Chapter 8 #3
“I’m going to make your pretty wet pussy come every day before you go to work. I’m going to pet you and stroke you every morning. I’m going to fill you with my fingers and play with your clit until you can’t take anymore.”
“Logan,” she moans, and she turns her face up to me.
Her pupils are blown, her cheeks pink, her lips parted.
I kiss her, slow and deep as I work her clit, circling and stroking, paying attention to what makes her legs shake, what makes her breath hitch.
We kiss and kiss as I stroke her pussy, playing with her clit. I kiss her neck, her shoulder, her ear.
“You’re a natural, Kaylee. You were made for this. Made for pleasure. Made to fuck. Look at you, legs spread, dripping all over my fingers. Such a sweet, good girl for Daddy. Turn around, baby.”
Now that she’s equal parts relaxed and turned on, I want her facing me. I want to see her face, her reactions. She turns quickly and hooks her leg over mine.
“I like when you help me feel better, Daddy. When you take care of my pussy like this.” She sighs as I slide my hand between her legs again, working her clit between my thumb and index finger.
“My sweet baby girl,” I moan, kissing her. “My little treasure.”
We kiss, tongues tangling, as I massage her dripping pussy. My dick is making a mess in my boxers, my balls are throbbing to the point of pain, but I don’t care. All that matters right now is making Kaylee feeling good. Showing her that I can take care of her in every single way.
“Oh, god, Logan, I’m so close,” she breathes.
“I just need…I…” She shakes her head, and I kiss her as I slowly slide one finger all the way inside her.
“Oh, fuck! Yes, yes, yes,” she chants. She’s so hot and tight around my single finger that she’s going to choke my cock with her cunt.
Still working her clit, I slowly thrust my finger in and out of her clenching pussy, curling it upward.
She lets out a loud moan when I find that little rough spot and stroke it slowly with the tip of my finger.
“Oh, holy shit. Holy shit. I can’t…I don’t know…
Holy shit,” she pants, her hips bucking.
“More. I need more. Please Daddy,” she whines, and I carefully add a second finger.
She’s so wet that I slide in easily, and I know from the gasp she lets out that it’s a tight fit.
“Okay?” I ask, slowly sliding my glistening fingers in and out of the world’s most beautiful cunt.
“It burns, but it’s good. It’s so good.”
“Especially when I do this, right?” I ask, circling her clit and stroking her g-spot with both fingers.
“Yes! Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she begs, and I start to finger fuck her a little faster. Her pussy is so wet that the sound of my fingers thrusting in and out fills the room with deliciously juicy sounds. I kiss her hard and deep, working her tight pussy.
“Come all over Daddy’s fingers, baby. Let go. I’ve got you.”
“I…I don’t…” But she can’t fight whatever she’s feeling any longer, and she comes around my fingers with a long, loud moan.
She clamps down on me, her inner walls pulsing and fluttering, and liquid drenches my fingers.
I pull out to rub her pussy, sending droplets flying as she comes and comes, squirting everywhere.
My hand is soaked, as are her thighs and the front of my jeans.
“More!” she practically screams. “Don’t stop. I need more.”
With a grin, I slide my fingers back inside her and finger fuck her mercilessly, and it only takes a few pumps before she’s squirting again, even more this time.
I stare in awe as a gush of liquid shoots out of her pussy, soaking my hand, her thighs, the blanket beneath us.
She screams, her entire body convulsing.
I don’t stop pumping her, and I can feel her juicy cunt rippling around my fingers.
“Fuck, Logan!” she cries out, and she erupts again.
Her pussy is a fucking geyser, and I’m thisclose to coming in my pants because of it.
I slip my fingers free and shove them into my mouth, eager to taste her.
I moan and close my eyes, because it’s fucking heaven. Sweet and tangy. I could drown in this.
She collapses back onto the blanket, her chest heaving, her body glistening with sweat and her own juices.
Her eyes meet mine, wide and uncertain. “I…I’m sorry,” she whispers.
She’d probably be blushing if she wasn’t already flushed as hell from her hair to her tits. “I didn’t mean to…to make a mess.”
I growl, gently grabbing her chin in my hand. “Don’t you dare apologize, Kaylee,” I say, my voice rough. “That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You coming all over my hand, squirting everywhere. Fuck, baby. I can’t wait to make you do that all over my cock.”
“Really?”
“Really.” I lift myself so I’m on my hands and knees above her.
“Let me help you clean up.” I kiss her breasts as I move down her body, then start licking up every droplet I can find on her stomach, her thighs, her mound.
I part her legs and run my tongue up the seams of her thighs, her puffy outer lips, her dripping hole.
I lap it all up. When I look up at her from between her thighs, her eyes are glazed, her chest rising and falling in rapid pants.
“Tastes so fucking good, Kaylee. Daddy’s new favorite drink. ”
She giggles at that, and I worship at the altar of her little virgin hole, lapping up the juices still leaking out of her.
I come back up to kiss her mouth, letting her taste herself on my lips, and she moans beneath me, her body arching into mine. I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. I take a nipple into my mouth and bite down gently, making her gasp.
“Oh, god, Logan. I’m depraved.”
“Why do you say that?” I ask between kisses and sucks on her nipples.
“Because you just made me come my brains out, and I want more. I need more.” Her hands are fisted in my hair, and I can feel her desperation in the taut muscles of her body beneath me.
I chuckle, looking up at her, her nipple still pressed against my lips. “Don’t worry, baby,” I say, my voice a low growl. “Daddy’s gonna give you more. Daddy’s gonna give you everything you need.”