Chapter 10 #2
“To the right.” My voice sounds rough as I give the direction. I follow her, my gaze locked on the hypnotic sway of her slim hips.
She pauses in the doorway, long enough for me to catch up to her. I wrap my arms around her from behind, my cock nestled in the cleft of her bare bottom.
“This is your room,” she whispers.
I duck my head so I can whisper back. Our secret. “Daddy’s room.”
She grins. “That, too.”
I let her go, and she scampers forward, jumping onto the bed. I stalk after her in my own version of being playful. I fall on top of her, kissing her mouth first, then move down to her breasts again. Her belly. The bare stretch of skin above her slit, her perfect hairless mound, shaved for Daddy.
That’s new. She had a little patch of hair that night at the truck stop and again in the library.
I move down her body, wanting to see all of her before I return to that delta between her legs, where I could lose myself for hours.
At her knees, I lick the curve of her thigh, then slide back up, her limbs falling open for me.
One day, I’ll be able to do this all the time. In the future, this will be how I wake Lily up in the morning and the last thing I do before I tuck us in for the night.
Daddy’s kisses where she likes them the most.
Special kisses for her beautiful pussy.
It’s been too long since I’ve gazed upon her secret wonder, and I reacquaint myself with the delicate folds of her sex. I remember she likes a lick between her pussy lips, and she gasps the same way when I circle her clit.
“We have all evening. There’s no rush here.”
“No?” She smiles as I slide fingers along the wet path I’ve just licked, circling her tight entrance. “Maybe I’m eager to have you inside me. I’ve waited long enough.”
“You’ve been very good.”
“Patient?”
I chuckle and climb up her body, leaving my hand between her legs for her to rub against as I kiss her.
I don’t stop until her lips are swollen and her legs wrap around me, her pussy wet against the length of my cock. In theory, she could roll her hips and take me inside her like this. But there’s no just slipping into a woman who hasn’t done this before.
I rear up between her legs and reach for a condom from the same pack I bought our first night together.
She watches, her lower lip caught between her teeth as I roll the protection down my length, which I then slide between her puffy pussy lips.
She reaches down between us and wraps her hand around mine.
We’re both rubbing the tip between her folds, then dragging it up to her clit.
She moans with each press against her hole, gasping at each flick up.
Those little gasps and moans are the only sound in my house, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.
As we move our bodies together, our hands become slick with her arousal. Her fingers slip around mine to the base of my cock.
In a mix of horror and deeply pleasing perversion, I realize she’s rolling the condom off me with each stroke.
“Lily.” The way I growl her name is a warning.
“Please?” She spreads her legs wide in wanton invitation, her words a dangerous drip of honey. “Just this once. I want to feel you inside me.”
It won’t be just this once. If she gives me a taste of her bare, that will be all I’ll ever want. “I might want to plant my seed there, sweet girl. It’s a dangerous game.”
She shakes her head. “Not dangerous with you. You make me want all sorts of things.” She licks her lips. “But it’s not a good time for that.” She blushes. “I mean, in my cycle.”
Fuck. I buck my hips, letting her get rid of the protection. “You have to be sure.”
“Do you want it?”
I cover her with my entire body, imagining all the ways we’ll do this in our lifetime. “Yes, Lily. I want to be inside you, nothing between us, very much.”
She kisses me this time, hungry nibbles at my mouth, and I work my cock against her tight pussy again.
“Deeper,” she begs as I rub against her entrance. “Just a bit more, Sebastian. I want it.”
“I want it, too. Want to see my cock slide into this sweet pussy so much it hurts, but I can’t hurt you. You gotta be ready. You’re too little, and Daddy’s too big.”
“You’re perfect,” she gasps. “It feels good, I promise.”
“Tell me, then. Tell me what you want.” I feel my control slip away as the warm, wet opening sucks at my cock.
“Fuck me,” she whispers. “Put your cock in me.”
I groan and push in another inch, my balls pulling tight as I watch her pink hole stretch around my girth.
“More,” she pants, but the look on her face tells me she’s not ready.
“No,” I protest.
“Daddy,” she whines, and something inside me snaps. With a grunt, I tip her hips up, changing the angle, but she wraps her legs around my waist before I can stop her.
She cries out as my cock spears into her body. I brace myself against the bed, but it’s done. I’ve buried my cook in her untouched pussy, and I’ve hurt her.
It feels so fucking good.
My tight virgin queen.
My sexy fucking secret.
Mine.
My Lily.
My good girl.
My pure girl, wrapped around my cock.
I roll my hips, forcing myself to ease back. I drag my length out an inch at a time, but it’s not possible to go slowly enough, carefully enough.
She cries out again, a sound perilously close to no, and I freeze with my cock still halfway in her body.
“Shhh,” I croon. I want her to tell me it’s good, but I know it’s not.
“It’s too much.” Her voice catches.
“I know.”
She whimpers and tries to wrap her legs tighter around me, but that moves me inside her, and a tear rolls down her cheek.
I brace myself on my arms and lean in, kissing the tear away. “Don’t move. Just take a minute and breathe. Let me make you feel good.”
“You can’t.”
“I can.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Shhh. Just listen to your body.”
“My body is a lying bitch.”
I grin. “I’ll hold still and kiss you, and you find where it feels good.”
“Nowhere.”
I laugh.
“Don’t laugh!”
“You wanted this.” I lick from one corner of her bottom lip to the other, and on the way back, she sighs and shifts against me.
I lick deeper into her mouth, and she moves again.
She might make me come like this, her tiny movements on the head of my cock, and that’s fine. Even if she makes me come, I can still keep fucking her. As tight as she is, I’ll never lose my erection. Fine by me. I never want to leave her perfect pussy.
When she rolls her hips in a regular pattern, I shift my weight to one arm and use the other hand to touch her all over.
I stroke her breasts, then her side. I squeeze her hip, curving around to her ass and letting my fingers drift between her cheeks.
I rub against the nerve endings there just enough to light a new path of pleasure for her to discover.
She grinds faster against me, and I shift to the other side, squeezing her breast harder this time, then sliding my hand between us. I cover her belly, where I’ll plant my seed, and then lower so my thumb can rub against her clit with each roll of our bodies.
It’s a beautiful, slow start, but suddenly she’s flying, discovering what her body can do, and she cries out my name.
“Sebastian…” It’s music to my ears. Permission, too, and I take over. Matching the rhythm she set, I move in shallow little pulses, finally fucking her.
My cock drags in and out of her virgin pussy, and she loves it.
“It feels good,” she gasps. “Thank God.”
“I wasn’t worried.”
“You’re too old to remember,” she mutters.
I exhale a confession. “It’s been a long time.”
She makes a little sound, a squeak of surprise, and throws her arms around my neck, dragging me in for a kiss. “Good,” she breathes against my mouth. “Welcome back to sex. It’s very good with me.”
I laugh out loud, then groan. Because, oh God, that’s an understatement. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
She nods happily and runs her hands up and down between our bodies, touching me at first, then herself.
The sight of her little hands on her small breasts is enough to undo me. I growl as she squeezes her own flesh.
“Yes?”
I grunt and fuck her harder.
“Oh.” It’s a tiny sound. So fucking hot. Her eyes go wide. “Oh, yes. That.”
Oh.
“Come for me,” I beg at the same time as she tips her head back and cries out, her hands on her tits, my thumb on her clit.
My cock buried to the hilt in her perfect little body.
She gasps, her orgasm in my ear, then falls back against the bed, temporarily drained. She blinks up at me, her eyes wide as she catches her breath. “Don’t stop. I want to feel you come, Daddy.”
The way she says it unleashes the beast inside me.
I growl and let loose, planting my hands on the mattress, my body hunching on top of hers, wild now.
My thighs strain as I drive my hips, burying my cock deep inside her over and over again.
Her wet little cunt is taking me easily now, and I can’t stop myself.
My balls pull tight, the corners of my vision go black, and I grunt out her name as the climax rips out of me.
My hands are clamped to her hips when I come to, and my cock is pulsing in her belly. She’s so fucking little beneath me, and I swear and try to apologize, but she giggles and kisses my face.
“Wow,” she whispers. “That was awesome.”
My heart thumps painfully in my chest. Awesome is one word for it.
Fucking life-changing is another way to put it.
My Lily. My sweet girl. These feelings for her are deeply primal and shock me but in a good way. I feel alive for the first time in a long time. This is the feeling I was chasing on the highway. I was looking for Lily this whole time.
I clean her up and then tuck us under the blankets so she doesn’t get cold. But cuddling only lasts long enough for recovery, and before long, we’re making out again.
I pull her on top of me, all the way up, and after making sure she has a good hold on the headboard, I gently start licking her tender pussy. “You’re not too sore?”
“Nope.” She wriggles above me. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Of course.”
“I was hoping to find you today.”
I pause my careful kissing. “That’s very naughty.”
“Does it make you want to spank me?”
I laugh and gently bite the inside of her thigh. “No.”
She stretches above me in tempting perfection. “What would make Daddy want to spank me?”
I abandon my licking because I have a serious answer. And it makes my cock thicken even more against my thigh. “You not eating dinner.”
“I’ll miss it tonight.” She lets go of the headboard, and I sit up. She immediately rolls over on my lap, presenting her bottom. “I came here knowing I might miss dinner.”
“And how did you feel when you made that decision?”
“Reckless. Wild.” Her body tightens up. “Scared but determined to find you, anyway.”
We can’t have her being scared. I squeeze one firm ass cheek, then the other, and my cock flexes beneath her. “Do you think you should have made a different decision?”
“You think I should wait until the term is over to spend time with you.”
“It would be safest, but I won’t tell you this was a mistake.” I rub her flesh. “But maybe you need a reminder that it’s good to be safe. Would you like a spanking? Because you were reckless instead of being safe, even though we both enjoyed it?”
She shrugs, indifferent teen attitude in full force. “I dunno.”
I give her a light swat, barely a taste. “Honesty, please.”
Her breath hitches, and she shifts in my lap. “I guess it sounds… interesting.”
This time, I bring the flat of my palm down hard on the fleshiest part of her right cheek, instantly turning it red.
“Ouch!”
I rub a gentle circle over what I can imagine is smarting flesh. My hand tingles a bit, too. “How does that make you feel?”
“Like a silly fool,” she mutters. She rocks her hips. “People like that?”
I grin. “I liked it.”
She groans and presses her hips in the air. “Do it again, then.”
“Not if you don’t want it.”
“I do.” She huffs a frustrated breath. “I need it.” Another pause, and then her voice goes silky and pleading. “Daddy.”
Fuck me.
I spank her again, softer this time, and she gasps. “Oh.”
“Maybe I need to remind you why you wanted this. Do you remember?”
“Yes. I should be safe and careful.”
I want to hear the name again. “Yes, Daddy. I should be safe and careful.”
She bobs her head. “Yes, Daddy.”
“If you don’t eat, you get cranky. If you get cranky, you’re more likely to talk back in class.”
“I don’t talk back in class!”
“Because I give you apples.”
She twists in my lap and glares at me. “Seriously?”
“It works.”
“But how—”
“I read your file, remember? And I’m good at reading between the lines.
You aren’t the first kid—” I cut myself off.
“You aren’t the first student to need that kind of care.
But you are the first woman to make me want to be this explicit about it.
And the only woman to be over my knee as we have this conversation, that’s for damn sure. ”
“The apples aren’t for everyone?”
“Of course they are.”
Her lower lip pushes out in a pout. “Okay.”
“Would you rather they were just for you?”
“I don’t know!” She laughs and rolls away from me. I follow, covering her with my body. Eventually, we’ll get to dinner. And then I need to send her scampering back to her dorm room before curfew.
But first, I need to kiss her and show her she is safe, wanted, and adored.