Lavender/Cormac (breeding kink)
“Yeah? That feels good?” Cormac’s tongue fluttered wetly over her clit, the bud swollen and exposed with the position he had her in. Lavender hugged her arms further under her knees, whimpering prettily for him as he leaned over her, kneeling at the foot of their bed.
“So good, Daddy,” she said, her voice high and sweet, just how he liked it when they played.
The low sound of pleasure tingled over her clit as Cormac closed his lips around it, sucking softly, just like he did on her nipples. She could feel her orgasm building, her body suffused with heat and wetness. He’d made a mess of her already, his spit and her arousal dripping down from her cunt to the bedding. He liked her like that, plush and pink and so wet, he’d slide right in.
He suckled on her clit again then drew back, tongue relaxed and lazy as he brushed just the tip around her bud.
“Oooh,” she moaned. “Ooh please.”
He drew back, thumbs holding her open so he could inspect his work. “Look at that little clit, baby,” he groaned. “So pink. Is it sensitive, honey?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she cooed.
“And here?” He rotated a wrist so he could get his forefinger into play, the thick pad sliding just barely over her entrance. “Is this little cunt ready for Daddy’s cock?”
She whimpered wantonly, his soft touches driving her desire for him higher and higher. She squirmed, trying to get part of him inside her, but he tutted and pulled his finger back, using the damp tip to tap over her clit.
“Needy little cunt,” he chastised. “Just wants to be fucked, hmm? Can’t even wait for cock?”
But despite his words, he began undoing his trousers, not making her wait until he had his cock in his hand and was tapping it over her clit in a mirror of his finger. She mewled.
He hummed, rubbing the head of his cock over her clit. She craned her neck to watch, brain going fuzzy when a bead of precome leaked out from the slit right onto her clit. He coated her with it until they were both glossy, his cock so solid against her she was sure he wouldn’t last a minute inside her.
Her own orgasm was looming hotly, the stimulus against her clit making her hyper-aware of how empty she was where she really needed him.
She liked being full when she came, and he always filled her up so well.
With his cock pressed against her cunt, he leaned up and sucked a nipple into his mouth, groaning and squeezing her other breast in his palm.
“Prettiest tits, baby,” he murmured, licking his way to the other. “Can’t wait until they’re full and leaky.” He sucked right on the tip and she felt her orgasm surge.
“Please, Daddy. Inside, inside.”
He angled his hips, dropping a hand to align his cock and then push inside her. Even with how snug her walls were, he found his place easily, her cunt supple and soaked from his attention and her own sexual appetite.
Being full of cock always made Lavender a little stupid. Her thoughts melted away, leaving only whimpers and keening mewls, imagining how she felt around him, how much he wanted to fill her with his seed.
“Oh baby,” Cormac groaned. “Squeezy already, honey? Daddy’s cock is all you needed for this little cunt to feel good?”
“Daddy’s cum,” Lavender whined, her orgasm right there but waiting patiently. “Need it. Need it.”
His cadence stayed leisurely, what he’d built between them soft and gentle, his words and foreplay enough that they both knew she could come with hardly any stimulation beyond his thick presence inside her and the hot surge of his cum. Her orgasms were always best when she knew her walls were working to encourage his cum deeper.
“Yeah? You want to feel me come? Deep like this? Right where it belongs?” Cormac pressed his cock fully inside her, the tip nudging her cervix in the way that always triggered her orgasm, knowing his cum would fill her how she needed.
“Here you go, baby,” he grit out, lids sliding half-shut as his abs flexed against her tummy. “Here’s your cum.”
Lavender cooed happily as filled her, her walls squeezing around him in orgasmic delight, making him groan and swear above her, his soft persona sliding halfway off in the rush of his pleasure.
“So fucking good,” he grunted, tone low and punched-out. “Tight fucking girl. Take it all, baby. Hold it all. Use it, Mommy. Make me a baby.”
She’d do her best.