Chapter 6
CHAPTER
SIX
R ock was going to self-combust. She was beyond perfection. He’d imagined a scenario like this a million times over the past two years, but he’d never expected to be able to pile all this information on her in one hour and have her staring at him with those deep brown, sexy, please-fuck-me eyes.
His girl had barely flinched as he’d filled her in on his sexual preferences. She was eager and willing and leaning against him, begging to be ravished.
Was he making a mistake? God, he hoped not. If she’d shown any signs of wanting to run screaming from the apartment, he would have taken her home and kept his hands to himself. But that wasn’t what had happened. Not by a long shot.
And damn. He was completely incapable of denying his girl what she wanted. He’d never be able to tell her no in his entire life.
The thought made him stiffen. What happened after tonight? He was leaving. When he got back, she would be gone. She needed to go to college, follow her dreams, get her degree. He would never suggest she give that up.
Nope. They would have to figure this out as they went along. For now, he had tonight, and he intended to make the most of it.
Easing her back, he guided her to one side. “Lie across my lap, Baby girl. Daddy is going to spank your bottom and chase away all the bad feelings from earlier.”
She was trembling as she let him help her into position across his thighs. She was nervous, but he would take his time and watch her closely. With one hand on the small of her back, he patted the backs of her thighs with the other, easing his fingers closer to her bottom. “I’ll start easy, Little Lyla. Let you get used to the feeling. If you want me to stop at any time, just say red , okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice was breathy, but every time she called him Daddy, his cock jumped. This was every dream he’d ever had wrapped up in one.
Rock held his breath as he pushed his T-shirt up her body until he slid the cotton under his palm at the small of her back. It took all his self-control not to flip her over and plant his face between her legs when he saw the fucking sexy black thong.
He rubbed her bare cheeks. “You naughty Little girl. That’s some seriously sexy lingerie.”
She shivered. “I couldn’t wear regular panties with that dress. Someone would have seen the lines. The sales lady sold me this bra and thong set when I bought the dress.”
“Do you have other panties like this at home, Baby girl?” Why he needed to know that he had no idea, but he wanted to visualize what she normally wore under her jeans and dresses.
She shook her head. “No. Just these,” she whispered.
“Tell me what you normally wear, Little Lyla.” He needed to know. He couldn’t explain why.
“Just regular bikini panties. Pastel mostly.”
He stared at her fantastic ass while he pictured her in those pastel panties. He’d give anything to be the one to put them on her in the mornings. That wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, but he’d think about it every day.
After hooking his finger under the edge of the black lace, he slowly drew the thong over her bottom, down her thighs, and off.
She shuddered.
“When I spank you, it will always be on your bare bottom, Baby girl. I’ll want to keep a close eye on your skin to make sure it turns hot and pink without bruising.” He rubbed her perfect globes again. He could do this all night. Removing the thong hadn’t been entirely necessary. It hadn’t been covering her fantastic ass cheeks, but he’d wanted them off her anyway.
She whimpered and squirmed on his lap.
“Spread your legs for me, Little Lyla.”
Her breathing picked up as she complied, opening her thighs a few inches.
“Good girl. I don’t want you to clench your legs together while I’m spanking you.” He lifted his hand and gave her a firm swat. Just hard enough to sting and surprise her.
She flinched, but the sound that came out of her mouth was musical.
He did it again. Jesus, she was responsive, and he’d bet his last dollar her pussy was soaked. He intended to find out soon. Would she have curls there or would she be bare? When he leaned to the side to see between her legs better, he saw no evidence of hair.
He continued to spank her several more times, grateful he’d not only seen this done many times among club members, but he’d practiced on a few of the old ladies who enjoyed a good spanking. It had never been sexual with any of them, though. This was definitely sexual. Not just for him, but for Lyla.
When he paused to rub her heated skin and check on her, she was panting. “Rock…”
“Daddy,” he reminded her. “Especially when you’re over my knees, Baby girl.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“More, Little Lyla?”
“Please,” she murmured, as if it was difficult to admit.
He kept his palm spread solidly on her lower back so she couldn’t squirm off his lap and onto the floor. The way she was wiggling told him she’d probably enjoy restraints. Little girls, who squirmed during a spanking like Lyla was, were usually silently begging to have their movements constrained.
He spanked her a dozen more times, watching her closely and stopping when she arched her back and lifted her legs. There was a good chance she was close to orgasm.
While she was totally off balance, he slid his hand from the back of her knee up to her pussy, coming just shy of touching her. Easing the last inch or so until he could barely stroke over her folds, his heart nearly stopped when he found her not only soaked but bare.
And the noise she made…
“Has anyone ever touched this sweet pussy, Little Lyla?”
She shook her head.
“What about you? Do you play with your pretty pussy when you’re alone?” He reached between her folds and dragged his finger through the wetness. Fuck, she was killing him. “Answer Daddy, Baby girl. Do you touch yourself?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Can you make yourself come with your fingers, Lyla?”
Another whimper. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
“What do you think about when you’re under the covers late at night playing with this sweet pussy?”
She moaned but didn’t respond fast enough.
He removed his fingers and gripped her bottom hard enough to bring attention to the burn. “Answer Daddy, Baby girl.” He knew the answer. He wanted to hear her say it. He needed to hear her say it even if he came in his pants.
“You, Daddy,” she blurted. “I think of you. Please…”
He needed to be inside her more than his next breath. But not here. Not on the couch. This wasn’t where he was going to thrust into his precious Little girl for the first time.
Grabbing her around the waist, he rose to his feet. “Wrap your legs around me, Baby girl.”
She complied, her wet pussy up high enough to rub directly against his belly. She even hooked her ankles together and ground herself against him.
Killing me .
Rock wasted no time getting to his bedroom where he aimed directly for his bed and lowered her onto her back. Her legs were still hooked around him as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pushed it up her body and over her head. He dragged it higher, forcing her arms together above her head.
Standing on the floor between her legs, he grabbed the tangle of cotton and tied a giant knot in it between her wrists. It forced her hands together and essentially restrained her. “Leave your hands here, Baby girl.”
Her eyes were wide, and she was breathing heavily as he kissed the spot between her breasts before dragging his tongue along the edge of the lace.
She arched her chest and moaned. “Daddy…”
Fucking heaven.
Grateful for the front clasp on her bra, he made quick work of popping it open to reveal the tits he’d dreamed about for two fucking years.
Gorgeous. Jesus. Stunning. Her nipples were rosy points begging for attention, and he bent his head and flicked his tongue over first one and then the other.
She arched and bucked and squirmed and moaned.
“Such a wiggly Little girl.” He cupped both breasts and molded his fingers around them before flicking the nipples with his thumbs and finally pinching them both lightly.
“Oh. God…”
“Do you enjoy nipple play, Little Lyla? Do you like to pinch these tight buds while you finger your pussy?” He was being so crude. He’d never dreamed she’d be ready for this kind of dirty talk, but she wasn’t like other women. She was so sexual and needy.
She nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “Not too hard, though. It feels better when you tap them or graze over them.”
Damn. He loved that she was able and willing to verbalize her needs. So fucking sensual. So far beyond her years for a virgin.
Rock listened to her and touched her the way she liked, teasing the little buds until she was writhing and losing her mind with need. “Let your legs fall open, Baby girl.”
She complied, spreading herself wide for him.
He kissed a path down her belly until he reached her pussy. Holding her thighs parted, he set his gaze on her pussy for the first time.
There were no words for how pretty she was or how wet or how greedy. “Did you shave this pussy tonight? Or do you keep it bare all the time?” He trailed a finger along her folds, tormenting her to the point that he had to hold her down with his other hand on her pelvis.
Lyla dug her heels into the mattress and tried to lift her pussy right off the bed.
He removed his fingers. He loved the way he could get her to talk by withdrawing contact. “Answer Daddy,” he encouraged again. He knew she was having trouble focusing, but he wanted her to spill all her secrets.
She whimpered, rolling her head back and forth. “I’ve been shaving it for a while. I like how it feels,” she murmured. “Please touch me, Daddy.”
He trailed a finger around her clit, watching her face. “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you? You’ve thought about me touching your bare little pussy and making you scream.”
“Yes. A million times. Yes,” she cried out. “It’s so much better in real life.”
“Oh, Baby girl. You have no idea. I haven’t even gotten started yet.” He lowered his head and sucked her clit into his mouth.
Lyla screamed. The most beautiful sound in the world.
Rock flicked his tongue over her captive clit as rapidly as possible as he eased one finger into her tight channel. That was all it took. Her orgasm had been building for an hour. It was a wonder she’d lasted this long. The sound and feel of her coming on his mouth and finger brought him to his knees.
While she was still panting and twitching, he added a second finger. Damn, she was tight. “So gorgeous. Prettiest Little girl in the world. Tell Daddy what’s been up inside this precious little cunt, Baby girl.”
She shuddered, still moaning through the orgasm. Finally, she licked her lips. “My fingers, tampons, and… stuff.”
“Stuff?” His curiosity was piqued. “What stuff, Little Lyla?” Dragging information from her was his new favorite pastime. He loved how her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment.
She groaned. “Daddy…” She drew her restrained hands down to cover her eyes.
He reached up and pulled them back above her head and looked her in the eye, waiting with nothing more than a look.
She sighed heavily. “I have a set of thick markers I use for art class. They probably aren’t nearly as big as your, uh… as you. But I pretend.”
“My cock,” he teased, grinning at her. “I don’t think they make markers the size of my cock, Baby girl, but I give you kudos for the creativity.” She was so precious.
“Maybe you could take your pants off and show me.”
“You’re sure that’s what you want? There’s no going back. We don’t have to have sex just because you’re naked in my apartment.”
She rolled her eyes. “Stop stalling. I’m ready.”
He stood and watched her face as he popped the button on his jeans before lowering them and his underwear over his hips.
She bit her lip, stifling her gasp.
He shrugged out of the denim, leaving himself naked. With his cock bobbing demandingly in front of him, he yanked open the drawer next to his bed and snagged the box of condoms.
Damn . He wished he’d opened the box earlier. His hands were shaking as he tore into the cellophane and tossed it aside before ripping the cardboard nearly down the center.
“That’s a new box…” she commented.
He flinched as he snagged one of the foil packs and looked her in the eye.
“Why is the box new?”
“I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re wondering, Little Lyla, but I’m not a manwhore either. I don’t bring women to my apartment. You’re the first one.”
Her eyes were wide again. He loved shocking her. “Oh.”
He braced his hands on either side of her and lowered his face closer to hers. “You’re not a conquest, Lyla. You mean something to me. I hope you know that.”
She nodded slowly. “Okay.”
Rising back to standing, he stroked his cock from base to tip while he tore the foil packet open with his teeth. “How many markers am I?”
She swallowed. “At least three, Daddy.”
He grinned.
“It’s going to hurt. I know that. I’ve heard other girls talking about it. It’s okay, you know. I’ll be fine.”
He rolled the condom on and cupped her face. “You’re right. It will burn for a minute, but you’ll adjust around me, and then it will feel so good.”
She licked her lips. “You won’t be disappointed if it doesn’t, though, right? I mean other girls talk like it’s a chore they don’t really care for. They do it for their boyfriends.”
He couldn’t keep from smirking. “That’s not going to happen. I’ll never do anything to you that you don’t thoroughly enjoy, Baby girl. I don’t even like the idea of hurting you with my cock this first time, but it’s part of nature. I can’t help it. I promise you’re not going to be disappointed. Those girls you hear talking are having sex with greedy boys who don’t care about them. They only care about themselves and getting their rocks off. You mean far more to me than that.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
He knew she had her doubts, but all he could do was prove himself. And he fully intended to.