Rylee’s back arched, a high-pitched moan tearing from her throat as his tongue delved deep, lapping at her clit with a ruthless intensity.
I watched, transfixed, as Mark worked Rylee into a frenzy, her hips bucking wildly against his mouth. The sound of her ragged breathing, the wet slap of his lips against her sensitive flesh, the desperate whimpers spilling from her lips – it was an auditory symphony designed to drive me mad with lust.
“Mark, please,” Rylee begged, her voice strained, “I need…I need…”
He didn’t pause in his ministrations, his tongue working overtime to draw out her pleasure. Rylee’s body began to shudder, her climax rippling through her like a wave, tearing a scream from her lips as she came undone against her dad’s mouth.
As Rylee’s tremors subsided, Mark straightened up, his chest heaving, eyes burning with a primal need. Rylee’s hands went to her hair, attempting to tame the wild tangles, but Mark’s gaze remained fixated on her pussy, the sight of her swollen lips and glistening folds clearly affecting him deeply.
“Rylee,” he panted, “I want you.”
Her eyes widened, a flush creeping up her neck. “But…Dad, we can’t!”
Mark’s response was to yank off his jeans, his cock springing free, already throbbing and leaking with anticipation. Rylee’s gaze dropped, her breath hitching at the sight of his impressive length.
Mark reached out, cupping her face in his hands. “I know it’s unconventional, but I can’t deny this need. I want to claim you, make you mine.”
Rylee’s lips parted, a soft whimper escaping her as she gazed up at her dad, his intense gaze making her knees weak. “I…I trust you, Daddy.”