"

Brad laps up at the essence of your orgasm, groaning at the delicious taste of you and he makes a mental reminder to get some more later.

"There we go, good girl. Tastes so good on my tongue." He moans.

Your legs continue to quiver, mind foggy as he rubs his warm hands over your tender skin, and he leans down over you, connecting your lips to his in a heated kiss that has you whining into his mouth. You pull away, breathless and head lulling to the side giving him free reign to cover your neck in bits and kisses. Your fingernails dig into his back and soft sighs escape your lips when he finds your sweet spot and sucks, intending on marking you up.

"Such pretty noises sweetheart, who are they for?" A cocky smile could be heard in Brad's voice, and your own flustered giggles filled the room and you attempted to bury your face into his clothed chest.

To which he wrapped a firm hand around your throat to gently pull you back to meet his fervent gaze. You swallowed a moan simply by the look in his eyes when he repeated himself lowly.

"I asked who you were moaning like a little slut for?"

This time you could not have done anything to stop the moan that was bubbling in your chest. Your eyes hooding over with his mischievous ones burning into your exposed body.

"For you... Daddy."

You watched giggling as he growled, tightening his grip on your throat before pulling you up so you were perched up in his lap, and his thick fingers travelled down to your slick mound, rubbing your wetness and making a mess out of you. The feel of his clothed body sent your bare one into an almost sensory overload. You gasped sharply when he spit down onto your cunt, your hole clenching wildly as pure need seeped through your veins.

Then he was shoving a finger inside of your hole, the intrusion slightly painful at first but it quickly turned pleasurable, the angle allowing him to hit all your sweet spots.

"Yeah? You like Daddy's fingers in that tight cunt?" He purred into your ear, stroking your slick walls before inserting a third digit, the stretch making your legs quiver around his waist.

"Yes Daddy I love it."

You mewled right into his ear, and it makes him hum low in his throat before picking up the pacing of his pumping fingers. Your fingers are digging into his shoulder blades as he forces you to maintain eye contact, pressing his forehead against your slightly sweaty one and cooing to you. God you just needed a little bit more, just a tiny push and you would-

"Who would have thought someone as innocent as you was really a filthy cock slut? You just want your holes filled up like a good girl don't you honey?"

Black dots erupt in your vision, your orgasm washing over you so suddenly and so intensely you're squirming and unable to do anything more than drop your mouth open, not even letting out a noise. Your slick pools out and spills onto Brad's hand, to which he groans appreciatively as he continues to massage your overstimulated walls.

"I know, I know. It feels so good doesn't it? Only a man like me could make you cum like that."

You whimper pathetically, head falling into his chest as you ride out your orgasm, feeling his erection poking into your thigh. Somehow with your still foggy mind you manage to reach down and cup him through his jeans making him hiss and buck his hips upwards. He slaps your hand away, pulling it behind your back when he pushes you flat down onto the bed. "Did I say you could touch me?"

"N-no"

"No what?" He prompted, voice on the edge of annoyance and laced with irritation that had your eyes watering and bottom lip jutting out.

"No daddy." You spoke as assertively as you could in your foggy state of mind.

Though you weren't entirely sure of how convincing it was. But it seemed to make due enough when Brad finally began unzipping his jeans, still not bothering to undress completely so you whine petulantly.

"not fair, I don't wanna be the only one naked."