His Little One

Chapter 23

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Warm rough callous hands ran up her thighs as they inch towards her bottom. Rosalinda whisked her fingertips over his arms feeling the symphony of coiling muscles and smooth skin.

Something she would never grow tired of.

A moan slipped past her lips as she felt his lips kiss the crease, where her thigh met her groin. Her body grew warmer as her mind wondered, wanting nothing more than to feel that same teasing sensual mouth to aim for a place that was wet waiting for release.

A thunderous chuckle stunted the agonizing teasing, Rosalinda huffed in frustration.

"Your feet are cold little one."

Shaking her head in denial, she felt for his hands to place them back on her bottom as they cupped each cheek helping her arch her hips.

A light nip on her thigh resulted in Rosalinda sitting up.

"Answer me." A hand grasped her chin to draw her attention.

Her mind was too clouded with erotic thoughts to really think about her cold feet. What she wanted was something hot and swirling on a certain part of her body.

"Yes, they're cold but it doesn't bother me."

Rosalinda gasped as fingers began to massage her clit. Biting her lip she shamelessly began to buck against his hand to synchronize both motions to create a delicious friction that made her toes curl.

"I'm going to ask you once more, are you cold little one?" His fingers slowed down, instinctively Rosalinda slapped her hand down on his afraid he would never continue.

Did he arrogantly think he had control over her body? To prove him wrong was she willing to walk away in the middle of their sensual love sessions? Probably, but she would later hate herself for not letting him finish the job.

She could finish herself, but nothing compared to his devious mechanical tongue that seemed to know exactly where to lick.

Rosalinda, flushed face and hot she nodded her head. "Yes, big daddy, I'm cold."

Icy blue eyes kept her immobilized, her heart fluttered as she watched the way his eyes dilated under the soft light emitting from the corner.

He grunted, placing thick socks on her feet, his eyes roamed down from her face to her core. Rosalinda shyly shimmied her legs closed, only to have the second sock slipped on and her body flipped to all fours.

His head brushed under her, tickling her thighs. Rosalinda looked down to see him staring at her pussy with hunger and need.

"I could look at your little pussy all day, little one. Now I want you to moan and call out my name while I make you come. Understood?" He bit her thigh causing her to squeak.

Rosalinda frantically moved her hips, while her hands tugged at his hair and lips moaned out his name; God she wanted release. She wanted him.

Her stomach began to sink knowing very well what was coming next.

Trembling hands looked for something to grab before floating away. Her thighs quivered with every vexing lick that was delivered to her folds and clit.

Fingers slowly inserted themselves inside her making her cry out. Dropping her chest down to the mattress allowing the sheet tease her nipples as she climaxed so hard tears sprung from her eyes.