14. Shy
SHY
SEAN
H er moans were perfect. So was her pretty pussy.
My cock throbbed at the sight of her golden curls glistening with juices. I rubbed my thumb over her swollen clit, feeling her shiver on my lap and whimper when my middle finger massaged her insides.
“ Oh, God ,” she gasped, her fingers clutching my arm that flexed each time I rubbed the spongy sensitive spot inside her soaked pussy.
“Mm, look how pretty she looks,” I purred, pulling my finger out and chuckling at the thick wetness coating it.
Chelsea hid her face in my neck, trying to quiet her little gasps of pleasure, but I was having none of that.
“ Tsk ,” I teased her. “If you don’t admire the view, I won’t make you cum, Princess.”
Her hair tickled my neck as she met my gaze, her doe eyes hooded with lust, and swollen lips pouting at me. I leaned closer and claimed her lips in a soft kiss, humming at the sweet taste of candies and sex. I pressed my lips to hers, caressing her mouth more than kissing it.
“Be a good girl and watch me fuck this pretty cunt,” I said to her, pulling away and adding another finger to her wetness.
She gasped, her thighs trembling as I slowly fingered her, curling my fingers just enough to massage her G-spot. In a few seconds, she was squirming and whimpering in my lap. I knew she was close. I had been teasing her for hours and my pretty girl was tethering to her edge.
“I need…” she trailed off, biting her bottom lip. Her stomach tensed, her walls clenching my fingers.
My watch gleamed with each slow thrust and as much as I wanted to lower the zipper of my pants and top her from the bottom, I wanted to make her cum. I didn’t care about my pleasure. I wanted her to make a mess on my lap like the good Princess she was.
Poor girl was going through so much I doubt she had eaten well or slept in a comfortable place. That’s why I wanted to feed her, make her cum, and do anything she wanted. I was afraid of the power she had over me, and it hadn’t been even a week since we met.
“ I know, Princess,” I said to her, my other hand gliding over her back, soothing her. “Relax for me and let Daddy make you feel good.”
Chelsea hummed, her eyes gleaming with tears.
I kissed her neck, lowering my head to suck on her rushed pulse that throbbed underneath my tongue.
She moaned, her fingers feathering my hair.
I groaned into her skin and pressed my thumb over her clit, building pressure and keeping the same steady rhythm, feeling her walls twitch.
“Cum for Daddy,” I said to her, almost demanding her, and she was such a good fucking girl. She came right away.
I pulled away to see her close her eyes as orgasmic pleasure washed over her trembling body.
She looked blissful as if she was floating in the clouds.
The scent of her sex was heady, the sound of wet squelches surrounding us as I kept fingering her, trailing out her orgasm until she was limp in my arms, her legs trembling.
“Good girl,” I whispered to her, running my hand through her hair. “My good girl.”
My fingers were glistening with her pleasure. My cock twitched when I brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean, tasting her. I groaned, licking my fingers before pulling them out.
I wanted to eat her out.
I found her watching me with half-lidded eyes and red cheeks. I raised my brow, and she hid her face in my chest, making me laugh.
“Why are you hiding your face?” I pulled her closer, rubbing her back and legs. She was adorable. I wanted to keep her forever.
Calm down .
“I feel shy.” Her voice was muffled as she spoke into my shirt, probably sniffing my fabric softener.
I fixed her dress, so she would feel less shy and asked, “Why do you feel shy, Princess?” I couldn’t stop touching her. Playing with her hair, rubbing her back and kneading her soft skin. I wanted to kiss and imprint on every single detail about her.
I was planning to make her cum again for being so good, but she seemed too embarrassed.
Next time .
“I don’t know,” she replied, trying to cover her face with her hair.
I relaxed on the couch and settled her comfortably on me. I liked her weight and warmth on me more than I should have. Here, in my arms, on my lap, she felt so small and adorable and perfect. I wanted to tuck her in my pocket and hide her from the world.
“It’s okay, Princess.” I kept my voice soft and asked, “Let me know if you feel uncomfortable, hm?”
Chelsea shifted in my arms and finally lifted her head and looked at me. Her expression was different. Mascara smudged on the corner of her glassy eyes that felt distant.
“Why are you being so nice?” She asked, her tone angry. Like she was accusing me of something.
She wasn’t being a brat, and that confused me.
“Did I do something wrong, Princess?” I asked. Maybe the spanking is too much for her? “Something you didn’t like?”
“No!” She leaned back and even though I wanted to pull her back to keep touching her, I gave her the space she needed. She sighed and ran her hand through her hair, “I just… you’re being awfully sweet.”
“So you want me to be rough with you, Princess?” I raised my brow. “Make you kneel and lick off the mess you made on my pants, hm?”
Her eyes widened and lips parted as she looked down at the small puddle of wetness on my thighs. I watched her lick her lips and swallow at the sight of my bulge.
I was surprised when she kneeled and tucked her hair behind her ears before leaning close.
My eyes widened, and I stopped her. This girl. “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to, Daddy.” Her eyes flicked up to me. “Please?”
How the fuck can a sane person say no to that?
“You ruined my pants with your sweet mess, Princess.” My voice was low when I pulled her closer by her hair and said, “ Go on . Lick it off like a good girl.”
I couldn’t see her face, but I noticed her breathing increase as she shuffled even closer and slowly licked a strip of her glistening wetness from my thigh.
Loosening my hold on her hair, I watched her clean her mess with her pink tongue and the occasional bob of her throat when she swallowed. I balled a fist, seeing her dress inch high and the flash of pink skin of her ass.
She had taken her spanking so well. My palm had stung once we were done, but I thought she would say the safe word and I would end the night with aftercare and pumping myself in the shower.
But the sight of her ass made me want to manhandle her.
Fuck me. I could bend her over the couch and make a mess on her?—
Control yourself, Sean .
When she was done, Chelsea sat back on her heels, peering up at me. She was turned on and I knew if I made her lift her dress, she’d be wet. And my filthy Princess wanted more. She needed to follow orders and earn her praise.
How can I ever let her go?
“You missed a spot,” I said darkly and held her head by her hair, keeping my grip gentle and bringing her face close to the inner thigh where she had cum.
She whimpered before licking it off and sighed when I let her go. “I want to?—”
“What, Princess?”
Her eyes were glazed and even after her orgasm, she was horny as fuck. I loved it.
Her gaze flickered to my crotch, at my boner, and said, “I want to suck your cock, Daddy.”