Chapter three

***LOUISIANA'S POV***

His large hands suddenly lifted me off the floor and set me down on the sink.

My heart raced as his fingers slid beneath my dress, gathering the fabric around my waist without a moment's hesitation.

"Wow! You look like you taste like heaven," he remarked.

He then pulled the dress over my head, his intense sea-blue eyes locking onto my breasts.

Years ago, when I was sixteen, Troy had taken me to a tattoo shop where I had inked the words "Suck me, I'm milky" on my left breast.

Now, with his gaze fixed on that phrase, I felt a mix of arousal and shame wash over me.

"I... I..." I wanted to say something, but the words failed to escaped my mouth.

"Those are some powerful words," he said with a smirk.

Before I could even respond to him his hand settled on my tiny boobs pressing softly.

Unable hold my pleasure I let out a moan

"Shit" I moaned as his fingers pressed my hard and erect nipples.

He leaned in closer to my chest, and soon his tongue found my nipples as he began to suck and lick them like a baby. 

He focused on one while gently rubbing the other, then switched between them, alternating his attention. 

This only caused my pussy walls to tighten, sending waves of pleasure through me like a hurricane.

"Oh yes daddy... Suck me like that" I moaned louder.

I found my hands running through his hair then, I felt it.

I was going to climax! Climax for the first time from just being sucked. 

I tightened my hold on his head and wrapped my legs around him. However, he pushed my legs apart and positioned himself between my thighs, his tongue continuously exploring my breasts.

"Oh no daddy I want to cum" I said breathing heavily .

"You don't decide that." He said in between the sucking.

He pulled his face away from my chest. "I do," he said in a commanding yet alluring tone. 

His hand quickly moved to my pussy. 

"Fuck," I exclaimed as a wave of pleasure surged through me when his hands touched my damp lace panties.

"Fuck" he cursed, looking at my pant-clad pussy. 

"You're completely soaked," he said, gently rubbing my cheeks.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm wet... Wet for you to fuck me!" I moaned without any shame. 

With a smooth motion, he slid his long middle finger inside me. 

I threw my head back in ecstasy, my toes curling with each thrust. 

"Look into my eyes while I pleasure you. Don't break our gaze, and I want to hear you moan loudly in my ear. Do you understand?" 

I nodded, lost in the moment, too aroused and captivated to respond. 

"I want to hear you, baby girl!" he urged. 

"Yes!... Ahhh," I replied. 

His hand explored my breasts, pressing firmly against them.

"Fuck you're turning me on. Your pussy is so damn tight and squeezing my finger right now" he groaned.

"Oh daddy please fuck me harder... Fill my pussy with your long fingers" I found myself shamelessly moaning eargerly for a cock I didn't even know.

He quickened his rhythm, pushing deeper and with more intensity. Waves of pleasure coursed through me, making me squirm.

"Your pussy feels incredible," he groaned with satisfaction. My small hand clutched the sink as his fingers worked magic on my body. 

Suddenly a tight knot formed in my lower abdomen, and I realized I was on the brink of climax, unable to hold it back this time.

"I'm gonna cum, Daddy," I said, feeling my orgasm building intensely.

His hand moved from my breast to gently caress my cheek, while his other hand worked its magic on my thigh.

"Daddy please... Please let me cum" I pleaded. 

He stayed quiet, his eyes filled with nothing but desire.

"Ahh yes, keep violating this pussy... I love it," I said, feeling my body respond eagerly. Just looking at him intensified the fire within me.

"Yes, I love your pussy... Cum, baby girl, cum for me," he groaned.

His words were like a melody, urging me forward and pushing me toward my peak.

My toes curled and my eyes rolled back as I felt myself release.

"Yesssss!" I shouted, trembling, his hand resting on my thighs to keep me steady against the sink. I lay there, catching my breath, and noticed his head nestled between my thighs. 

"Yes," I moaned again as his tongue explored, savoring every drop that leaked from my cunt.

"Do you go to parties often?" he asked once he finished licking me clean.

"No, I'm here because a friend brought me," I replied.

"Then how will I see you again?" he inquired, and I shrugged.

"Do you want to see me again?" I asked him.

"Yes, I want to explore you, and I know you want to explore me too," he replied, stirring desire within me once more.  

His words were provocative, and the things he made me say were undeniably wrong, yet they felt completely right.  

"Well, I do," I admitted.  

"So, where will it be? Somewhere away from all of this?" he inquired

"I wouldn't want you to see my true self, and I'm sure you wouldn't want me to see yours either, especially since there's a chance I could become friends with your wife," I stated.  

"How did you know I was...?" He glanced at the ring on his finger.  

It was amusing that I only just noticed the ring he wore.  

"Do you live here?"

I smiled before responding.  

"Sometimes!" he chuckled.  

"What does 'sometimes' mean?" he asked, his fingers lightly tracing my thighs.  

"Well, it means that I'm here occasionally," I said, brushing my lips against his.  

"Sometimes I'm here," I continued, placing my hands on his firm member, then leaning back.  

"And sometimes I'm not here at all."  

"You’re such a tease. So how long will you be here?" he asked, guiding my hand to his cock.  

"A few months," I replied, and he smiled at my answer.  

"I can work with that. That means the next time, I'll recognize you by this tattoo," he said.  

"I'll also recognize you by your tattoo of a knot. But I must say, there's no knot I can't untie," I replied.  

He lifted me up, helped me back into my dress, and then turned me around.  

"I'll also remember you by this," he said, untying the knot of my mask.  

I kept my head down to avoid revealing my face.  

"Here," he said, tying his mask around mine before turning me back.  

He wore my mask while I wore his.  

"Every time you see this mask, think of my hands inside you until we meet again," he whispered before leaving me there.  

I hurried out to find Troy, who was now dancing on top of an older man. I gathered my things.  

He was having a great time, and I had my share of fun in the bathroom too, so I quietly slipped out of the party.  

As I snuck back into the house, the sounds of moans and screams echoed in my mind.  

I placed the mask in my drawer and sank into my bed.  

Never had I felt so beautifully and satisfyingly used in my life.  

I smiled to myself, reflecting on how wonderfully I had just been used.