Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Ford
Suddenly Neely is coming in my arms, and if I had any hesitation before about claiming her, it’s gone.
Nothing has ever felt this right. Not even close. I’m so fucking glad I didn’t try this with anyone else—never shared my darkest fantasies with anyone else— because these whispered words don’t feel dark with Neely.
Not here. Not in my bed, not when she’s that responsive to my mouth and my hand over her panties.
My perfect, innocent little girl. My grown-up Neely.
Mine.
My woman. I waited for her, even when I didn’t know it would be her. And now I will be whatever she wants, however she wants, for the rest of her life.
She falls back to the bed, face flushed and eyes bright, then she reaches for me, and we’re kissing again.
My girl likes to stroke her tongue against mine and be a little bossy with her mouth. I haul her on top of me and let her play. My cock strains as she nips at my lower lip and licks at the corner of my mouth before sealing us together again, swallowing my groans.
Against my belly, I feel the damp press of her panties. Her first release has made a mess, and I want to lick it up. Show her how good a mouth can feel on her cunt, and then teach her how to lick Daddy, too.
“Baby, slow down.”
She lifts her head, her mouth swollen and pink. “I like it when you call me baby.”
“Yeah?” Fuck. Good. I grip her hips and guide her ass against my cock. “I’ve wanted you to be my little girl for months now.”
The tip of her tongue peeks out like she’s caught it between her lovely teeth. “Ford?”
“Yeah. . .”
“I want to be naked with you.”
“I want you naked, too. I want to give your sweet pussy a kiss next.”
She wiggles in my grasp. “I want you to be naked, too. First.” She pauses a beat, her eyes sparkling. “Now.”
“Bratty demands, huh?” I lift her off me, her little tits wobbling as she flails her arms and laughs. “Sit here and be a good girl for me, then.”
She kneels beside me and watches my midsection as I notch my thumbs into my sweats and push them down.
My dick pops into view, thick and veiny and shiny at the top from all the eager dripping it’s already done.
“Will you come if I touch it?” Her voice is breathy, her eyes wide, and she smiles when I take her hand and guide her fingers around me.
“Not now. Before, yeah, I thought I might. But Daddy’s calmed down a little.” I hiss as her fingers circle me and give a tentative stroke. “Sort of calm. Ah, yes. Like that.”
“I’ve never. . .” Her face is soft and dreamy. “I like how you feel.”
I prop my arms behind my head. “Then be my guest. Explore away.”
“You’re really big.”
My cock flexes in pride. “Bigger than usual tonight.”
“That seems counterintuitive. I’m really little.”
Another flex.
She giggles. “Come on, that’s not fair.”
“Not fair is that you’re still wearing clothes.”
“Panties,” she whispers, and the spark in her eye promises she knows exactly what the breathy word does to me. Another pearl of pre-come appears at the tip of my cock, and she gasps. “Ford, you’re. . . that’s. . .”
“Keep talking about that little scrap of white cotton protecting your virtue, baby, and there will be more where that drop came from.”
She climbs on top of me, straddling my thighs, then takes my dick in hand again, this time rubbing the shiny tip against her belly, at the waistband of those godforsaken panties.
“All right,” I growl, tossing her onto her back. “That’s enough.”
I kiss her again, slow and patient until she’s panting hard and her nipples are tight diamonds against my chest. Then I work my way down her body and peel her panties down, just enough to get my first look at her precious little cunt.
Wet slick glistens on bare lips, a few days of soft hair growth not hiding an inch of her puffy pussy from my adoring inspection. “You shave this, baby?”
She nods, her cheeks pink as she watches me look at her up close. “Once a week, usually.”
“Can Daddy do it next time?”
She whimpers as she nods again.
I kiss her mound, getting closer to the sweet mess I need in my mouth. “Good girl. I want to make sure you don’t cut yourself.”
“I’m careful,” she whispers. “I go real slow.”
“Does it feel good? To be nice and bare?” My tongue connects with her sticky slit, and I’m a goner from the first taste. “Oh, honey, you taste so good.”
I slide my tongue into the crease of her pussy lips and find her clit, firm and pulsing. As I lick and suck at her bare flesh, my brain cells scatter, and I yank the panties lower, needing them off her so I can see her slit better.
Her pink entrance reveals itself as her thighs fall open, and I taste her there next. Slick spills onto my tongue as I test her tight channel. Tiny. Fuck if I know how my thick, brutish cock will fit into this virgin girl, but damn if that isn’t a fucking turn-on.
I’ll be forced to take my time with her.
It’s for the best, anyway.
I replace my tongue with a single finger and gently circle where she’ll eventually take me with ease before I move my mouth back to her pussy lips and eager clit.
Every few licks, I look up at her, making sure she’s still with me.
Still pink-cheeked and swollen-lipped, her lust-drunk gaze locked on where I’m ravenous for the scent and taste of her sex.
“You taste perfect,” I tell her, my voice rough.
“I want to kiss you again.”
“You’ll taste yourself.”
Her eyes light up. “Is that a warning?”
I prowl up her body, one hand still teasing between her legs. “It’s a promise.”