Chapter 3 #2
His hands slip down to my hips as he presses his massive thigh between my legs.
We both moan as my wet pussy brushes against his skin.
I writhe on his leg, desperate for friction.
The wiry hairs on his thigh tickle me as I grind into him.
Beau’s eyes meet mine as he rocks me on his thigh.
“You like that, sweet girl?” he murmurs.
I nod, biting my lip. “Yes,” I breathe. “It feels so good.” My clit is throbbing and I’m creaming all over his thigh as he kisses my neck, rocking me against him over and over again.
“So hot and wet,” he groans. “Such an eager little untouched pussy.”
His filthy words make me gasp, and my hips jerk against him. His hand slides down to grasp mine, his thumb tracing circles on my palm. His voice is a low, deep rumble, barely audible over the crackling fire. “Have you ever made yourself come, Hailey?”
I nod, my face flaming. “Yes. A lot.”
His eyes go molten, and he leans in closer, his warm breath fanning over my skin. “What do you think about when you touch yourself?”
“You,” I whisper. “I think about you. I think about your…” I swallow, and he rocks me on his thigh in encouragement. “Your cock. What it looks like, how it tastes, what it would feel like inside me.”
He moans raggedly and takes my hand, guiding it down to the bulge in his underwear. He’s so hard that he’s tenting the fabric and a wet spot is forming. He’s dripping for me, just like I’m dripping for him.
“You feel what you do to me?” he rasps. “Every time I stroke my cock, it’s you I think about. Only you. Your mouth. Your pussy. Your body. You. I can’t even come unless I think about you.”
“I’m the same way,” I admit. “Nothing turns me on the way you do.”
My heart hammers in my chest as I tentatively run my hand over his straining length, feeling the heat and hardness of him. He’s huge.
Of course he is. He’s huge everywhere else—why would his dick be any different?
Another thrill zooms through me. I don’t know how it’s going to fit, but I’m desperate to find out.
Beau’s hand covers mine, pressing it firmly against his cock. “Feel that?” he growls. “That’s yours, now. Every inch of me belongs to you.”
He gently moves my hand away and eases me onto my back. The sight of Beau above me, the firelight highlighting his muscular frame, his tattoos, the salt and pepper in his hair and beard, is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
“Spread your legs for me, Hailey. Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me.”
I let out a half-moan, half-sigh, and Beau lays down beside me, head propped on his hand as he watches me slip my fingers between my legs. He lifts the sleeping bag just enough that he can see my fingers circling my clit.
“Good girl,” he rasps, and my hips move involuntarily at his praise. “Tell me what you think about when you do this.”
My breath stutters in my chest as I play with my clit, heat pooling low in my belly.
“I think about last summer at the lake,” I murmur, my fingers circling slowly.
I can feel my wetness dripping down, I’m so turned on.
Beau’s eyes are like a brand on my skin as he watches me.
“It was so hot, and I was wearing this tiny bikini, hoping you’d notice me. ”
He groans softly. “The blue one. I remember.”
A surge of victory charges through me at the knowledge that he did notice me. That he only held back because he thought I wasn’t interested in him.
“You were chopping wood outside,” I continue, still circling. Beau’s gaze keeps darting from my face to my exposed breasts to my hand between my legs. “You were shirtless and sweaty, and I wanted to drop to my knees in front of you and suck your cock until you came.”
“Fucking hell,” he groans.
“I went back to my room and watched you through my window, touching myself while I made up a fantasy.”
“Tell me,” he says, a note of desperation in his voice.
“I imagined crawling to you, and you’d look down at me, all sweaty and huge, muscles gleaming in the sun.
I’d reach up and pull down your shorts, and your cock…
” I gasp, moving my fingers faster as pleasure builds inside me.
“Your cock would be so hard and thick. I’d wrap my hand around it, and you’d groan, telling me to put it in my mouth. ”
Beau’s hand grips his cock through his underwear, squeezing tightly as he watches me, a look of lustful adoration on his face. “Fuck, Hailey,” he breathes. “God, if I’d known…” He swallows and shakes his head. “Keep going.”
“I’d take you as deep as I could,” I continue, my voice so breathy and desperate that I barely recognize it.
“I’d swirl my tongue around you, tasting you for the first time.
And then you’d grab my hair, holding me still as you fucked my mouth, slow and deep, hitting the back of my throat with every thrust.”
He moves his hand over his cock, nodding, his breathing ragged.
“You’d look up at me with tears in your eyes and I’d tell you what a good fucking girl you are,” he says, joining in my fantasy and immediately making it a million times hotter.
“I’d tell you how perfect your mouth feels, how beautiful you look with your lips wrapped around Daddy’s cock. ”
I let out a loud moan as I nod rapidly and work my clit. “Yes,” I say. “Daddy. Yes. God.”
“And then what happens, Hailey?”
“You’d pull me off your cock and bend me over the chopping block, ripping my bikini bottoms off, leaving me exposed. You’d tell me what a sweet, special girl I am for you.”
“Fuck,” he groans, his hand moving faster on his cock. “And then?”
“And then you’d fuck me,” I gasp, fingers circling faster and faster. “You’d fuck me hard and deep, filling me completely. You’d grab my hair and pull my head back, making me arch into you as you pounded into me, over and over again.”
“I’d make you scream my name,” Beau growls, his eyes locked on mine as we both touch ourselves. “I’d make you come all over my cock before filling you up with my cum, marking you as mine.”
“Yes, oh god, Daddy. I’m coming,” I moan, my orgasm crashing over me, my pussy gushing, my clit pulsing wildly against my fingers. I shudder as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. My pussy clenches at nothing, and never in my life have I been so desperate to be filled.
Beau kisses my forehead, my temple, my cheeks as I come down. “Such a filthy little virgin,” he whispers. “So innocent and needy for cock at the same time.”
“Not just any cock,” I say, my voice shaky. “Yours. Only yours.”
Beau groans softly as he takes my hand, his massive one engulfing mine. Slowly, deliberately, he raises my hand to his mouth. I watch, entranced, as his lips part and he sucks the fingers I just used to make myself come into his mouth.
His hot tongue swirls around my fingers, tasting me, and a deep, ragged groan vibrates from his chest. “Fuck, Hailey,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “You taste so fucking good. I can’t believe I’ve been missing this all this time.”
He sucks my fingers deeper into his mouth, and the sight of it, the feel of his hot, wet mouth on my skin sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit. I squirm, pressing my thighs together, not sure if I’m trying to chase or run from the sensation.
“I wish I’d known,” he says, pulling my fingers out of his mouth with a soft pop. “I wish I’d known how you felt, what you wanted. All the time we’ve wasted…” He trails off, shaking his head, his eyes never leaving mine.
He presses a kiss to the palm of my hand, and then drags his tongue over the sensitive skin of my inner wrist. “I could’ve been tasting you, fucking you, making you mine.”
“Daddy,” I whisper, shaking my head.
He closes his eyes and sighs. “I shouldn’t like that as much as I do.”
“I like it, too. I like that you’re older and can take care of me. It’s just one of the things I lo—“ I lick my lips. “I want you to be my Daddy, Beau.”
He nods and kisses my palm again. “I want that, too, sweet girl. I want to be the one who looks after you. Who makes you come. Who gives you everything you’ve ever wanted. Everything you could ever need.”
He nips at the soft skin of my inner wrist, then soothes the sting with his tongue. “But now that I know, there’s no going back, Hailey.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to go back. I want this. Us.”
“Good, because I’m done holding back. This sweet, innocent body is mine. Your tight virgin pussy is mine. I’m going claim every single inch of you.”
“Yes, oh god,” I moan. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
And then we’re kissing again, the faint taste of my pussy still lingering on his tongue. His huge hands cup my breasts, thumbs flicking gently over my hard nipples. I arch into him, silently begging for more.
“So fucking soft,” he murmurs, kissing me deeply as he palms my breasts, as he tweaks my nipples with little tugs. My clit pulses with every brush of his fingers against my sensitive nipples, and it’s not long before I’m writhing again, my pussy swollen and aching for something only he can give me.
“I want to see you,” I say, heat pounding through my body. “Please, Beau.”
He nods and pushes his boxer briefs down, his cock snapping against his stomach as he tosses them aside.
Oh. My. God.
“It’s so big,” I whisper, and he takes my hand and guides it to his straining shaft. I let out a little gasp at how hot it is in my palm, how velvety soft the skin is. Between the low lighting and the sleeping bag, I can’t see him in as much detail as I’d like, but I’m not complaining.
“We’ll make it fit, sweet girl,” he groans.
“You were made for me. It’ll fit.” His words have me moaning, and then he guides my hand to his cock.
“Stroke me, Hailey. Just like this.” He closes his hand over mine and shows me how to touch him, moving my hand up and down his impressive length.
“Fuck, that feels good. Thought about your little fingers wrapped around me so many times.” He lets out a ragged moan. “God, that’s it.”
“Can I put you in my mouth?”
He shakes his head, his chest heaving. “No. I’ll come, and I want to spill inside you.
” I can feel him dripping onto our hands, his cock a thick steel rod.
“I’ll teach you how to suck me, sweet girl.
I’ll show you how to take me deep. Show you how good it feels to swallow Daddy’s cum.
But not this time. I need to come inside you, claim your little cunt. ”
“Beau,” I whisper, my voice shaky because of how turned on I am.
This is even better than anything I could’ve ever imagined.
He slides his hands to my hips and pulls me on top of him.
My legs immediately fall open to straddle him, and we both gasp and moan when my pussy brushes against his cock.
With his hands still on my hips, he starts sliding me up and down over his cock, making me moan every single time the head of his cock bumps against my swollen clit.
“You’re soaking me, Hailey. Dripping all over my cock.”
I moan and nod. “Want you so much.”
He kisses me then, slow and deep, as he works me against him. I’ve never been this slick and slippery in my life. Never felt so empty.
“Are you on birth control?”
I bite my lip and shake my head. “No. I’ve never had any reason to be.”
Beau’s grip on my hips tightens, and there’s something so hungry, so primal in his expression that it makes me shiver as my pussy flutters.
“Fuck,” he grinds out. “Knowing you’re not on birth control makes me want to come inside you even more.
Makes me want to breed your sweet little pussy.
Makes me want to claim you, completely.”
I gasp as heat licks over my skin and my pussy clenches and drips at his words.
The thought of him filling me with his seed, his cum dripping out of me, of being pregnant with Beau’s baby…
it should feel wrong, but it doesn’t. It turns me on more than anything ever has, and I move against him faster, grinding my clit against his cock.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” He traces circles on my hips with his thumbs. “You like the idea of me getting you pregnant.”
I nod, my breath coming in short, desperate pants. “Yes,” I whisper. “God, yes, Beau. I want that. I want you to come inside me. I want to have your baby.”
A groan tears from his chest, and he pulls me down, grinding up into me. He’s hot and hard against my pussy, and I moan long and loud, throbbing. Aching.
He slides his hands from my hips to my breasts, cupping them, playing with my nipples and sending little shocks of pleasure racing through me. “The thought of you, round and pregnant with my baby…it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever imagined.”
“I know,” I pant, my hands covering his as we knead my breasts together. I imagine them big and swollen with milk because of the baby he put inside me, and I swear I almost come.
“Tell me you’re sure,” he says, his voice rough and raw. “Tell me you want me to breed you. Tell me you want me to fuck a baby into your little belly.”
I’m shaking, gasping, close to coming, and I nod frantically. “Yes! Yes, Daddy. I want that. I want your babies. I want your cum. I want everything you’ll give me.”
“Christ, the feeling of your soft lips spreading around my cock is heaven, Hailey.” He tweaks my nipples one last time, and then his hands are in my hair as he kisses me senseless as we rock together.
“I need to be inside you, sweet girl. Need to claim you and breed you and make you mine. Are you ready?”