Chapter 13
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Icouldn’t kiss her. Not on her mouth.
I wanted to, oh god, I desperately wanted to. But I’d never kissed a woman on the mouth. When I was seven, my first foster father told me that kissing was only for people who deserved love.
I didn’t deserve love. I knew nothing about it. Wasn’t made for it. I was a poor foster kid from the wrong side of the tracks who’d lucked out with hockey. I didn’t know how.
So I couldn’t kiss Lucy, even if the temptation of her lips as they sought mine destroyed me.
I’d fantasized about them for so long, they haunted my dreams. But if I let the little troublemaker kiss me, and she didn’t mean it, there’d be no coming back from that.
She was mine, but I also knew she was young and exploring, and as much as it killed me—and I’d almost killed that poor fucker over it—I may not be hers.
Call me a coward, call me a chump, but when this ended—and it would end—I needed to keep myself whole. So, no kissing on the lips.
But everywhere else?
Hell, I’d kiss her, bite her, mark her everywhere like the animal I apparently was.
Starting with the cunt that was calling to me and begging to be eaten.
Grabbing her dress by the waist, I pulled on the seams until it ripped open, revealing thick, round, curvy thighs and…
A bare, shaved cunt. No underwear, no nothing.
She hadn’t had panty lines, but I hadn’t considered she’d forgone underwear tonight.
And another man could’ve seen it.
“You bad girl,” I told her as I unwrapped the bandage from around my hand. “You’ve been walking around like this all night? Nothing covering this sweet pussy?”
And before I could think better of it, remind myself that she was a virgin, I’d delivered a hard slap to her wet cunt, right over the clit that was already peeking out from underneath its hood, leaving blood behind. It wasn’t quite the bloody handprint, but it would have to do.
Lucy screamed.
“That hurt?” I asked her in a low, thick voice that didn’t sound like mine.
“Yes,” she said on a moan. “It hurt so good.”
“Good,” I said. “Because you’re never walking around like this again, where anyone can catch a glimpse of my pussy. You hear me, sweetheart? Or next time I will kill someone.”
My pussy.
My everything.
Mine.
I delivered another slap for good measure, leaving another trail of blood. Her whole body rocked, wetness seeping out, sex and sunshine filling the air and making my cock so hard my slacks strangled it.
Lucy must have been watching it, because her eyes—those saucy, confident, take no prisoners eyes—grew round, dark, and hazy with desire.
“Yeah, he’s hard for you, troublemaker.” I murmured. “And I promise you’re going to become intimately acquainted with him. But for now, daddy wants to eat.”
I didn’t know where the word came from, but when I’d heard her getting off and calling me that earlier, it stirred up something inside of me.
It woke up something that had been sleeping for a long time, maybe forever.
I wanted, no, needed to care for her, provide for her, and protect her in every way she needed, too.
“Daddy?” she whispered, and then shook her head like she was bringing reality back. Her voice flattened. “What, you think I have daddy issues or something?”
I snorted. “I know you have daddy issues. We both know I’m nothing like your father.
Or any father. That’s not what this is about.
Right here, right now, I’m going to give you everything you want, even if you didn’t know you wanted it.
I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart, and yeah, that makes me your daddy in bed.
And look,” I swiped my thumb up the seam of her cunt, pleased with the wetness that covered it and the way she writhed underneath me from the touch.
Not only pleased, completely unmoored by the soft silk of her skin.
“Look,” I repeated. “It’s obvious you like it. ”
She blinked. She didn’t need to know how I knew she had a daddy kink, she just needed to know we’d explore it together. Lifting my thumb to my lips, I sucked it into my mouth, tasting starlight, and the worst and best of sins.
And that thread, the very last thread holding my control together, snapped.
Wrenching her thighs apart, I lifted her up and wrapped her legs around my neck, dragging blood all over her skin and not giving a single fuck about it. No, not when angling her like this put me in the perfect position to get my mouth on her.
“Has anyone ever done this before?” I asked into her cunt, ready to go out and kill someone.
She shook her head. “No, no one’s ever—”
Good enough.
I opened my mouth and licked her slit, tracing circles around but not on her clit, holding her tight while she squirmed.
“Still. Stay still,” I reprimanded. “If you don’t, I’ll tie you up so you can’t move.”
“Oh fuck, Coach,” she moaned.
I growled. “Not Coach. Not here. What do you call me when I’m licking your pussy?”
I waited, breathing on her and watching her try to twist away from the air from my lungs blowing over her clit.
“Daddy…”
“Yes, that’s it. That’s right. Good girl,” I praised and continued to lick her.
She liked that. Wetness poured out of her.
“What are you doing, you can’t…” she moaned again.
“Shhh, sweetheart,” I murmured. “Don’t tell me I can’t. Don’t tell me anything right now. Daddy’s eating, and he doesn’t want any interruptions.”
I bent my head back down, sucking on one lip of her pussy, then the other, biting gently for now, before making my way back up to her mound.
I pressed kisses and bites and sucked on the soft, vulnerable skin, distantly aware I was going to leave marks and bruises but not caring.
Distantly aware that this wasn’t how you treated a virgin.
But based on the moans and whimpers coming out of that succulent mouth I wanted but couldn’t have, the little troublemaker didn’t care, either.
I’d eaten a lot of pussy in my life. Men who avoided it weren’t men, but fucking idiots.
Sometimes it tasted good, sometimes not so good.
But this? Lucy’s cunt was more delicious than the juiciest of steaks, sweeter than the flourless chocolate cake I loved, richer than the reddest of wines.
I could eat her and lick her forever, and never, ever need anything else.
Especially as her swollen clit prodded my lower lip.
She was ready for me.
Moving my mouth a little lower, I stroked my tongue—gently at first—over it, delighted as it pulsed against my tongue. I was ecstatic as a high, feral groan sounded above me, making me look up from what I was doing.
“Feels good, sweetheart?”
“I thought I wasn’t—supposed to—talk,” she sassed on short, gasping breaths.
Oh, this troublemaker. I grinned against her.
“You can answer me when I ask you questions. But the sassing—well, troublemakers who sass get punished for it.”
Capturing her clit between my lips, I bit down, firm but not hard, rewarded by how her whole body froze, then shook.
Her release filled my mouth, so sweet and succulent and rich, drenching me.
I continued to work her clit between my teeth and tongue, holding her hips tight, listening as she cried out:
“Daddy, daddy, oh god, daddy,” as she came.
The sounds of her cries were even sweeter than she tasted.
“That’s right,” I murmured, pressing a small kiss to her trembling clit, wishing it was her lips, and watching the glazed daze in her eyes as she continued to come. “Daddy…god…either works. Do you know how hard you’ve made me, tasting you this way? I’m gonna fuck this pussy so hard.”
“Please, please, please,” she begged.
“Not yet,” I said, in that same unfamiliar voice.
But then nothing about myself was familiar at this point.
I didn’t know who I’d become, but with the taste and smell of Lucy all over my lips and face, I didn’t give a shit.
Later, there’d be regret and recriminations, and maybe that extended visit to the police precinct.
For now, there was only Lucy: blood-stained thighs trapped in my hands, lying underneath me, pupils blown with desire and need.
Desperate for me. Only for me, because she was mine.
For now, she was mine.
The knowledge that she might not be forever made me grip her thighs tighter, likely leaving bruises.
“You can give daddy a few more, can’t you?
” I asked, not waiting for an answer when I dove back in, this time pointing my tongue and aiming it between her pussy lips so I could taste even more of her from the inside.
And oh, fuck. Oh fuck, but she was so goddamn tight, her walls clenching around my tongue as I thrust it inside, sweeping it around, licking up everything I could find, playing with her.
If she gripped my tongue that tight, what would she do to my cock?
My cock pulsed, balls hard and heavy like boulders, complaining because they wanted in on the action.
Lucy was crying, whimpering, screaming above me, staring at me with begging and unbelieving eyes as I stabbed and poked at the inside of her. Her clit was fat, red, swollen now, begging for more. Because my tongue couldn’t be in two places at once, I released one of her thighs.
“Do not move,” I ordered, and used my free hand to push a finger into her cunt, returning my tongue to her desperate, needy, hard little clit.
Fuck, so tight. So perfect.
For me.
And only for me.
I didn’t realize I’d spoken out loud until I heard her repeating, “only for you,”—the three most satisfying words I’d ever heard in the English language.
I replaced one finger with two, turning and curving them so I could reach her g-spot and rub while I licked her clit in relentless circles, triumphant when her cunt started spasming around those two fingers, watching as desperate pleasure made its way across Lucy’s face.
“Too much,” she whimpered.
“Then it’s perfect,” I corrected, not easing up, not giving her a break, as I continued to stroke her from the inside with my finger and the outside with my tongue, watching and listening as she fell over the cliff into her third, fourth, and fifth orgasms.
By the sixth, she’d fully submitted, lax against me, a ragdoll on the bed as she begged and warbled and whimpered nonsense. Begging me to stop, begging for more, begging for less.
She’d also loosened up quite a bit. Enough that my cock, ready to throw a mutiny, could finally get its turn.
Releasing her legs, I leaned down, capturing her trembling chin between my thumb and forefinger and lifting it so I could stare into her eyes.
Tears poured out, concerning me for a moment.
“Sweetheart, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“You did,” she whimpered, before begging, “Do it again.”
Triumphant, I gripped her chin harder. “Say please.”
“Please.”
“Please, who?”
She stared up at me, submissive and compliant for maybe the first time in her life.
“Do it again. Please, daddy,” she said. “I dare you.”
A brutal grin split my face. “Do you, troublemaker? Can you come again?”
I didn’t let her answer that as I undid my belt, unbuttoned my slacks, and pushed them down my legs, not even bothering to remove them the whole way.
My cock had already forced its way over the top of my boxer briefs, and I pushed those down, too, letting it free, where it bobbed against my stomach.
“Oh, shit,” Lucy had recovered enough to stare. “There’s no way in hell you’re going to fit.”
“Oh, I’ll fit,” I told her. “Daddy’s fat cock will fit just fine. You know how I know?”
She shook her head.
“I know, because this greedy little cunt is begging for it.”
“This greedy little cunt is tired,” she sassed.
“Is that so? Then there are other holes I can use.”
She licked her lips, and god, it was tempting to use that mouth a different way if I wasn’t going to kiss it. But I had a purpose, and that siren of a cunt was calling to me, tired or not.
I lifted one of her legs, throwing it over my arm to open her up to me, pulling her down the bed, and grabbed my cock with my other hand. I was soaked in precum, and it would take everything in me not to blow the second I got inside her. But I was going to enjoy this for as long as possible.
In case it never happens again, because it can’t, that dick of an inner voice pointed out. I banished it to the depths of hell that were waiting for me.
But first, heaven.
I contented myself by teasing her at first, slapping her cunt with the head of my cock, then using it to draw circles over her clit. Lucy’s eyes were transfixed, especially when I aimed lower and pushed—just an inch, just the tip—inside.
And groaned. Because I’d been right—heaven.
Intent on not hurting her, I stayed where I was, obsessed with the way the wet heat of her kissed the skin of my cock, like it was inviting me into the best home in existence. A home I’d never expected.
I’d never had a home. Not really.
But there was no time for morose bullshit, not when I’d found the most perfect home in the world.
I began to push in a little deeper, until I hit resistance.
Oh, fuck.
Most women didn’t have a hymen, especially not one as physically active as Lucy. But here it was, evidence that she really was only mine.
“Oh sweetheart, this might hurt,” I warned. “But then it’s going to feel so good.”
Playing with her hard little clit, I pulled back slowly—
And then thrust inside, breaking past that last bit of resistance, and straight into nirvana.
I pushed deeper, and deeper still, gripped on all sides by her little cunt, obsessed with the way it both fought me and tried to swallow me at the same time.
Each centimeter was a revelation, her walls tight around the ridges of my cock.
Yes, this was my new home.
And I was never, ever fucking leaving.