Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Merrick
The world is her stage and in the matter of an hour, she’s become my obsession. This girl I saw spinning and twirling has filled every empty crevice inside of me.
Watching her move to the music of nature; to the birdsong, the chirruping grasshoppers, the creak of branches and whatever melody plays inside her head, is infinitely more beautiful than what I saw at the fairgrounds earlier.
She’s one with the breeze and the waves of the water behind her. The lake and rocky cliff are her stage, and waves of heat course through me as I watch.
Her gauzy top and skirt catch the sun, revealing her thin silhouette beneath, and my cock twitches. The slight swell of her breasts and taut nipples are enticingly visible, and it makes my balls heavy like I’ve been saving a lifetime of what they hold just for her.
Something I’ve never considered before. I want to bend her over and rut into her like a caveman finding his mate. My cock, thrusting into her womb, leaving her full of my sticky warmth as we fuck here on the edge of the water like no one will ever find us.
And if I had my way, they wouldn’t.
She spins and dips down, tracing her fingers over the edge of the water and kicking up her back leg like a prima ballerina.
High enough I see the splash of red fabric between her legs and I swear, or maybe it’s just wishful thinking but…
there’s a darker, round spot where her body is telling me she wants the same thing I do.
Her eyes are closed as I walk and take a seat on the pine timber that’s long served as a bench on the property. My father and I carved out the center when I was nine or ten and the wood is smooth with decades of use.
I lean back, stretching one arm over the back of the wood as I watch, my other hand resting on my thigh as her arms crest above her head and her body bends and sways like a willow in the breeze.
She is nature. She is perfection. Just as the birds and the waterfall behind.
This girl could pull sin from Jesus.
I bring my hand to adjust the painful angle of my hard cock in my pants and I imagine what she would feel like as I press inside of her. The walls of her innocent cunt fighting me off then relenting when I finally demand entry.
Daddy.
Fuck, when she said that word, it felt like the world spun beneath me. Just the memory has my entire body hardening and I grip my dick through the fabric.
Is this right, Daddy?
Yes, my little sprite. Stroke Daddy, just like that…
What am I doing? Her voice is on permanent repeat in my head while she gives me my own private dance, out here in the woods where no one can find us. My cock seeps cum and I know it’s going to leave a dark spot on my beige trousers, but I don’t give a fuck.
I need this girl. Every part of me is begging for her, the ache is almost unbearable as she splashes her toes at the edge of the water, the bottom of her skirt drenched with every sway of her hips and arch of her back.
It was instinct when I took her hand, touched her back, put the socks on her sweet feet. My aversion to touch is non-existent with this magical creature and I now believe that maybe there are mystical, magical woman that cast spells on lonely men…
I want to hear her call me Daddy while she’s in the throws of an orgasm that I give her.
I want to feel her legs wrapped around me while she clings to me, her ass pink from a spanking and her body weeping slick juice all over my dick while I impale her over and over, reminding her who she belongs to.
Me. She belongs to me.
The sun shows her pink cheeks, ripening from the effort of her dance as she moves faster like my hand.
We are both lost in our bliss, but I know I’ll never find relief without her so I pull my hand away, letting my cock ache in agony.
She’s the only balm for the pain I feel and my cum belongs in her sweet cunt now, not in my pants, not in my hand.
No, those will never be enough ever again.
She’s spinning faster, faster, like a dervish…the water now up around her calves as she holds her skirt pinched in her fingers, pulling it upward, just above the water, her head back, eyes unfocused, and I see a little girl. Lost. Alone.
I felt her father’s coldness toward her. There’s no love there and I intend to show her what a father should be like. Caring. Nurturing. Guiding. I want to give her all of that and so much more.
Just when I think her beauty almost too much for me to bear, her dance comes to a crescendo, she freezes, then falls backward, like a sacrifice into the water.
A splash around her body and she’s gone.
And I can’t breathe.
Time stands still. My cock is as hard as it’s ever been as she rises up, like the birth of Venus, her gauzy clothing clinging to her thin body, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from jizzing in my pants.
My cum feels like it’s boiling in my balls, surging and pressurized, ready to fill her until she’s bred with me, then keep filling her until every bedroom in my ridiculously large house is stuffed with our spawn.
I never knew, when I renovated the enormous barn into a house, why I put in so many fucking bedrooms, but now I do.
She’s walking toward me as I lean forward, my eyes pinned to her taut nipples and the fabric that clings to her slight hips. She’s childlike in her way, but a well-honed vixen in another.
Jesus, I don’t know how old she is. I’m in deep, too deep…
She giggles and her steps turn into skips as she comes closer, and I marvel at the perfection of her.
What man wouldn’t lust after such beauty and innocence?
That thought spears me in the throat. From now on, I’ll be the one to stand between her and the voyeurs that lust after her.
I’ll cloak her in feed sacks and canvas tarps when she’s not with me.
“It’s perfect here. The sound, I could hear the music in my head like an orchestra was playing just for me.”
I growl in response, her body on display under the translucent, soaked fabric. She’s not wearing a bra, and she doesn’t need one. But what if her top fell too low while she danced at the fair? I grit my teeth, thinking of someone else getting a glimpse of what’s mine.
“Come here.” I hear my low voice like it belongs to someone else, as I point at the grass just between my spread legs.
She steps forward, her cherry-red lips parted as she breathes, her chest rising and falling. Her intoxicating eyes looking more exotic with her wet hair stuck to her cheeks.
“Right here?” She stops just where I’m pointing and her compliance and obedience only make my cock more desperate.
“Yes,” I answer, then consider my next words carefully. Whatever she’s done to me, cannot now be undone. I can only hope this isn’t a game for her. “I need to ask you a very important question. You need to be truthful, always, but right now it’s imperative.”
“Okay.” The joy in her eyes turns somber but I have to know.
“How old are you, Kezia?” I keep my voice even, trying to hide the fear.
“Nineteen,” she answers, shoulders back. “I look young, I know. But I’m really nineteen.”
Thank fuck.
I do my best to hide the relief and move on to what’s next, something far less stressful and yet maybe even more important. “You’re going to call someone Daddy from now on.”
Her eyes light from behind, the darkness in them dancing with fire as her cheeks flush. “I am?”
“Yes. You’ll call me Daddy…and I’ll need things from you. Things only you’ll give me. Do you understand, little one?”
I see the skin on her arms turn to goose bumps, and she twists her thighs together as my mouth waters, wondering what she tastes like. “I think so.” The words are almost imperceptible, but the look in her eyes tells me she’s with me.
“You’re soaking,” I say, the double meaning not lost on her as her eyelashes flutter and she tucks her lower lip between her teeth.
“Well, water will do that to you.” She smiles and her toes curl in the grass.
“Take off your clothes. They’ll dry on the rocks there...” I point to the boulders next to the bench. “Then, come sit on Daddy’s lap. I’ll get you warmed up. Skirt first…”
She pauses, frozen for a moment, as this new beast inside of me roars and I wonder for a moment if I’m lost in a dream. Was I shot? In another wreck? Is this is all just an unconscious wonderland from which I will wake, in pain and lost because she won’t be with me?
“Do it.” I harden the command, trying to stay in the moment, prove to myself this is real and her hands dart to the red cord belt, loosening it then letting the fabric fall in a wet bunch around her feet.
“Fuck,” I growl, her legs barely touching from thigh to ankles and she’s stunning, but I wonder if she’s kept this thin on purpose. To please the crowd.
The thought has angry fire building inside of me but that will have to wait.
Right now, my little one needs me and I need her.
“Shirt, panties, then come here…” I tap my thigh and sit up straight, watching her strip the last of her clothing, her body on full display, and she doesn’t hesitate as picks up each piece of her clothing, tossing them onto the rocks then walks ahead within my reach.
I take her slight hips in my hands, her flesh cool under my grip as I guide her down onto my thigh, her naked body shimmering in the sun as I run my hands up and down her back, shifting her into position.
Her hands rest on my shoulders, her small tits perfect, dark nipples drawn tight.
“Daddy’s going to give you a ride. Then, you’re going to give him something.”
Her eyes flicker as I hold her hips, slowly gliding her spread-open pussy on top of my thigh. She bites her lip as I bounce my leg beneath her, her upper body leaning closer, her puckered nipples bouncing so close to my lips I can already taste them.
“I’ve always wanted my Daddy to give me a horsey ride.” Her words flame the fire she’s lit inside me as I feel the heat from her wet cunt drench my thigh.