Mafia Daddies Between My Thighs

Chapter 58: Chapter FIFTY EIGHT

ANGEL

Kayla was situated between my spread legs, her hair falling forward like a dark curtain around her face.

She stared at the mess Damien had made of me with wide eyes that were hungry, almost fascinated.

”Can I?” she looked at me, her voice thick with need. ”Can I lick you clean? Please, Angel.”

My mind struggled to clear the fog; why was she here? Not Damien. She wanted to taste his cum as it leaked from both my holes.

Part of me knew I should say no. To push her away. I felt violated that she’d touched me without asking first.

But another part of me felt a dark thrill pulse through my core. Damien had warned me not to move, but it wasn’t like I was leaving this study or anything. I was still exactly where he left me.

”Please let me taste you, I’ve been dying to taste you since you first came, and now you look so deliciously covered in cum,” She wet her lips, her eyes clouding with need.

She wanted to worship the mess he’d made of me. She was acknowledging his ownership of my body. And now she wanted to show her devotion to both of us in this twisted, perverse way.

”Yes, you can taste Daddy’s cum from my pussy,” I murmured, the hunger in her gaze made me feel powerful. Like I was granting her a huge favor

I wasn’t calling Damien Master like they did, because I was special.

I’d never thought that I would even share this part of Damien with her, his cum was mine, but since I was so full with it, maybe it wouldn’t be bad to share. Kayla has also been nothing but kind to me since I came here. Letting her taste Damien’s cum from me was her reward. Especially since she wouldn’t be doing it anytime soon.

I spread my legs to give her more access, then I clenched my pussy walls and unclenched, allowing more slippery jizz to sputter out. Gushing out of both holes to form a goo below me.

Kayla’s eyes lit up like I was giving her a gift. She wet her lips with her tongue again, then spread my legs wider, positioning herself more comfortably between them. Her hands were warm on my thighs, fingers pressing into my flesh with gentle insistence.

She lowered her face to my pussy slowly, ”Your pussy is so pretty, so red and swollen. Master must have fucked you so hard,” she murmured, her breath ghosting across my sensitive flesh. ”How many times did he cum inside to get you leaking like this,”

The first full lick of her tongue made me gasp. It was so different from Damien’s brutal touches—so much gentler, slower, almost reverent. She started at the bottom of my cunt, dragging her tongue up through my folds in one long, deliberate stroke that made my toes curl.

Fuck.

I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this. She was only supposed to wipe me clean. Yet...

She licked carefully, thoroughly, catching every drop of cum that dripped from me. Her tongue was soft and wet, lapping at my swollen lips with patient dedication. She circled my entrance, dipped inside to catch more, then traced patterns that made my breath hitch.

”God, you taste incredible,” she moaned against me. ”Like him and you mixed together.”

I could only gasp softly in response when her tongue traced the swollen, abused lips of my pussy, exploring every fold, every crevice. She was taking her time, savoring, not rushing.

Her hands slid up my thighs, her thumbs spreading me wider, exposing me completely to her hungry mouth.

She dipped her tongue inside me deeper this time, and I felt her moan vibrate through my core. She was licking inside me, her tongue curling to reach places that made sparks shoot through my nerve endings.

Then she moved lower, to where even more cum was trickling from my ass. I tensed instinctively, but she made a soothing sound against my skin.

”Relax,” she murmured. ”Let me clean you everywhere.”

She licked there too, her tongue circling the stretched, gaping hole in slow circles. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that I couldn’t stop the louder moan that poured from my lips.

Her tongue was wet, soft, hot, lapping at the puckered flesh with the same dedication she’d shown my pussy. She circled the rim again and again, each pass sending shivers up my spine, before she finally dipped slightly inside.

Sensations fired through my body, I was making endless whimperish sounds now as her tongue explored and tasted everything Damien had left behind.

”You taste like him,” she murmured against my skin, her breath hot and damp. ”Like he’s soaked into every part of you. Like you belong to him completely.”

She wasn’t wrong. I could still feel him everywhere. Inside me. On me. In places that would never be the same again.

Her tongue moved back to my pussy, licking deeper, more confidently.

She thrust her tongue inside me, fucking me with it in rapid strokes that made my hips roll involuntarily. Her nose pressed against my clit with each thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

Her tongue flicked inside of me.

Once.

Twice.

Then, she was fucking me relentlessly again. Her breaths and my moans echoed through the study.

I clenched my lips, not wanting anyone to hear. But she was making me feel too good.

I felt my body responding despite the soreness radiating through my core. My hands moved almost of their own accord to her hair.

My fingers tangled in the soft strands, her tongue left my pussy and found my clit, circling it carefully, testing my reaction.

I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily off the desk. The movement sent fresh pain through my abused body but I didn’t care.

”Does it feel good?” Kayla asked, pulling back just enough to speak. Her lips were wet and shiny with Damien’s cum and my own fluids. ”Am I making you feel good, Angel? Do you like when I suck your clit like this?”

”Yes,” I moaned, nudging her face back down, this time grinding my pussy against her with shameless need.

She went back to her task with renewed enthusiasm, her tongue working my clit in tight circles before sucking it between her lips. The suction made me cry out, my fingers tightening in her hair.

She alternated between sucking my clit and licking it, between gentle flicks and firm pressure, building something inside me that I didn’t think my destroyed body was capable of producing.

Her fingers joined her mouth, sliding through my wetness before two of them pushed inside me. She curved them upward, finding that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids, and stroked it rhythmically while her mouth worked my clit.

My breathing quickened as she worked, her tongue and fingers finding all the places Damien had sensitized, pushing me toward an edge I shouldn’t be able to reach again.

”You’re so wet,” she murmured between licks. ”So swollen. So sweet.”

Her fingers pumped faster, her tongue moved quicker, and I felt myself climbing higher and higher toward something inevitable.

”Come for me,” she whispered against my swollen flesh, her breath hot and urgent. ”Please, Angel. Let me taste you more. Let me feel you come on my tongue.”

And because my body no longer belonged to me, it responded to commands regardless of what I wanted, I did.

The orgasm was different from the ones Damien had forced from me. Gentler. Softer. But no less powerful. It rolled through me like an aftershock, making me pull Kayla’s hair hard enough to make her moan in pleasure.

She licked me through it, her tongue working my clit through every pulse, every clench, swallowing everything, until I collapsed back against the desk completely spent.

When she finally pulled back, her lips were wet and swollen, her eyes glazed with dark satisfaction. Her chin was slick with my arousal, glistening in the dim light.

She rose slowly from between my legs, crawling up my body until her face was level with mine. I could smell myself on her, could see the evidence of what she’d done shining on her lips and chin.

Then she leaned down, and I didn’t stop her.

She kissed me.

Her lips were soft against mine, so different from Damien’s demanding possession.

I tasted myself on her tongue. Tasted Damien’s cum mixed with my own arousal. The combination made something hot coil in my belly.

She deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth even as her hand came up to cup my face.

The kiss grew hungrier, more insistent. She was claiming my mouth the way she’d claimed my pussy, thorough and devoted.

I found myself kissing her back, my hands coming up to tangle in her hair. Not pushing her away but pulling her closer, needing this softness after Damien’s brutality.

She moaned into my mouth, her tongue stroked against mine in long, sensual slides that made my toes curl.

When she finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard. A thin strand of saliva connected our lips for a moment before breaking.

”You made it too easy, Angel. Such a shame, and I really enjoyed you,” she said softly, almost apologetically.

I stared at her in confusion, not understanding what she meant.

That was until I saw the dark shadow in the doorway.