Chapter 9 #2
My husky whine encourages him, and I’m yanked closer by the backsides of my knees, his tongue and lips moving in tandem within my flesh, the tip of his tongue pressing to my entrance while his thumb strums that delicious spot.
“Tripp,” I chant, a monstrous pressure beginning to build beneath my navel. A good pressure. An urgent one. “Tripp, Tripp.”
He lifts his head.
Eyes delirious, chin and lips wet, he pants, “Daddy. Try it for me, angel.”
A corkscrew twists in my tummy. I like it. But I don’t know if I should.
But then he kisses my belly button, watching me while he presses two fingers inside me, deep, deep, and the word explodes out of me.
“Daddy.”
I’ll never forget the way he groans, the muscles in his shoulders snapping taut.
His insatiable mouth fastens over the top of my clit, and he suckles gently while he pumps his fingers inside of me.
I scream, a violent earthquake tearing through my body, culminating in a spasm, a quickening of tiny tendons right up against Tripp’s mouth, and I know he feels that pull and the release that happens next.
It doesn’t trickle out of me—it squirts all over his fingers and face, and I would be mortified if I could do anything but writhe and sob and try to survive.
There’s no room for embarrassment when Tripp growls and burrows his face deeper against my core, as if he’s trying to absorb every drop of me.
The hunger for him slams into me out of nowhere.
I loved kissing and touching him before, but I don’t recognize the sudden desperation to have him in my mouth. Didn’t know I could want to pleasure someone else so badly.
Maybe this is how he feels about me?
I don’t know, but I need. I need. My mouth is empty without him.
Tripp is still lapping hungrily at my inner thighs when I sit up, and he attempts to wrestle me back down onto the mattress for more.
I evade him, though, slipping off the bed and onto my knees at the foot of it.
With a guttural curse, he turns over, his expression still delirious, but one look at me and he knows.
He knows what I want.
Movement seems to pain him as he turns over, his hips sliding to the edge of the mattress, that huge, muscular body heaving, sweating…and a second later it becomes obvious why he’s in pain.
His sweatpants are stretched so far outward with the stiffness of his erection, the waistband isn’t even touching his stomach.
And I’m the only remedy for what ails him.
Tripp
Son of a fucking bitch.
I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
My cock is throbbing down deep in the root, fluid beading on the tip and rolling down the sides into my pubic hair. I’m going to explode. I’m going to explode. And it’s all because of her.
Vida.
The taste of her is uniquely sweet. Shy and sugary. Like watermelon juice. I could go on licking her cunt from now until next year and I still wouldn’t want a break, but there’s no use pretending there isn’t an emergency in my sweatpants.
Of course there is. I was just given the privilege of going down on the sexiest girl alive. Jesus, her reactions to every stroke of my tongue, every delve of my fingers, were so honest.
Nothing about her is contrived. She’s one hundred percent authentic.
She’s making me realize that so many people in my life are just going through the motions, bored and overindulged. Meanwhile, she’s a comet of color streaking through my sky.
“Please,” she whispers now from her knees.
At some point, she stripped off her T-shirt and vest. Now she’s a goddess kneeling on the floor in nothing but her little maid skirt, those fathomless eyes so wide and excited.
To suck me off. “Please, Tripp,” she says again, rubbing her cheek on my thigh like an eager kitten. “I want to taste you.”
I’m almost afraid to show her my dick.
God knows I’m on the larger end of the scale.
She saw it in the near-darkness last night, but even I have never seen myself this stiff and straining.
On the verge of busting harder than ever before.
I’m worried that if she puts her mouth on me, the ache between my legs is going to intensify to a point that I am no longer considering her safety and well-being, and that’s unacceptable. I will not hurt the sweet girl.
But she has the ability to turn me into an animal.
“Vida,” I slur, sounding like I’m drunk. “I hurt, angel. Oh God, I hurt. I should handle this one myself. I don’t know what I’ll do if you suck me. You work me up in ways I don’t understand. I’ve got to control myself—”
“No, you don’t,” she says, her swollen, parted lips skating over my aching equipment, the warmth of her mouth searing me through my sweatpants, making my thighs shudder, my bare toes digging into the floor. “Be yourself with me.”
“I don’t know the version of myself I am with you. I’ve never been this way.”
She kisses the elongated ridge. “Good.”
Seeming to sense that I’m in need of an anchor, she kisses her way up my hollowing and heaving abs, trailing her mouth higher between my pecs, collarbone, and throat until she’s on her feet, rubbing her damp lips side to side against mine—and that alone has me groaning like a beggar.
My God, my God, standing between my outstretched thighs in her rucked-up skirt, the insides of her thighs still shiny with my spit, her hair all messed up, she’s the hottest thing that ever walked the earth.
“What are you worried about?” she whispers against my mouth.
This is a kind of intimacy I’ve never experienced.
It winds me.
“I’m afraid I’m going to…”
She nuzzles my nose, humming.
“I’m afraid you’re going to put me in so much pain that I get rough,” I wheeze, my cock beading with semen. All because she nuzzled my nose. Jesus, I am whipped.
“I thought I was going to take away the pain,” she says, blinking at me innocently.
My balls tighten at the reminder she’s a virgin. A virgin who wants to give me head.
“You will, angel. You will. But it’s going to get a lot worse first.” I glide a hand up between her sweet, supple tits and circle her throat. “I’m afraid I’m going to fuck you right here. Hard. Before you’re ready for it.”
Unbelievably, her pupils bleed wider, her breath coming faster. She cinches her thighs together, as if what I said caused her pussy to squeeze.
“Y-you can fit in my throat?”
“That doesn’t scare you?”
She shakes her head.
I’m losing my grip on self-control. It’s slipping. Slipping.
“It scares me, angel,” I rasp. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Vida keeps our lips interlocked as she reaches back and unzips her skirt, letting it cascade down her smooth legs to the floor.
Naked. She’s fully, gorgeously naked now, and she’s reaching down to tease my abdomen with her fingertips, lower, until she’s stroking my cock through the thin cotton of my sweatpants.
There’s a mirror attached to the dresser behind her, and I see that ass fully for the first time.
It’s as perky as her tits. Full, spankable cheeks.
I’m going to take her in the ass someday.
It’s the wrong thought to have because it makes my dick stretch another inch.
“Ahhhh,” I grind out, wincing, my testicles piping hot. “Fuck!”
“You need me,” she says, her tongue lapping into my mouth, French-kissing me so deeply, without a hint of nerves or reservations. When she reaches into my sweatpants and makes contact with my bare dick, it’s over. It’s over.
My tether snaps.
“Get down on your knees,” I order hoarsely, manhandling her down into a kneeling position in front of me, my heart beating so loud in my head, I almost drown out my own voice.
“Get that sweet little mouth around it,” I growl through my teeth, taking my engorged arousal out of my pants and pressing it between her delicious lips. “Stuff it in. Now.”
She whimpers as my cock enters her mouth.
Her eyes are luminous in the dim light of the bedroom. Guileless.
But there’s something else there, too. Heat. Curiosity. Anticipation.
That filthy streak I detected when I was going down on her.
That intuition that had me asking to be called “Daddy,” because I could sense she needed to know I was in charge.
That I am here to care for her needs and make her hunger, comfort, and safety my responsibility.
That responsibility is so important and yet, she’s causing it to flicker into something darker now.
God, I want to fuck.
“Take more. Take more,” I beg her through my teeth, jacking the lower half of my erection while she does her best to service the top. “I know you’re a virgin, angel, but I need you to suck it like a whore.”
Too harsh. Too—
She moans, knocking my hand aside in her eagerness to get closer, taking over the job of stroking me. Those feminine, nimble hands so mind-blowingly perfect raking up and down my length that I moan up at the ceiling, my hips twisting and lifting off the bed.
“You like that? You like me giving you permission to behave like a little slut?”
I glance down my body and catch her eager nod.
It’s like an explosive going off in my head.
My loins. She’s new to this, but damn, she can read the reactions of her own body, and oh God, she is definitely reacting positively to my approval to be the naughtiest version of herself in this moment.
Her mouth is delivering suction that I can feel in the hard center of my balls, those lips tight, stiff, working my meat, working, working.
“Open your throat, angel,” I say hoarsely, my fingers tangling in her hair, my ass flexing and straining every time I fill her mouth with hard flesh. “I know you can. I know you can.”
She mewls, struggling to get me deep enough. Logically, in my heart, I sympathize, because Christ, she’s never gotten on her knees for anyone before. On top of that, I’ve got an extra thick ten-inch cock. She’s taking as much as her small mouth will allow.
But I want that throat.
I’m burning for it.
And I know she wants to give it to me.