Chapter 8 Jack #2
She turns, blinking up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. “Yeah, Jack?”
My voice is rough, barely controlled. “Daddy’s still hungry.”
She blushes the sweetest shade of pink, but she doesn’t look away. “Oh?”
I move forward, closing the distance between us. “Lie down. Right here. Spread those pretty legs for me. I didn’t get to do this last night, and I’m dying to taste you.”
A shiver runs through her, and she sinks to the rug, her thighs parting with deliberate slowness.
Still teasing. I’m going to lick all of the teasing out of her, I swear to god.
Her legs fall open completely, baring her to me, and I groan at the sight of her pink, glossy pussy, already glistening for me.
Fuck. Mine.
I crouch beside the tree, finding the loose end of the garland wrapped around the base. The deep red strands catch the firelight as I unravel it, my eyes never leaving hers. She watches me with parted lips, her chest rising and falling faster and faster as I take my sweet time.
“Jack? What are you…” Her voice is breathy, unsure, but her thighs are shaking, her nipples hard little pink points.
“Shh.” I lean over her, brushing a strand of hair from her face before I gather her hands and gently push her arms above her head.
Slowly, I loop the garland around first one wrist and then the other.
I tie her wrists together with the end of the garland that I’ve unraveled, essentially tethering her to the tree above her.
She shifts, and the garland pulls against the tree, making the branches sway slightly.
I dip my head low. “Okay?” I check in with her.
I watch her reactions as she processes what I’ve done to her.
Her cheeks are pink, her chest flushed. Her breathing is rapid, her nipples hard, her cunt wet and swollen.
She tugs slightly against the festive restraint and then moans.
“Very okay.”
“Good. You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.” I drag my knuckles down her sternum, over the swell of her tits, toying with her nipples. “You’re all mine right now. Tied up under the tree like the prettiest little present.”
I drop down over her, bracing my weight on my forearms, and take her mouth in a slow, deep kiss.
She moans into me, her back arching, trying to press her body against mine.
But I pull my hips back just enough that she can’t get the friction she’s chasing.
Her whimper vibrates against my lips, and I swallow it, kissing her harder, my tongue sliding against hers in a dirty rhythm.
I skim my hand up to her breast, my thumb rolling over her nipple until it’s a hard little peak. She gasps, her bound wrists twisting against the garland, the tree creaking slightly. “Careful, sweetheart,” I murmur against her lips. “Wouldn’t want it to fall.”
She whines, her hips lifting off the rug, searching. I shift back, denying her again, and she lets out a frustrated little sound that makes my cock throb.
“This is what you get for teasing Daddy.” I kiss down her throat, my teeth grazing her collarbone before I suck one nipple into my mouth.
She cries out, her back bowing, and I tease her nipple with my tongue, biting just enough to make her squirm.
My free hand pinches and twists the other until she’s panting, writhing, moaning and whimpering.
I kiss lower, my lips trailing over her ribs, her stomach. Her skin is so fucking soft that it takes all of my restraint not to rush this. She’s trembling now, her thighs shaking as I nudge them wider. I can smell her pussy, the musky, feminine scent of her making my mouth water.
“Please, Daddy,” she begs, her voice raw. “Please. I’m sorry for teasing. Please.”
“Please what, sweetheart? What are you begging so sweetly for?”
“Your mouth. Please. Kiss me. Lick me. Taste me.” She spreads her legs even wider in invitation.
I lick up the inside of her thigh, slow, teasing, stopping just shy of her soaked and swollen cunt. She whines, her hips jerking, but the tree creaks in warning. I do it again, this time letting the tip of my tongue up her slit, tasting her for the first time.
Fuck. She tastes like heaven and sin, all wrapped up into one.
I groan against her cunt, breathing her in. “You taste so fucking good, Ella.” I drag my tongue up her slit, slow and deliberate, savoring the way she trembles and whimpers. Her hips jerk up, chasing my mouth, but I pull back, dropping kisses on her smooth, bare mound.
“Daddy!” Her voice is a breathy whine, her bound wrists twisting against the garland.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, kissing her inner thighs, teasing her outer lips.
“No!” She sounds horrified at the prospect, and I let out a low chuckle. I spread her pussy open with my thumbs so I can see every perfect, glistening inch of her.
“Look at you, sweetheart. Your clit is so hard and swollen. I can see you dripping from your used little hole. So pink and pretty. Mmm.” I kiss all around her pussy, tugging on her outer lips with mine, and she lets out a frustrated moan.
Not wanting to push her too far—this time—I lick her again, flattening my tongue and dragging it from her entrance all the way up to her clit.
She cries out, her back arching off the rug, and I do it again.
And again. Until her thighs are shaking, her breath coming in ragged little gasps.
I pull back just enough to watch her glistening pussy clench at the loss of my mouth, her hips chasing me. I lay my hand on her trembling stomach, sweeping my thumb back and forth over her wet, swollen clit in slow brushes.
“Such a wet, messy girl for me,” I say, my voice heavy with praise. “Fucking delicious.” I dip my head and lick her, just once, and she lets out a pained groan. Her bound wrists twist against the garland.
“Daddy, please,” she breathes.
“Please what?” I tease, rubbing circles over her clit with my thumb. “You want my mouth back on this sweet cunt? Or do you want me to fuck it with my fingers first?”
I slide two fingers inside her without warning. She cries out, her back arching, her pussy clenching around me like she never wants to let go.
“Both,” she whimpers. “I want everything. I want your mouth and your fingers and your cock. I want it all, over and over again.”
I groan, my cock throbbing at her filthy words. “Such a greedy girl.” I pump my fingers in and out, my thumb still rubbing her clit in tight little circles. “You think you can take me again, sweetheart? I fucked you so hard last night. You must be sore.”
She clamps down on my fingers. “I am, and I don’t care. I want you again. I can take it. I need you to fill me up again.”
I lean down, sliding my fingers free and giving her clit a long, slow suck. “What a good girl you are for me, Ella, begging Daddy to stretch this pretty hole until it’s sore and used and dripping with my cum.”
She moans, her pussy clenching prettily around nothing. “Yes. Please, Daddy. I need it. I need you to kiss my pussy and make me come, and then stuff me full of cock. Please. Please.”
I groan, my cock throbbing at her desperate words. “You love being my dirty little sweetheart, don’t you?”
“Yes!” Her voice cracks, her back arching off the rug. “I love it. I love you!”
Her words are like a thunderclap, and I look up from between her legs. Her head lifts, our eyes meeting, heat and something more, something deeper and brighter shimmering in the air between us. “I love you,” she repeats, her voice a tremulous whisper.
My heart feels like it’s going to explode, it’s pounding so hard and fast. “I love you, Ella.” I kiss her clit, my eyes not leaving hers. “I’ve loved you since I first saw you.” I kiss her clit again. “I never used to believe in love at first sight. But now I do.”
“Jack,” she says, her voice thin with need, shaking with emotion. “I love you. I want to stay here with you. I don’t want to go back to my messy life in the city.”
I lick her all over, just once. “I don’t want you to go back, either. I want you stay here, with me.” Another lick. “I meant what I said last night. You’re mine now, and I’m not letting you go.”
“I want to stay. I don’t know what I’ll do, but—”
I cut her off with a filthy kiss right against her clit, my lips sealing over it as I suck lightly. We can talk about the future later. Right now, I want her focused on pleasure. She moans my name, her body convulsing as she barrels towards the edge, and I back off.
“Such a greedy little pussy,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her swollen clit. “You like that, don’t you? Daddy’s tongue on your pretty cunt?”
“Yes!” she gasps, her hips lifting, trying to force more contact. “Please, Daddy, don’t stop. I need you.”
“I know what you need.” I suck her clit into my mouth, my tongue flicking over it in tight little circles.
Her whole body jerks, a broken moan spilling from her lips.
I can feel her getting closer, her muscles tensing, her breathing jagged.
So I pull back, blowing a cool stream of air over her clit.
She whines, her thighs trembling, hips writhing and bucking, seeking out my mouth. “Daddy, I’m so close!”
“I know you are, sweetheart.” I press a kiss to her inner thigh, my fingers tracing her entrance, teasing her but not giving her more. “But you don’t come until I say so. Understand?”
She lets out a frustrated sound, but then she nods, her voice shaking. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I reward her with another slow lick, my tongue fucking into her entrance just enough to make her squirm.
“You taste so fucking sweet. I could eat this pretty pussy all day.” I suck on her clit again, harder this time, and her hips buck against my face.
I work her clit with my lips and tongue, sucking, polishing, licking.
I can feel her getting closer, her body coiling tight, and I pull back again, denying her.
“Daddy!” she cries, her voice desperate. “Please, I need to come. I need you to make me come.”