Chapter Eight
Mitch
Trying to organize food when the sexiest woman I’d ever met—yes, that was a fact—was lying on the floor in sinfully short pajamas, long socks, and concentrating on a task to please me, was not easy.
I read the heating instructions five times on the veggie flan and then decided we’d have it cold.
Everything cold. Like a picnic. Because I couldn’t fucking concentrate.
I adjusted my hard-on in my jeans and drank a glass of water. She was eager for my touch and hungry for my kisses, which was a good start. But if I was going to make her come, properly, then I’d have to take it slow…until she was begging for it and she’d gone past the point of return.
An orgasm was the only outcome.
I tried to walk as casually as I could with a semi and scooped up the remote, sat on the sofa. We’d eat later. My appetite was for other things.
With a click, the TV came on, and I found the highlights of the day’s tennis and turned the volume to low. But I couldn’t even concentrate on the rhythmic back and forth of the ball or the scoreboard.
Amy’s shorts revealed the lower curve of her cute-as-hell ass cheeks; her legs were long for someone not very tall, she was perfectly proportioned. And with those kinky bloody socks pulled up to her knees, it was all I could do not to crawl down to the carpet, flip her over, and fuck her.
Not yet.
Maybe not at all tonight.
I needed to gauge this just right.
“How’s it going?” I asked.
“Good, I have the corners, come see.”
I kneeled next to her, my face close to hers. “Good job.” Again I ran my hand down her back to her ass and then the tops of her thighs.
She hitched in a breath.
“Keep going, find the next piece.”
She did as I’d asked, her fingers hovering. Her nails were painted pale pink.
“You’re better at this than you thought,” I said quietly. “Really good at it. Look how much you’ve done already.” I slipped my hand beneath the top of her pajamas and stroked the flesh in the hollow of her spine, gentle circles that created a tremble beneath my fingertips.
Her breaths were shallow, her body tense.
“Relax,” I said beside her ear. “Just relax for me.”
After a long exhale, her shoulders fell away from her ears by an inch or so.
I smiled and adjusted my position. Jeans had been a mistake. “Keep going, make Daddy proud.”
“I’ll try.”
The tennis continued, and so did my exploration of her back, my fingers stroking the well of her spine and around to the soft side portions of her breasts. I hadn’t got up close and personal with her lovely tits yet, but I would. Soon.
Now she had the sides of the puzzle done. I peered over her shoulder. “Good girl, that’s great.”
“Thank you.” Her voice was a breathy whisper.
Excellent. She was ready for more.
Again I massaged her ass cheeks, gentle then firm, then just a fingertip exploring the cleft between them. I kept going, until I was between her legs, the heat of her pussy burning onto me. I pressed, feeling her dampness on the thin strip of material and the plump lips I wanted more of.
I held in a groan. This was way slower than my cock was demanding. Tough luck, dick. My woman needed this extra time.
“Mitch,” she murmured. “I…”
“Shh, don’t talk. I know what you need.”
I slipped the shorts over her ass and to her knees.
Exposing the pale orbs of her buttocks. Jesus give me strength, they were beautiful.
And then I tipped over to kiss her ass. Her soft flesh tasted of fruity shower gel and was like silk against my lips.
Purposefully, I let my stubble scrape, knowing the sensation would heighten her arousal.
“Oh God,” she moaned and let her forehead fall to her hands.
“Keep puzzling,” I ordered.
She picked up another piece and looked at it. I had no idea if she saw it, though.
I continued to kiss her ass. Would I ever get enough of her? Impossible to say at this stage, but I wanted more. More and more.
Setting one hand on her left ass cheek and the other on her right, I eased them apart, revealing the tight pucker of her asshole.
She gasped then trembled, her lower legs crossing. “Oh…”
Fuck, to enter her there. Shove my cock in deep.
Had she done that before? I’d wager not.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmured, “every tiny detail, there’s no part of you I don’t want.
” I leaned forward and kissed her asshole.
Not just a peck, I buried my face between her ass cheeks and tongued her there.
“Oh my…I…Mitch.” Her body tensed then shook, but she didn’t buck away.
I licked upward from her cute hole, through her cleft and then to her lower back, shoving her top up to her shoulders so it was bunched around her neck. I was greedy for her but I wanted her greedier for me.
“You taste so fucking incredible,” I murmured. “Have you any idea how sexy you are? How fucking desirable you are? You’re enough to ruin a man for all other women.”
“I am not, I—”
“Believe it,” I said sternly. “I’m your daddy and I don’t tell lies. You’re really fucking sexy and you deserve to be told that, you deserve to have a man, me, adore you and bring you pleasure. You got that?”
She held two pieces of puzzle, one in each hand, but didn’t appear to be doing anything with them.
“Got that?”
“Yes, yes, Daddy. Oh…” A juddering sigh when I clasped her left buttock.
Good. I had her attention now. She was mine. All mine.
I kneeled at her side again and caressed her shoulders, back, and ass. She squirmed, opened her legs as if inviting me in, and pointed her toes impatiently.
But I took my damn time. If she was dripping onto the carpet when I got around to I fingering her, all the better.
Not that my dick agreed. My dick wanted to sink deep and bang out a quick one, no questions asked.
Eventually, I stroked up her inner thighs and tickled over her wet pussy lips.
Again she dropped her head to the floor with a small moan.
I let her. Now was the time for her to go in on herself. Concentrate on sensation and nothing else.
Because we weren’t moving from the floor until she’d come.
That was a damn certainty. I wasn’t a quitter, and I owed her one.
But I was on a go-slow. No fast penetration for my little girl, she needed to be tormented and teased until she was begging for it.
And I would have her begging.
“Your pussy is so pretty,” I said. “Perfect.”
“Mitch, I…” She went to sit up.
“No, stay down there.” I set my hand on her back and forced her to the carpet, not rough but not gentle either. “Lie there, do as you are told.”
She gasped and curled her hands into fists beside her turned head. Her eyes were closed and her mouth parted.
“I’m giving you what you need, and you’re going to take it,” I said. “So stay there like a good little girl. Stay there, take what I’m giving you.”
Finally, I entered her pussy, just one finger, knuckle-deep, and stayed lodged in her wet heat.
She moaned and arched her spine.
But she couldn’t go far. I kept her pressed into the floor. This was happening, no two ways about it.
“You like that, huh,” I said. “How about this?” I slipped another finger into her wet tightness and hooked the tips against her puffy soft walls and rubbed the ridged spot of flesh I found there.
“Oh…I…yes…”
“And it’s just going to get better, you’re going to like it so much,” I said in a stern voice. “So forget about everything except what I’m doing to this greedy pussy of yours.” I half pulled out then drove in again, as deep as I could go. Rubbed that special place that had her stiffening.
She moaned, a guttural sound that told me I’d hit her internal hot spot just right.
How had no one found her buttons before? She was so damn responsive.
I steeled my resolve to have her writhing through a climax before the end of the tennis match and began to slowly fuck her with my fingers. Quiet wet noises accompanied each movement, and her skin flushed from her shoulders to her ass cheeks.
“So wet and juicy for me,” I said. “For my fingers.”
“What…are you going to…?”
She tried to sit again, but once more I pinned her to the floor. “Am I going to what?”
“Fuck me, your cock…I…”
“No, you’re not getting my cock, little girl, you get my fingers. Now concentrate, this is what Daddy wants from you.”
“Oh, but I…”
I pressed my lips to her temple. “Stop thinking and feel or you’ll be over my knee for a spanking before you get any more of this.” I pumped my fingers the way I’d pump my cock if I was fucking. Firm, deep strokes that promised no stopping.
She groaned long and low. I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d sped up or the idea of a spanking had hit another button in her psyche.
Fuck, I should have ditched my jeans before starting this. Touching Amy when wearing denims was bloody uncomfortable.
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Amy
Heaven help me, I was being held hostage in the sweetest most torturous of ways. Pinned to the floor and being finger-fucked by some goddamn maestro who was playing my body like a fine instrument.
How did he know about that sweet spot inside me? My vibe could find it, but no man had, and now…oh now he was ramming into me, two, three fingers, and pushing me to the point of explosion. Each time he entered he rubbed over that place that made me want to pee then orgasm.
“You will come, Amy,” he said gruffly. “Even if we have to do this all night.” He was breathless. He was pumping in and out of me. A goddamn jackhammer. There was real energy behind his movements. “Don’t think I’m gonna stop, right, this is all for you, take it.”
Thoughts tried to tumble into my brain. The tennis, work, food, but I fought them away. This was the closest I’d ever been to an orgasm with a guy, and I wasn’t going to let that thread of hope escape me. I battled to regain my concentration, harness that delicious pressure growing in my pelvis.
I squirmed to the left but found myself prisoner, his dominant, steely hold giving me nowhere to go.
He was right. I did have to take this. He was so determined.
Sweat popped on my brow. I curled my toes and arched my spine. I was so wet, leaking into his palm, onto the carpet, too, most likely. And the energy it was ballooning, expanding. My entire pelvis a catapult about to release. I opened my mouth, panting, gasping, no words forming.
“Come for Daddy!” he said.
I held my breath; the point of no return was so close. Oh, if he stopped now I’d die, I was sure of it. “Oh…Oh…Oh…”
“Come!”
I did. It almost caught me by surprise it was so swift and strong once it did decide to release. My body convulsed. I cried out and spasmed around his fingers. My fists balled so tight my fingernails dug into my palms and bright lights flashed behind my closed eyelids.
He kept on going, no letup, finding every last drip and shred of pleasure in my pussy.
My pulse thudded in my ears, my heart clattered. My hips had taken on a life of their own, writhing on and off his fingers, bucking and bowing.
“That’s my, baby girl,” he said, finally slowing but staying deep. “You did it.”
He leaned over me and nibbled my left earlobe. “You’ve made me so proud, you’re such a clever girl.”
“Oh…I…never thought.”
“You just needed the right guy,” he said, withdrawing from my pussy and trailing his wet fingers over my ass cheeks. “And turns out, that’s me.”
I opened my eyes, surprised at the brightness in the room.
“Come here?” He pulled up my shorts then gathered me close.
I blinked a few times as he lifted me onto his lap, on the sofa, and curled his arms around me.
“You have the sweetest, most responsive body,” he murmured, then tilted my chin to look into my eyes. “Never ever think there is anything wrong with you, there isn’t. You’re perfect.”