Chapter 8 Jack #3
I groan, my cock throbbing at the way she begs so sweetly. “You think you deserve it?” I ask, my fingers sliding inside her, fucking slowly.
“Yes!” she moans, her cunt clenching around my fingers. “Please, Daddy, I’ll be so good. I promise, I’ll be so good for you.”
I suck her clit into my mouth, my tongue working her in tight, relentless circles. I pump my fingers inside her, dragging them over her engorged g-spot. “Come for me, sweetheart,” I say, my voice rough with lust and emotion. “Come all over Daddy’s face like a good girl.”
Her back arches almost violently, her thighs clamping around my head as she comes with a loud, long moan.
She erupts like fucking fire hose, gushing against my lips, my chin, into my mouth and down my throat.
I groan, drinking her down like a man dying of thirst. She’s sobbing, her cunt pulsing against my tongue, her juices coating my face as I lap at her, greedy for every last drop.
Fuck, she’s drenching me, her little body shaking so hard the tree branches rattle above us.
I don’t stop until she’s whimpering, oversensitive, her hips jerking away from my mouth. Only then do I pull back, her taste lingering on my tongue. I kiss the insides of her thighs, letting her come down slowly. Her skin is flushed, her chest heaving, her bound wrists still tangled in the garland.
She looks so completely angelic and debauched at the same time. I’m addicted. Gone. Madly in love.
And she’s mine. She’s mine, and she wants to stay.
“Daddy’s good girl,” I murmur against her skin, pressing another kiss to her thigh. “Such a messy, perfect girl for me.”
She lets out a shaky breath, her eyes half-lidded, dazed.
I give her a minute, watching her come down, her pussy still twitching, her lips parted in a sleepy grin.
Then I rise up onto my knees beside her, reaching up to untie her wrists.
The garland slithers free, and the second her hands are loose, my little minx moves, rising to her knees and shoving at my sweatpants with desperate fingers.
“Fuck.” The word tears out of me as she yanks the fabric down, my cock springing free, aching for her. Before I can even process it, she crouches down, her small hand wrapping around my cock, and then she takes me into her hot, wet mouth.
Oh my fucking god.
“Ella!” My fingers tangle in her soft blond hair as she sucks on the head of my cock, then swirls her tongue around it.
She’s clumsy, inexperienced, but that only turns me on more, knowing I’m the only man she’s ever done this with.
The sight of her kneeling there under the tree, her lips stretched around my cock, her eyes watering as she struggles to take me deeper, nearly makes me come on the spot.
“Just like that, sweetheart,” I groan, my voice rough. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
She moans around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls, and I tighten my grip in her hair, guiding her. “That’s it, take more,” I growl, my hips rocking forward just a little. “Relax your jaw for Daddy. Let me fuck this pretty mouth.”
She gags slightly but doesn’t pull back, her fingers digging into my thighs as she tries to take me deeper. Saliva drips down my shaft, her lips glistening, her blue eyes locked on mine like she’s begging for approval.
“Good girl,” I praise, my voice raw. “Now use your hand, too. Stroke the base while you suck the head. Yeah, sweetheart, just like that.” My cock twitches as she follows my instructions, her tongue flicking over the slit, her fingers squeezing the thick root.
“Fuck, you’re such a filthy little angel, sucking Daddy’s cock under the Christmas tree. ”
Her mouth is incredible, wet, sloppy, and so fucking eager.
I tighten my grip in her hair, my hips rolling forward as I fuck her mouth in shallow thrusts.
“That’s it, sweetheart, take Daddy deeper,” I say, watching my thick cock disappear between her obscenely stretched lips.
She gags, saliva dripping down her chin, but she doesn’t pull away, just hollows her cheeks and sucks harder.
“You look so fucking pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock.”
I can feel her throat fluttering as she struggles to take more, and it nearly sends me over the edge. But I want more. I want to be inside her more than anything right now. Inside this woman who feels like a miracle.
With a groan, I pull back, my cock popping free from her lips with a wet sound.
She whines in protest, but I’m already stripping off my shirt, kicking free of my sweatpants.
Then I’m lifting her up against me, my hands gripping her ass, her legs wrapping around my waist. She’s so fucking light, so easy to lift, her bare cunt pressing against my stomach as I kiss her and kiss her until we’re both gasping for breath.
My cock is trapped between us, thick and dripping, the head pressing against her soaked slit.
“You want this, sweetheart?” I growl, my voice rough as I hold her weight with one arm and line myself up, the crown notching at her tight little entrance.
“You want Daddy to stretch this used pussy again?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her hips already rocking, trying to take me in. “Please, Jack. I need you inside me.”
I groan, my hands tightening on her ass as I lower her slowly, so fucking slowly, onto my dick. Her tight cunt resists at first, but then her muscles give, and she sinks down with a breathy moan, clinging to me, her legs dangling helplessly in the air.
“Fuck,” I grit out, my cock buried to the hilt, her pussy clenching around me like a vice.
“You take me so well, sweetheart. Every fucking inch.” I lift her almost all the way off, then slam her back down, my balls slapping against her ass.
She cries out, her head tipping back, her tits bouncing with the force.
I do it again. And again. My hands grip her ass, my fingers spreading her cheeks as I fuck her onto my cock, lifting her up and down in rough, punishing strokes.
Her cunt is dripping, her juices coating my cock, her clit grinding against my pelvis with every downward thrust. She’s completely impaled, her pretty little hole stretched around my dick, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Her pussy clamps down like a fist, milking me with every desperate bounce.
I can feel her getting close, her pussy fluttering wildly as her nails dig into my shoulders.
Her little whines have turned into full on shrieks, and I fuck her harder, my grip bruising on her ass as I slam her down, my cock bottoming out inside her with a wet, obscene sound.
She lets out a little scream, and I immediately stop. “Are you okay? Too rough?”
She shakes her head, gasping for breath. “No, I’m okay.” Her hands stroke my face. “Don’t stop, Jack.”
I start moving her up and down my cock again, slower and deeper this time, grinding against her every time she slides all the way down.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I growl against her ear, my voice rough. “Come on Daddy’s cock like a good girl. Squeeze the cum out of me.”
She lets out a rough moan, her back arching, her pussy fluttering around me as she comes undone.
Her cunt pulses, her juices gushing out, dripping down my balls, and I groan, my own release slamming into me like a freight train.
I bury my face in her neck, my hips stuttering as I empty myself inside her, pumping my cum deep.
She whimpers with every hot spurt, her arms locking around my neck, her small body trembling against mine.
“Fuck, Ella,” I rasp, my cock still twitching, still spilling inside her. “Look at you, taking every drop in your hungry little pussy.”
I don’t pull out. Can’t. Instead, I carry her to the couch, her legs still wrapped around me, my softening cock still buried inside her.
I sit down and my cock slides out of her.
I adjust her so she’s straddling my lap, her back against my chest, my arms locked around her.
I look down over her shoulder, between her spread legs.
Her cunt is the most beautiful mess. She’s red and swollen, used hole gaping and leaking my cum.
I groan at the sight of her, my fingers gently tracing over her clit, her lips, the outer edges of her messy hole.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple as I smooth my palm over her.
“You took Daddy so well. Fuck, you made me come so hard.” My fingers dip inside her, pushing my leaking cum back in, and she moans and clenches around me.
“You feel that? There’s so much cum inside you.
Marking you. Keeping you.” I suddenly realize that there’s something we never discussed.
I kiss her temple again, gently rubbing her pussy with my palm. “Ella, are you on birth control?”
She looks up at me, her head resting against my shoulder. “No. I…Oh. Right.” She bites her lip and giggles. “You did say you always wanted to have kids.”
“And you’d be okay with that? Getting pregnant, having a baby with me?”
“I love you,” she breathes softly, as if that’s the only logical answer she can give. And maybe it is.
I tighten my arms around her, still gently massaging her sweet little cunt, smearing my cum and her juices all over her. “I love you too, sweetheart. More than anything.” My lips find her ear, my voice rough. “You’re mine now. No one else’s. And I’m never letting you go.”