“Will you let me, Darling?” His voice is soft, gentle, just like his fingers as he spreads my cheeks and dips his finger down further into my center, running the moisture back up across my ass.

“I want to fuck this tight ass,” he enters a finger inside me, and I start to scream so he lowers my face to the mattress, covering my mouth and making me yell into the pillow. “Do you want me to stop?” I think about it for a moment but don’t answer. “Just tell me, Wendy, and I’ll stop.”

To my surprise, I shake my head no. He groans as he pushes his finger in further. I gasp, the sound muffled by the pillow, and stop breathing. His body leaves mine, but he keeps his finger in place. I’m about to move when I feel him spread my thighs, lift me up gently to my knees. His mouth finds my pussy a second later and he licks me upwards, pulling out his finger as his tongue runs along my ass. I suck in a breath quickly.

“God, I can’t stay out of your pussy,” he groans, sticking a finger in my center and curling it, twisting it as he runs it in and out of my sensitive flesh. “It’s my new addiction.”

He adds another finger, and my fists clench the sheets tightly.

“God, Darling. I know you can’t take anymore, but please,” he begs. “Cum for me?”

My legs part on instinct, unable to deny him.

He leans down and whispers into my ear, “No, Wendy, I’m not going to fuck you.”

A part of me is happy with his statement, but another part of me feels a void I never thought I would.

“I just want to make you cum.” I feel my walls tighten at the words. He feels it too and sucks in a shaky breath. “Naughty Wendy, you like it when I make you cum, is that right, Darling?”

I grip the sheets tighter, his fingers fuck me harder, my hips rock instinctively to meet his thrusts and I scream again into the pillow.

“Fuck… Wendy, you’re so wet it’s dripping down my hand. So wet I can hear how much you need me. How will I ever get enough of this pussy?” he groans. “I want your pussy for breakfast,” he backs away, replacing his fingers with his tongue. I cry out into the sheets as his fingers circle my clit, faster and faster, his mouth devouring me like a fiend. “Lunch,” he groans, as I hear him reluctantly take a breath. “Spread your legs wider for me, Darling,” I do as he says, and feel the void of him for only a moment before he slides under my legs. “And dinner.” Sticking his fingers back inside me, he pulls me towards him and whispers, “Now ride my face, Darling, and give me what I’ll never stop craving.”