The Bet

20) Dessert

"Good girl, Angel."

  I moaned loudly at her praise and my own ministrations, but I want more.

  "Mommy, please." I whined, licking my lips, wanting to get to dessert.

  She grinned knowingly at me. "What could you possibly be begging me for, Angel?" She teased, playing with the hem of her skirt. My eyes tracked the movement closely. "You've already got your own pleasure covered."

  A pout settled on my lips. You know exactly what I want.

  But of course I can't have my dessert yet, because I'm apparently Camila's main course, judging by the way her eyes have been devouring me.

  I groaned while continuing to circle my clit with my fingers. "I wanna make you feel good," I insisted, once again.

  Mommy gave me an obvious once over, never losing her predatory look. "What can I say, Angel? I like watching pretty girls get off."

  That made my stomach do flips, and she grinned at the small gasp I let out. It wasn't the answer I was looking for, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't create a puddle between my spread legs.

  Though, I just want her to suffocate me between those luscious thighs, is that too much to ask?

  She saw my pout deepen and chuckled. "Here," The goddess leisurely rose from her place above me and strolled over to her bedside drawer. She pulled out a bullet vibrator and shot me a smirk over her shoulder. "Let me watch you come undone, then you can have your treat."

Miss Camila's POV

  Once the toy was in her hand, she immediately put it to use, turning it on and pressing it against where her fingers used be on her clit.

  How cute, so eager to have her face buried in my pussy.

  Once she felt the soft vibrations course through her, her mouth formed a pretty 'o' shape that had me eager to have her between my thighs.

  But not before I get my show.

  I enjoyed the sight of her head thrown back carelessly with her hair laying around her wildly.

  This is the good shit.

  Cute little good girls that live to please with their legs spread and their hair messy, panting like dogs at their own ministrations below me. It's what I live for.

  Her mouth formed all kinds of pretty shapes, and let out so many alluring sounds. So many "Ooh"s and "Ah!"s between lip bites that had my palms itching.

  I've told her not to do that.

  But that's a scene for another day.

  I could tell by the way her leg muscles flexed — I couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight — that she was about to come undone.

  Ooh! One of my favorite parts.

  With the realization that the Angel's eyes are still screwed shut in pleasure, my lips pursed. That just won't do.

  "Look at me," I commanded for the second time.

  I absolutely do not enjoy repeating myself, but it's a small price to pay for the head-thrown-back-wildly look that I got to savor earlier.

  Her eyes snapped open.

  That look is second only to the one I'm receiving right now, the I'm-about-to-cum-Mommy eyes are to die for.