Dylan stood transfixed at the door, not a single word coming out of his mouth. He was utterly stunned that he couldn't even move an inch from where he stood.

What he saw was the least expected.

Daddy's little kitten, pleasuring herself with her own fingers.

Although he had always struggled with guilt over his feelings for her, he wouldn't deny that they still lingered deep within him. And now that he'd finally tried to get rid of thoughts about her by staying far away in Mexico, he came right back in a trap of his own making, or perhaps fate’s design.

She looked so pretty, prettier than he had last seen her.

Her sleek dark hair accentuated her face with a radiant glow, but what caught his attention mostly was her buried fingers in her wet cunt.

That single sight turned him on. He could feel himself getting hard, but he tried to remain calm.

Withdrawing her fingers, she tried to stand, but the word, ‘WAIT’ rolled out of Dylan's mouth before he could stop them.

“I'm… I'm really sorry. I shouldn't be doing this,” Brittany apologised, her face flushing from embarrassment.

Dylan closed the door and approached her, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of desire and concern.

As he approached her, she nervously tucked a strand of her hair behind, avoiding his gaze..

Shutting her eyes closed, she nibbled her lower lips, the air mixed with the scent of Dylan’s cologne and her arousal.

“Please…” she whispered when she finally locked eyes with Dylan .

“What you just saw–” She paused and bit her lips. “It.. it isn't what it is. Just pretend like this never happened.”

She was about to get on her feet when Dylan pushed her gently to the chair with a firm grip. He could see it. The guilt and embarrassment in her eyes, but there was something more.. something more sensual–the desire to satisfy herself.

“I should — go..” she mumbled, struggling to bear the thought of him witnessing her like this.

Dylan held her wrist, his eyes trailed up her wet cunt to her face. He knew she desired to be satisfied.

“What happened to you?” He asked, his voice gentle yet firm.

Shaking her head, she mumbled, her voice filled with pleas.. “I - I don't know. I - I just…”

“Do you need my help?” Dylan asked without a second thought.

“Yes - no!” The word slipped out of her mouth and then she paused, searching his face for any signs of sincerity, her eyes locked on his with a mix of hope and weariness.

This would be the first time a guy would see her in this state. Not just anyone, but the one person she's harboured a forbidden crush on.

Brittany was a virgin and although she often satisfied her sensual urges with her fingers, she still doesn't find fulfilment, a lingering emptiness leaves her searching for more, a sensing of longing that persists.

She's never been on dates. Has no boyfriend or whatsoever.

“Look, I'm willing to help you relieve yourself.” Dylan's voice cut through the thick silence, filled with unwavering certainty.

“Are - are you sure you want to do this?” She stuttered out the question, her words hesitant, as Dylan nodded in agreement..

Exhaling deeply, she let the word slip softly from her lips, “Okay,”

As Dylan reached for her top button, she trembled, watching him undo them.

He slid his fingers in and groped her tits while her tensed muscles relaxed.

As he gave it a gentle squeeze, she moaned softly as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

“Fuck!” Dylan moaned when he felt her hard nipple. He brushed and rolled his finger over it, sending a spark of sensation within her.

The sight of her firm, round tit delighted him.

It was so soft and perky, and he wished he could flip her over and bury his face in them.

As he pinched her nipples, a moan escaped her lips.

“Oh, fuck..” she whispered as he rolled his thumb over it, sending a spark of pleasure through her.

He loved it.. those dirty words that slipped out of her lips along with her innocent doe eyes. They were like fire that fueled his arousal, but he made an effort to stay composed.

As he glanced at her beautiful entrance, hd looked up at her and admitted, “You're so fucking wet, kitten.”

She purred when he gave her a light slap on her p**y.

“You like it, don't you?” He asked as he leaned in closer, giving her just another slap.

The gentle strike sent a jolt of electricity through her, and her voice dropped to a sensual whisper. “Yes, yes,”

As he slapped her writhing pussy once more, he asked, “Louder? You like it, don't you?”

“Yes, daddy. Yes,” she replied, her breath coming out in short bursts.

“Good..” Dylan smirked and then he plucked his fingers in and brushed her clit, watching her body shiver.

“You love being a good girl, don't you?” Dylan chuckled.

“Mommy’s good girl…” He added with a smirk and that was when those memories came flooding.

That was the name he often used on her and she'd admit that she doesn't like being called that. She could recall how her mom had told him of her plans to make her a chaplain, and he had always thought she would walk in that path, but now she was eager, eager to show him otherwise.

She wouldn't live by her mom's dictate.

She wasn't any mommy's good girl. She wants to be untamed, embracing her fierce side.

“You love being called that, don't you?” Dylan asked, but she didn't respond.

“Don't you?....”

“No!” Brittany replied, her tone firm. Dylan raised a brow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

He loved her fierce response, and he loved the fact that she differed from what her mom envisioned. He loved the fact that she was fiery, independent and unafraid to speak her mind.

After all, she's nineteen and at an age where her own decisions should matter most.

The next thing that happened left Dylan stunned.

Brittany sat upright and slid her hands around his neck. With a smirk on her face, she pressed her lips against the crook of his neck, darting her tongue to taste that damned Adam apple that teased the hell out of her.

Her breath lingered on his skin as she gave him a soft sensual caress, her fingers sending jolts of electricity through him.

A sense of intense arousal coursed through Dylan as she stuck her tongue into his earlobe.

His d**k rocked hard, and there was a huge bulge in his pants.

It took a lot of self control for him to restrain himself from bending her over and fucking her so hard.

Damn. She's an innocent slut.

Brittany grazed his neck with her nose to sniff him, her fingers buried in his spiky hair.

Once she finally locked eyes with him, she whispered, “I'm not mommy's good girl….. I'm a REBEL”

Dylan let out a low growl as his lips met hers in a passionate kiss, his hands kneading and fondling her breasts, plucking at her nipples through her shirt.

Like a damned wanton, she arched and melted into his kisses, panting and wishing he could rip her shirt apart and cover her aching nipples with his mouth. That sinfully skilful mouth..

“Fuck!” He spat once they had broken the kiss, his eyes burning with intense arousal.

As he traced her curves with his fingers, he admitted, “You're one bad slut, Brit. Daddy's little slut..”

He hummed, capturing her lips once again, their tongues intertwined, dancing in a sensual rhythm that left him breathless and wanting more.

Gripping her thighs, he pulled her towards him, his bulge poking her entrance. Brittany’s back arched as she moved herself against him, wanting to feel him, wishing he could release that rod and bury it deep inside her.

Dylan's face remained poised over her, panting.

Her allure, freshness, and irresistible charm captivated him. It took immense self-control to restrain his primal instincts, fearing he might overwhelm her with his intensity.

If he was to take her, he wouldn't be gentle because he was consumed by a passion that left little room for tenderness.

“I love it when you call me that..” Brittany whispered in his ears

Dylan let out a low growl as he plucked two of his fingers in her p**y once again.

He thrusted his fingers inside, hitting a spot that made her see stars. Rolling his finger slowly around her clit, she gripped his hair tightly, her body thrashing against him.

She was riding, riding on his fingers, and he loved it.

“I…. I want to cum,” Brittany said amidst moans..

“Yes, cum on me. Cum on my fingers,” Dylan challenged, his eyes dancing with amusement.

The lewd sound of her wetness filled the air and the room. Her body shark with pent desire.

Dylan’s fingers flicked against her clit and Brittany shuddered at the intense pleasure, rocking her hips against his palm to create friction against her clit.

He pinched the bundle of flesh at the top of her mound, with his other finger exploring her p**y.

With a scream, Brittany began to cum all over his fingers. She exhaled in satisfaction when she was done, their eyes locked on each other with a heavy silence lingering in the air.

The crunch of gravel under tires from a pulling-up car shattered the stillness, and her phone’s shrill ring from the sofa cut through the air.

She felt a shiver run down her spine as she sensed her mom's return.

Her eyes went wide and her thoughts rearranged themselves like a damned puzzle when she realised what they had done.

Oh no.

Brittany stared at Dylan, her mind reeling from what had transpired between them. It was as if the air in the room had changed, and she could sense her mom's presence without seeing her

“I - I think my mom is back,” She whispered as she informed Dylan, her heart pounding crazily against her ribcage.

Dylan nodded, taking a step back.

He got on his feet and adjusted his shirt before settling on the sofa, an awkward silence hanging heavily in the air.

As she gripped her ringing phone, she caught Dylan's eye, and for a moment, they just looked at each other. Brittany's face felt hot, and she quickly looked away, trying to break the tension.

She turned her head slightly as she looked at the window, her ears perked up. The car door’s loud thud could be heard outside, followed by the sound of footsteps.

The room seemed to shrink, the silence between her mom's footsteps and her entry into the room feeling like an eternity.

Brittany's anxiety grew with each passing second, her palms growing sweaty.

The door opened, revealing her mom's stern face. Brittany tried to gauge her mood, but her expression gave away nothing.

She forced a smile.

“Hey, Mom," Brittany said finally, trying to sound casual. "Welcome back.”

Itching her nape, she added, “Urm.. Uncle Dylan just got here. It's like you two planned your arrivals..” she lied, trying to keep a calm demeanor.

Nichole's lips curled into a firm smile as her eyes locked with Dylan. Smiling, he got on his feet and embraced her warmly.

“Oh, my, it's been such a long time. How was your trip from Mexico? Everything went smoothly?”

“The trip was fine. Thanks for asking..”

Nichole nodded sympathetically, her eyes glinting with delight. “You're welcome to stay with us for as long as you need to get settled. So, tell me more about your time in Mexico. I heard you returned because you have some projects you need to handle here..”

Dylan bit his lower lips as he tried to explain the situation to her in a way she wouldn't seem judgemental. The truth was, he owned a sex club both in Mexico and in the States and had only returned to monitor the progress of his club in the US.

He knows how Nichole can be judgemental, so he carefully chose his words, trying to downplay the club aspect or focus on the business side to avoid triggering her concerns.

Clearing his throat, he replied, “Well. I’m just visiting some friends back home plus, we wanted to discuss some potential business partnership.”

Nichole hesitated, and then nodded. He could tell that she was still skeptical, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied his expression.

Turning to Brittany, she said, “Why not bring some snacks for your uncle, Britt?”

Brittany swallowed the huge lump in her throat as her gaze drifted towards Dylan . Nodding, she ambled towards the kitchen and got the snacks she had prepared.

“Goddamn! - I can't believe we - we did that..” Her voice dropped to a whisper, her face flushed from embarrassment.

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and bit her lips so hard.

As she cranked the faucet handle, she cupped her hand beneath the gentle steam of water flowing out, feeling the cool liquid pour over her skin…

After splashing the water to her face, she stared at her reflection in the kitchen window, her face etched with guilt.

She could feel Dylan's eyes everywhere, and she could feel him at every corner of her mind.

Gosh!

“Stay calm, Britt. Try not to get flustered. Act normal.” She said to herself, trying hard to calm her racing thoughts.

Holding the tray of snacks, she returned to the sitting room where her mom's laughter filled the air, momentarily easing Brittany's tension as she wondered if her mom had any idea what had just transpired.

As Brittany dropped the tray of cookies and sandwiches, Dylan 's eyes sized her up, leaving her cheeks flushed with a mix of guilt and anxiety.

The way he looked at her. Those sexy, lustful eyes of his. She felt naked under his heated gaze, his eyes felt like it was suggesting that he wanted to clear the entire table and eat her instead.

The thought of that made her core wet, her juices slipping in between her thighs.

As he tore his gaze from her, she took in the sexy breadth of his shoulders and the way the vein on his hands bulged when he poured wine in his glass.

Neither of them spoke with their mouths, but they talked a lot with their eyes.

And the strange attraction that she felt toward him made her wary.

It was wrong, and she knew that.

Even if he was adopted, he was still her uncle.

But she couldn't deny the sexual pull that lingered.

Nichole cleared her throat, gaining their attention.

Brittany felt awkward as she took a step back.

She wondered if her mom had noticed the tension between her and Dylan .

Nichole beamed with pride, her eyes locked on Dylan . "I have some exciting news to share. Brittany's been accepted to Notre Dame!”

There was a pause and then, Dylan's face lit up with a forced smile as he faced Brittany, whose expression was unreadable. "That's amazing, Brittany! Congratulations!"

Brittany smiled weakly, still avoiding his gaze. "Thanks."

Dylan turned to Nichole. "Notre Dame… Isn't that in Indiana? When is she going? This fall, right?”

“Yes. In fact, she'll be leaving next week so she can get settled on campus, attend orientation, and start getting familiar with the university before classes begin.” Nicole replied enthusiastically while Dylan caught a sight of Brittany giving her an eye roll, her face etched with frustration.

He could tell that she wasn't happy with the prospect of attending Notre Dame.

Dylan broke the silence with a suggestion. “Urm. My friends live in Indiana and I'll be going there next week. If you don't mind, I'd love to drop her off to save costs.”

Nichole hesitated, unsure. "Oh, Dylan , I don't know... That's a long drive."

Dylan spoke in a calm tone as he reassured her. "It's no trouble, really. I'd be happy to help."

Nichole eventually agreed. "Well, if you're sure... That would be a big help."

Dylan smiled. "Great, it's settled then." His eyes met Brittany's, and she felt a flutter in her chest.

****************

The drive to Indiana was heavy with silence and the weight of her mom's warning.

The quiet ride was a mix of sadness, pride, and anticipation as they made their way to a new chapter in Brittany's life. They filled the trunk with luggage, all packed for Brittany’s new adventure at Notre Dame.

Dylan gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He lowered the volume of the radio, took a deep breath, and broke the silence with a question.

“Is everything okay, Brittany? You've been quiet since morning. Care to tell me?” He asked, his voice full of concern.

Brittany's gaze drifted towards the windshield, staring at the passing landscape.

Sighing, she replied, “Just a little overwhelmed, I guess,” She mumbled, her voice above a whisper

And then she turned to face him, her voice firm. “I don't know, Dylan . I just don't feel right about this.”

Dylan swerved the car to a different path and stepped on the gas pedal. “You’ve been accepted Brittany. You're prepared for this. What is going on?”

Brittany creased her brows, her frustration evident. Pushing a strand of her hair behind her ears, she whined, “I dunno. I'm just…. It's just.. Notre Dame. It's so catholic. I don't know if I can fit in.”

Dylan's expression softened, “But you're going to get a great education there..”

Brittany shook her head and sighed once again. “That's not the point. The point is.. I don't wanna be surrounded by all that religiosity, it feels….. suffocating.”

Dylan nodded thoughtfully, his eyes filled with understanding. “Maybe it will be different than you think. Who knows, you might find a community that works for you.”

As Dylan parked the car, Brittany's eyes held a mix of emotions. She hesitated before unbuckling her belt.

“But.. I - I don't want this. I can never fit in.”

Dylan held her cheek, and stared into her eyes, “I know you can do this, Brittany. And about what we discussed the other time..”

He paused before admitting. “it's - it's not possible, Brittany.”

“Why?” Brittany croaked out, her face etched with disappointment.

“I know I live close to the school, but your mom has no clue about it. I know you're thinking about staying with me instead of on-campus but I don't think that's a good idea.”

“Just tell me. Why isn't it possible?” Brittany asked. “I could stay with you and—”

Dylan cut her off, “Britt, I care about you but living together…. It's not safe for you. For us. You need to focus on your studies and your life. I mean, I don't wanna be a distraction. If your mom gets to find out about your plans, you know what she's capable of. Plus, you don't know much about me…”

Brittany swallowed the lump in her throat, pushing back the tears that threatened to fall.

“Are you saying this because you think I can't live with you? That I'm still mommy's good girl who can't make her own decisions?”

Dylan's face softened as he tried to convey that wasn't what he meant. “That’s not it, Brittany. It has nothing to do with your mom or being a ‘good girl.’ it's about us, and the situation we're in. You know it's kinda complicated.”

“Complicated? You mean because of what people might think? Or because mom wouldn't approve?”

Dylan's grip tightened on the steering wheel, unable to respond.

Gulping down the lump in his throat, he finally said, “Both, Brit. I - I don't wanna put you in a situation where you'll feel trapped or obliged to me.”

Brittany nodded as her face fell, understanding dawning on her.

Alighting from the car, she whispered sadly, “Thanks for the ride.”

After taking her luggages from the car, she left in silence while Dylan shoved his fingers into his hair, a deep sigh escaping his lips.

As Brittany made her way to the campus, she saw a young professor who tried to speak to her, but she ignored him, feeling hurt, misunderstood and frustrated at Dylan's refusal.

Brittany reluctantly settled for on-campus housing since her mom had already paid for it, and she didn't want to waste the money.

She engaged in orientation, school activities and also familiarized with some students, but her mind still drifted towards Dylan.

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A few weeks into the semester, Brittany was determined to see Dylan .

Alighting from the cab, she clutched her bag tightly as she stood in front of his mansion.

He has no clue she was coming over. Although she was aware, he had his house close to the university, he never mentioned which specific house it was.

She was able to get the address of his house after seeking a peek at his document when they were together.

Brittany gawked as she stared at his huge mansion which stood behind iron gates. Sprawling lawns spread around it and its immaculate walls screamed wealth. As she walked in, she clutched her bag tightly, her gaze flying around with a hint of amusement.

“Uncle Dylan?” She called as she walked up the stairs, her voice bouncing off the walls.

The entire place seems empty. Like he wasn't at home.

“Dylan!” she called once more. Stopping at the front of his room, she wrapped her fingers around the doorknob and pushed it open.

He wasn't in his room either.

Her eyes traced every corner as she trailed her fingers along every surface.

Ambling towards his closet, she opened it and was shocked to see series of sex objects and torture devices.

Curious, she reached for the leather paddle, violet wand, and silk blindfold. Dropping them down, she looked up and her gaze landed on a pair of handcuffs.

As she slid her hand into one of it, it locked, leaving her handcuffed to the metal railing, leaving her surprised.

“What the hell!” She mumbled, trying to free herself. With a metallic click, the second cuff locked around her other wrist, securing her to the railing and leaving her entirely trapped.

“Holy fuck!” She whispered, eyes going wide.

“Argh!” A groan escaped her lips, and she winced in discomfort as she tried slipping her hand out of the cuff.

Next, the sound of footsteps.

Gasping, she turned in the direction and was shocked to see Dylan leaning against the wall with a white towel wrapped around his waist.

He looked at her from head to toe with a smirk on his face, completely amused.

“Well…. What can I say?—-”

“—This is an interesting predicament.”

As he took a few steps towards her, she could feel her chest constrict.

Brushing his fingers against her skin, he whispered, “What are you doing here, Little kitten? Didn't I warn you to stay away?”

Brittany turned to look at him, her muscles relaxed as his body came in contact with her. “I - I want you,” the words slipped out of her mouth, her eyes filled with longing.

Dylan smirked as he took in her features. Sliding his finger through a strand of her hair, he sniffed it and clicked his tongue, a smirk appearing on his face.

And then he grazed her neck with his nose, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

Dylan slid his hands down her waist and thighs. She was in a top and shorts which exposed her gorgeous thigh. As he spun her around to face him, he caressed her cheeks, his eyes locked onto hers, a mix of surprise and intrigue in them.

“You said you want me. Is that so?” He whispered, his deep voice low and smooth.

She nodded, her eyes sparkling with desire. His smirk deepened, and he spoke in a low tone. “You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, kitten.”

Her eyes fluttered closed and then snapped open as he slid his fingers along her neck.

“I want you, Dylan. I care less about what I'm getting into,” Brittany whispered, her voice filled with lust.

Dylan's lips twitched into a mischievous smile, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“Good,” He said, his voice low and husky as he teased her earlobes.

“Because you're not getting out.” With that statement, he crashed his lips against hers while their body grinded, the friction between them building tension.

Each touch sent something primal, something dark with arousal lingering in the air, their movements a dance of desire and need.

Brittany's hand remained trapped in the handcuffs while her lips remained captured in that of Dylan's. He let out a low grumble as he fondled her body, his touch sending a spark of electricity through her.

Breaking the kiss, he whispered, sliding a finger down her ear. “What do you want daddy to do to you?”

Brittany's lips parted, her p**y throbbing as his touch sent a sensual sensation within her.

“I want you to f**k me,” she said, her voice filled with pleas.

“Are you sure about this, Brit? There's no going back!”

“I'm not asking to go back,” Her voice was full of confidence as she spoke.

“I'm ready to go further,” she challenged him, her voice laced with lust.

Dylan tongue trailed her ears down to her neck and she let out a moan. “You're gonna regret this decision you made, kitten. You're playing with fire and it's gonna consume you.

"I'd burn just to see the flames," she whispered, her eyes locked on his, daring him to ignite the spark.

Dylan growled as he slammed his lips against hers, their tongues tangled as they exchanged salivas, their passion igniting like a wildfire.

“You've tested the devil himself, and you'll burn for it.” He spoke as he unzipped her shorts and pulled them down. Taking down her panties, he sniffed it and whispered, “You smell so good, kitten.”

Putting it aside, she arched her back and exposed her wet cunt in front of him.

The sight of it made Dylan hard, and he plucked his fingers, rubbing and thrusting.

He tore her top and unsnapped her bra before burying his face in her plump tits.

“Fuck!” He whispered as he began sucking and rolling his tongue around her hard nipples.

“You're so fucking hard and wet for me, little kitten..” He mumbled as he nibbled her nipple, while she moaned, her hands still trapped in the cuffs.

“Oh my,” she mumbled, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as he began sucking and fondling her tits.

Cupping her soft tits, he kneaded it with his large palms.

“Your tits are gorgeous. I'd love to cum over them, kitten.”

As Brittany's moans rendered in the air, he took her panties and stuffed it in her mouth.

His eyes danced with amusement as his gaze drifted towards her glistening p**y once more.

As he ran his fingers over her slit, he gathered the moisture and dragged it over her clit.

Plucking his fingers in, he began thrusting. Her back arched, but her moans were muffled by the panties in her mouth.

Spreading her legs, he plucked another finger in and circled her clit, driving her to climax.

“Argh!” she moaned, her back arching.

As he thrusted once more, a slurp sound escaped, mingling with their ragged breaths.

“You’ve crossed a line, kitten, and now you'll face the darkness you've awakened.” He whispered in her ears, his voice dark, rich and husky as it tinged with a warning.

“Oh, fuck..” Brittany cussed as he pushed one long finger in. Her p**y clenched, and she squirted as he rolled his fingers around her clit, hitting every part of her G-spot.

He twisted his fingers and then pulled them out before holding them up to her face.

It was coated and shiny with her wetness.

“Open your mouth, kitten, and have a taste of yourself.” Dylan spoke as he slid his fingers in while she licked every inch of her wetness.

“Good girl,” He whispered and then gripped her neck before smashing his lips against hers once more in a possessive claim.

His broad chest brushed against her hard nipples.

Her p**y writhed as he plucked his fingers in, drawing circles around it..

“Hmmm.” A moan escaped her lips as he pinched her clit.

Her p**y throbbed around his fingers and Brittany began riding as he thrusted deeper.

“I want you to cum on me, kitten,” Dylan whispered as the pace of his thrust increased. Twisting his fingers, he circled her clit, pinching, rubbing, and pumping.

“Fuck! Please, daddy,” Brittany moaned as he hit a spot that made her see stars.

“Yes, kitten,” Dylan grunted. “Cum for me, I want you to cum for daddy,” He spoke in a dark tone which tinged with amusement.

The pleasure rushed through Brittany like a flood and she threw her head back as she rolled her eyes.

“Yes, daddy. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum for you…” she moaned, her ragged breaths filling the air as she began to cum on his fingers.

“Fuck.” Dylan whispered as she cum once again, going into orgasm.

As he released her hands from the handcuffs, she stared at the bulge in his groin area beneath the towel.

Going on her knees, she took off his towel and darted her tongues around her lower lips hungrily, her eyes sparkling with intrigue.

“I want to suck you, daddy,” she whispered as she wrapped her hands around his thick heavy length, which was loaded with veins.

His c**k jerked in her hands and Dylan moaned as her cold touch sent a jolt of electricity through him.

“Fuck!” He cussed as she licked the tip with her tongue and ran her tongue down the length.

Fisting his hand into her hair, he gently guided her head backwards and shoved his c**k into her mouth. The warmth of it sent a shiver down Dylan's spine.

“Fuck.. you're one good slut, Brit,” He grunted, his hips thrusting into her mouth till her lips are finally wrapped around his huge length.

Saliva ran down her jaw as she began sucking him, her eyes starting to water.

His c**k stretched her lips to the max. And even as it reached the back of her throat, a few inches of his length were still outside

Raising his foot, he pressed it firmly against her wet p**y.

He began to move his feet while she continued sucking and moaning at once.

As she ground against his foot, he thrusted in her mouth, their moans rendering the air with pleasure shooting all over their skin like flashes of electricity.

As his thrust continued, she reached up for his balls and rubbed her fingers around it.

Dylan dragged his lower lip with his teeth as a moan rumbled from his chest.

“F**k!” He shot out. “I'm going to cum in that skilful mouth of yours, kitten.”

He said in a guttural growl as he kept pounding and thrusting in her mouth. After a few minutes, Brittany felt the hot splash of his c**m in her mouth. As she choked, he pulled her head backwards and held her in place, making sure her mouth was full of his hot seed.

“You're so sweet…”

As he flipped Brittany around, he pinned her to the bed, his lips trailing gentle kisses on her skin as he knelt behind her.

Taking a blindfold, he tied it around her eyes and cuffed her hands.

“I told you, didn't I?” He whispered, planting kisses on her nape.

“Whoever dares the devil must be prepared for the flames.” With that, he gripped her thighs and Brittany stifled a gasp when she felt his huge c**k at her entrance.