Your fingers don’t stop when I cum, instead, they move faster, pulling broken cries from my throat. My back arches helplessly into your touch, the pleasure almost too much, but you don’t relent. Your left arm holds my hips down into the mattress, keeping me pinned beneath you. My cheeks are rosy and streaked with tears as I whine.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” you murmur, your voice deep with satisfaction.
“Mommy’s got you, just let go.”
I try to squirm away, oversensitive and trembling, but you only tighten your hold on my waist, your fingers continuing to work into me, fast and unforgiving,
“Please mommy- too much!!!” I gasp, my voice cracking. You shush me gently, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek.
“You can take it,” you growl, as you press harder, using your thumb to circle my oversensitive bud with cruel precision.
"No, no, I- Mommy!!!" I babble.
“Cum.” And I do. The orgasm hits me so hard my vision blurs, and before I can even process it, your mouth replaces your fingers, pulling out another scream. You groan against me, the vibrations making my thighs clench around your head. Your tongue works me through the oversensitivity as I sob your name. Using your thumb, you rub slow, firm circles into my waist, a contrast from the overwhelming pleasure between my thighs.
“I- I can’t take it!! Too much!” I whimper.
“Just one more for mommy baby, you can do it. Cum for me.”
Unable to resist your words, I cum again, drawn out by your torturous mouth.
When I finally come out the warm haze, you're already pulling me into your lap. You arms holding me close as you place gentle kisses on my forehead. I bury my head deep in your chest, trying to get as close to you as possible.
"You were perfect," you whisper, voice full of pride.
"Such a good girl for me.” I curl against your chest, my safe space. No demands, no worries. Just your love and support.
