Chapter 7 #2
“You going to feed daddy, little girl?” She was barely breathing as she stared up at me.
Her pretty, pink tongue swiped her top lip, and I had to force myself not to bend and taste her.
“Use your big girl words for me, Jessie. You going to feed daddy?” I asked, settling down on the ground, kneeling in front of her. She nodded and swallowed.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I winked. “Open,” I demanded, lightly patting her knees.
She did as I asked, spreading her legs to accommodate the size of me.
I pulled her ass closer to the edge of the couch, then lowered my head and breathed her in deeply.
The scent of sweet feminine desire filled my lungs, and I swear I could have lived the rest of my fucking days off her smell.
Sweet. Tangy. Clean and womanly. My mouth watered knowing I was going to be the first, and only if I had anything to say about it, who would taste her.
Touch her.
Have her.
Her fingers moved into my hair, nails dragging against my scalp, making me shiver. “Shawn,” she squeaked, and I looked up at her.
“Take these off.” I pulled on the bottoms of her pajama pants, and her lips parted in a perfect little o.
“You want to stop, princess?” It would kill, but I’d stop if she needed me to. I wasn’t in any kind of hurry. We had the rest of our lives. She shook her head, giving me mercy I didn’t deserve. I forced myself not to smile but frown at her.
“Words, sweetheart. Daddy needs you to use your words to give you exactly what you want.”
“I don’t want to stop.”
“Good. So, if you don’t want to stop, what do you need to do right now for me, baby?” I questioned, drawing out the moment like a fucking tease.
She squirmed and then, without having to be told twice, she started to tug on her pajama pants, lifting her hips to pull her pants down, and I helped once they reached her knees.
The sight of her neatly-trimmed dark curls, pussy lips glistening with arousal, made my knees buckle.
“Fuck,” I cursed, pulling her legs open wider, resting her feet on the edge of the couch.
“Look at you. Jesus, you’re perfect, Jessie.” My voice was low and scratchy.
“Shawn,” she moaned, writhing against the couch. I dropped my face down and kissed her belly, letting my tongue swirl around her pretty belly button. Goddamn, every fucking inch of her was perfection.
“What, baby girl?” The pads of my fingers ran up and down the back of her thighs. Goose bumps covered every inch of skin exposed to me. Her soft tummy trembled with desperate need. “You need something from daddy, Jessie girl?”
“You,” she moaned. “I need… I need you, Daddy.” She dropped her head onto one of the pillows as her chest rose and fell.
“Take your pretty tits out for me. Let me watch you play with them while I eat, princess.” Her hands shook as they rose, pulling the tight black cotton material of her little camisole down, urging the tiny spaghetti elastic straps to stretch as she pulled out one tit, then the next.
My Adam’s apple bobbed heavily, almost painfully. I knew she was beautiful. Perfect even. But her tits? Jesus! An atheist would do a double take at those breasts and re-think the possibility of a higher power, someone or something that could have possibly had a hand in creating such beauty.
I’d never been so torn in my life about what to do next.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to taste first, her nipples or pussy.
Either way, I needed to make this good for her.
It wasn’t about me. This was her first time experiencing a man’s touch, a man’s gaze on her naked flesh, and I would make sure to make it a memory she looked back at happily.
Wantonly. Make her addicted to what my mouth and fingers and soon my cock could do to her.
I leaned forward, peppering a kiss over the swelling of the top of her right breast before kissing around her dark areola, loving how that already formed nipple tightened further before taking it between my lips and sucking.
“Oh god,” she cried.
“Not god,” I grunted, laving at the turgid peak with the flat of my tongue.
“Daddy,” she sighed, her cute little toes curling beside me. A moment later, she almost undid me with a mere gentle touch. Jessie’s fingers ran through my hair, and I shit you not, it made a tingle run through me from head to toe.
Fuck, that felt good.
Not just her calling me that but her touch.
My beard dragged against her breast. Her hips bucked, and the hand not holding her tit to my mouth pressed on her tummy. “Still,” I growled, nipping at the hard tip.
“Oh yes!” she hissed. I moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention.
She stilled like the good girl she was, and my hand moved down, stroking between her thighs, teasing her entrance with the pads of my middle finger before starting to slip it inside.
Little by little, my breathing jagged as I sucked and licked her precious tits.
She was so fucking tight, I growled against her nipple, and she pressed her tit closer to me.
“Oh. Please, yes, that feels… oh god,” she moaned a little louder. “Shawn.” I pulled it out and dipped in deeper, stretching her tight little pussy with just my finger.
“Shawn.” She bucked. “Daddy! I think… I think I’m going to…” Her voice cracked, and I smiled against her tit.
“Come for me, pretty baby. Come for daddy while he sucks on your pretty tits and can barely squeeze a finger into your tight little virgin pussy.” She bucked harder, taking my finger all the way.
Wetness and velvety heat sucked on my finger.
I let her nipple go with a pop as I stared down at her in awe.
“Fuck yourself on my finger. Show me how much you want daddy, princess.” She did as I asked, giving me hell of a show.
Unable to hold back as the scent of her sex enveloped me, I started my descent down her sexy-as-sin curvy body until I was right where I wanted to be.
Watching her little hole stretch around my finger was almost obscene.
My cock wept to get inside her, to see that fucker between her thighs.
She wasn’t ready for that yet, though. I looked up at her, her hooded gaze on me as I kissed the tops of her thighs and then the insides of them.
“I need more,” she whispered, and I swallowed.
“Going to eat you now, baby girl. If it’s too much or you want a break, all you have to do is tell me to stop, and we will.”
“I won’t,” she promised, biting down on her bottom lip, her lower body undulating in front of me like a fucking goddess.
“Please, I need you, Daddy,” she begged beautifully, and who the fuck was I to ever deny her?
Without taking my stare from hers, I licked her.
Holy fucking hell, she tasted incredible.
Mine. Mine. Mine, my heart, body, and soul chanted over and over as I ate her pussy like it was a dying man’s last meal. She was so pink and swollen. Sweet. Taking my finger deeper and deeper into her willing body. Dripping honey, making it easier to slide in and out of her.
“More. I need more,” she whined.
“I got you, baby girl.” Sweat started to form on my brow.
“Don’t be gentle, Daddy. I can handle it.” Fuck, she was going to kill me. That sweet mouth and those innocent eyes pleading for more, for me to be as rough as I was dying to get with her to make sure she’d be able to take me sooner than later.
“You want it harder?”
“Yes.” She bucked. Her back arched.
“You want more? Another finger, baby girl?” I taunted, and she nodded.
When I added a finger into her wet heat, the two of us groaned simultaneously. I started to lick her as her sex pulled on my fingers, so fucking tight it was a fucking wonder they didn’t snap. Jesus, if this was how two fingers felt, she’d have my dick in a chokehold.
“Oh god, yes. More!” I started to move my fingers deeper, careful of not breaking her hymen.
“Go, baby, give it to me.” I swirled my tongue around her swollen little clit, pulling it between my lips. “Come for daddy,” I groaned around her pearl.
I felt the moment her body couldn’t take any more, mere seconds before she started to moan and cry out my name. Louder and louder, the two of us so fucking gone in the moment, we didn’t care about anyone hearing us. Not that I gave a shit.
I wasn’t a jealous man; I was a territorial one.
Let them know Jessie’s daddy was taking care of every single one of her needs. She’d never require anyone else but me. I’d make sure of it.
Her pussy sucked and convulsed around my fingers as wetness gushed from her body.
Holy fucking shit, she had already been perfect; now she was like a god damn unicorn.
Jessie was a squirter! I would make it my mission in life to have her do that as much as humanly possible.
I wrung out her pleasure for as long as possible until she was too sensitive for more.
“Shawn.” Her hand held my wrist, and I grinned up at her.
I could only imagine how I looked to her.
Her wetness and honey coating my lips and beard.
Sweat dripping down my hairline and neck.
I was probably flushed as fuck. I’d expected my sweet princess to be shy after coming.
But instead, she pounced on me so fast and unexpectedly, I went back on my hunches with the brunt of her weight but didn’t fall completely back.
I wrapped my arms around her middle a moment before she attacked my mouth without hesitation about tasting herself.
And fuck, just like that, I was ready to come, my erection tenting the front of the pajama pants obscenely.
“Baby,” I groaned, but she pushed me back, and I let myself lie on the ground, loving the feel of her curvy body on top of mine.
“That was just… wow…” Her hands reached for my dick, but I held both her wrists with one hand. Jessie’s eyes rose to mine with confusion. “You don’t want to…” The words hung between us for a beat as my brain and heart argued about what the right thing do from here would be.
“I do, baby. I fucking do.” Using my hand to guide her, I let her stroke me for a moment, two. “You can feel how fucking much I want you to.” I swallowed roughly.
“You’re big,” she noted, her eyes pinned on my cock. “Throbbing.” The awe and wonder in her voice were clear as day. “You’re hard for me.”
“Only for you, Jessie.” My nose flared. “You’re it for me, princess. Forever.”
“Oh god.” She melted, giving me more of her weight as I stroked her back. “How can you expect me to want to stop when you say stuff like that?” she whimpered before leaning forward and kissing me again.
A kiss that had me a weak, weak man.
A kiss that quickly got out of hand, making my head spin.
How did this inexperienced princess kiss me in a way that demolished my control?
She was a natural. My very own little sex kitten.
And I was the one who got the privilege of watching her grow and blossom.
Thrive around me. We rolled over until my body hovered over hers.
“Not yet,” I rasped, half demand, half begging her.
“Why?” she pouted like a pretty, little bratty princess I knew only I would be privileged to ever see.
My dick strained and shouted at me as it asked why not, too. Jessie wasn’t to be ignored; she shimmied her body so it would nestle right between her legs, the heat of her body even hotter now that my own pajama pants were the only barrier between us.
“Jessie,” I tried to warn, but again, it sounded like a guttural moan.
“Please,” she softly whimpered. “I want you, Daddy.”
“You’re a virgin,” I said out loud, more to remind myself to keep some semblance of control. The whole night had been paved with nothing but good intentions.
Good intentions that were going straight to hell.
What was supposed to be an innocent movie night with matching pajamas, pizza that would be delivered in less than an hour, and ice cream sundaes waiting in the freezer had been sent flying, along with my self-control.
“I want you to be my first. My only, Shawn. Please—“
“Fuck.” I forced myself to get off her, and before she could protest, I picked her up, carrying my princess like a groom would his bride before standing her up and pressing my forehead against hers. “This is supposed to be our first date. This was supposed to be about you.”
“It is,” she whispered. “And this is more like our eleventh date.”
“How do you figure?” I asked like a weak man looking for a goddamn loophole.
“Every meal we’ve shared. Every time it’s just us.” She stroked my chest with the short tips of her fingernails. “Every moment with you is special… like a date.”
“Baby,” I muttered. She was going to kill me with her sweetness.
“Please,” she pleaded, her dark brown eyes set on mine, silently begging me for this. To take her, her virginity, rip through the cherry she’d kept safe and claim her for the rest of our days. I swallowed and nodded.
When I stepped back, she looked like she was about to protest but didn’t when she realized I was kicking off my pajama pants.
I closed the small amount of space I’d put between us slowly.
Every nerve inside my body, from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head and everything in between, was on edge.
My skin felt like it was pulled too tightly over my body as my cock pulsed, pointing upward, bouncing off my stomach as I neared her.
My hands skimmed the hem of her camisole, and without saying a word, from either of us, I pulled it up and over her head, letting it join my discarded sleep pants.
I picked her up, and Jessie wrapped her legs around my middle as my hands held on to her glorious ass as I walked us straight to our bedroom.
Because if she was going to beg me to take her virginity and claim her as my own as I worshipped her from head to toe, I was going to do it as right as possible.