Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Henry
I barely recognize the words coming out of my mouth, but the last few weeks have unlocked something dark and wonderful between us. The rules have changed.
And most importantly, Summer wants me to be crude. It fires her up. Me, too.
My whole adult life, I didn’t think I had the same kind of intense sexual desires I’ve heard other people talk about. Turns out, I was waiting for the right little girl to spark my inner monster so I could tell her to open her wet little mouth for Daddy’s big, dripping cock.
But even as I hold her down and think about how much I fucking want that, I’m not that guy.
Not before she gets her orgasm. I want her mouth, but I want to give her mine first.
I let go of her and climb off the bed, ignoring her howl of protest. I catch her ankle with my hand—my fingers wrap all the way around her delicate little joint—and haul her to the edge of the mattress, where I kneel down.
“What—” Summer gasps as her legs fall open. “Wait, Henry. . .”
I stop immediately, one hand still on her ankle, the other hovering beside her hip. “What?”
“What are you doing?”
I grin. “I forgot my manners. Ladies first.”
“Oh, but—” Even in the dim moonlight, I can see she’s blushing furiously. “I didn’t shave?”
“So?” I brush her damp curls. “This is fucking sexy, Summer. Don’t think for a second it isn’t.”
“Oh.”
“Did you think you should?”
“It seems. . . popular. I was thinking about it.”
“Yeah?”
“Would you like it?” She asks it so fucking shyly.
“Like? Sure. Prefer? No.” I graze the edge of where her pubic hair starts, loving how sensitive she is.
“You can do whatever you want. I think you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, so I swear it doesn’t matter.
I mean, my mouth is watering right now. But if you want to shave, I’ll be hungry for you then, too. ”
“Would you help me?” She’s panting now, horniness rolling off her in waves.
“If you want me to.”
“I want you to do everything.”
“Right now, all I want to do is eat this sweet little pussy, exactly as it is.”
She moans and squeezes her eyes shut. A trickle of moisture slides out of her, a delicious-looking drop of goodness. I lean in and gently lap it up with my tongue. It’s as good as I thought, sweet and precious and earthy. She cries out, and my whole body throbs in response.
“You have to tell me you want me to do this, Summer,” I growl out the words. “Tell me to lick your pussy again.”
“More.” She licks her lips, eyes still squeezed shut. “Henry, lick me again. Please.”
I close in, kissing her wet, sticky flesh with a soft, broad tongue.
She smells like heaven, a musky goddess scent I never want to wash off my skin.
As she trembles beneath my mouth, I use my thumbs to stroke her outer lips, encouraging her to bloom for me.
More of that delicious juice floods out of her as her flesh swells in response to my ministrations.
She throbs, too. I can feel it through her clit, through the trembling pulses of her inner lips, connected to that untouched entrance.
Her tiny, tight hole. I lick around it, then test how far she likes my tongue inside her, where she tastes so fucking fresh it hurts my soul a little that I’m doing this.
I’m a dirty old man obsessed with his friend’s daughter. Obsessed with his ward, the young woman entrusted to his care. I’ve jacked off in the shower thinking about her sweet scent on my sheets, and now I’m on my knees, licking up every drop of her innocent arousal.
I’m going to make her come, I realize as she shakes beneath my mouth.
She likes the way I’m devouring her and doesn’t that feed the monster inside me. She’ll like it even more when it’s your fingers and your cock.
A million different ways to take her scroll through my mind. I could turn her over and lick her tight asshole. Get my mouth on her tits again and fuck her with my fingers.
Do this, but when she’s sleeping.
Do this, but downstairs in the shop.
Do this, but when she’s studying—
“Henry, oh, Henry!” Her whole body convulses when I latch on to her clit, and it only takes a few steady sucks for her to go off. I soften my hold on her, gently rolling my tongue with the clutching waves rocking through her pussy.
She’s shivering and grinning when I lift my head. “Wow.”
“Good?”
“Amazing.”
I kiss her knee. “Put your clothes back on.”
“You promised me a blow job lesson!”
“I’m fine.”
“But my mouth is empty, Henry, and that is not fine.” She rises up on her knees and gives me a stern look that is cute as fuck. “Unless you want to distract me with something else.”
No.
I’m clinging to taking this at the slowest possible fucking pace, given that all I want to do is pin her down and breed her. But I’m done pretending we aren’t going to eventually do everything. And my balls are so full it hurts.
I stand up, then think better of looming over her. It’s better if she’s on top for this.
“Move over, then. You’ll fit between my legs. . .” I groan as she moves, so fucking eager, and kneels in the perfect position to take my cock in her mouth once I’m stretched out on the bed.
All I need to do is tug down my sweatpants and finally show her the cock that wants to break her in two.
Are you going to fuck me?
I swallow against that overwhelming need and take her hand in mine. Together we grab the waistband of my pants and push it down. My cock bobs into view, and the delighted gasp Summer lets out will be burned into my memory forever.
“Oh,” she breathes as she reaches for him, and he twitches at the first agonizing stroke of her soft fingertips against my needy flesh. “You’re so big.”
“You have little hands.” Fuck, just saying that out loud instead of in my darkest fantasies has a thick bead of come pearling at the tip, and Summer’s eyes go wide.
“You’re. . . Is that. . .”
“It’s pre-come. It helps get me all slick, makes it easy to stroke me.”
“Can I touch it?”
The wonder in her voice makes my balls pull tight, and more slick appears. She’ll have me coming just from talking about giving me a handy. “Yes, baby. Touch it all you want.”
She strokes her fist up to the crown, then lets go, and my cock throbs, waving in the air. She giggles as she realizes it won’t stay put for her to touch just the tip, so she gets two hands involved, and I groan at the extra sensation.
And that’s before she leans in.
Her hair tumbles down around her shoulders, brushing against my belly, covering her face. She giggles and pushes the tangled strands away from her face.
“This is hard to coordinate,” she says.
I smooth the hair off her face, gathering it in a ponytail that I hold behind her head. She makes a pleased sound when she goes to swallow more of me and can't move because of my unexpectedly firm grip.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
She shakes her head. “I like it. You’ve got me trapped here.”
My brain stutters over sweet, innocent Summer enjoying a bite of pain. A bit of tight control. It casts the way she gasped when I pinned her to the bed in a whole new light.
There's something so immediately sexual about her. She's been showing me this all summer, that she wants this—that she needs it. She craves it. She is a wholly formed woman with desires as real and complex as my own. That through some sort of miracle might just match my own desires.
Because I want nothing more than to hold her pretty little head still and pump my hips. Fill her mouth.
But not now, not the first time she’s doing this.
Her breath is hot against my wet tip as she strokes little exploring circles around the head.
“Lick it,” I say hoarsely. “Don’t be afraid to make it extra wet. That will help when you take it in your mouth. I’ll like it if you get a little sloppy. You can play with it, too. Have fun.”
She sticks her tongue out, tasting the pre-come carefully, then swipes it around again, this time leaving a wetter trail than before. I groan at how good the contact feels, how sweet her innocent little mouth is. How pure this exploration feels.
Then she parts her lips wider, her tongue leading the way, and the edges of my vision go dark because I’m in her mouth. She’s wet and hot, a little unsure, and fuck fuck fuck, I’m going to blow.
“Pull off, Summer,” I groan, but she’s going lower, and my cock nudges the top of her mouth, then the back, where the texture is different, and it feels like her pussy. I’m in her body, my hips don’t fucking care what hole it is, and I catch her head with both hands, holding her still.
Right on the edge of disaster, I carefully ease her almost all the way off. Her eyes are wide, watching me the whole time as I push her back onto my length.
Her lips are stretched wide, sealed around me, and goddamn it, I’m going to fucking fill her innocent little mouth any second now.
“Swallow.” My voice is hoarse as I give her the one-word command.
She gulps around my dick, and that does it. I’ve wanted the pulse of her tongue against the underside of my cock since the day she walked into my barbershop.
The first spurt takes her by surprise. I can see it in her eyes. There’s an edge of panic, but then her mouth works again, and she’s lapping it up, every drop I have for her, and I’m thrusting deeper, shooting straight down her throat.
Daddy’s come, deep in his baby girl’s belly.
I’m shaking when she slides her mouth off, my cock still thick and shiny from her spit and my come. She rests her head on my massive thigh and gives me a happy smile. “Yummy,” she murmurs, and fuck if I don’t get half-hard again.
I stroke her cheek. “I lost it there. I’m sorry. You were such a good girl, taking it like that. Letting me. . .”
“Fuck my mouth?” She smiles.
I reach down and grab her, lifting her up on top of my body. “You’re a wonder, Summer. God, I don’t know what I did to deserve you showing up here and making me so happy. Now go to sleep.”
Her soft giggle is followed by a contented sigh, followed shortly after by the smooth, long breaths of unconsciousness.
Daddy’s come, deep in his baby girl’s belly.
Fuck.