Chapter 6 #2
I nuzzle my mouth and nose into her pussy flesh, muttering praise that comes from deep within me, from an unknown place, and I tease the tip of my tongue against her entrance, making her suck in a breath, her hips starting to squirm.
“Did you like coming on my fingers yesterday?”
“Y-y-yes.”
“Yeah, I liked it, too. But it got my mouth all jealous.” I kiss the top of her slit. “It wants some of that sugar juice, little girl. I’m fitting to lick it out of you.”
She responds with a gasping shiver and I just dive in, angling my face so my forehead is pressed to the taut skin beneath her belly button and my tongue is hooked gently, rubbing her swelling clit.
“Oh, my goodness,” she exhales with a trembling voice, her stomach flexing and releasing against my forehead.
I work my tongue in a faster, tighter pattern, my fingers down below to spread the resulting gush of moisture.
Spreading it against her entrance with the pad of my thumb.
Working it, working it in circles, before I finally pump my middle and ring finger into that snug entrance, her own arousal making a squish that rolls my eyes to the back of my head. Christ, she’s a horny one, isn’t she?
What if…it’s me, specifically me causing her to be in heat?
Is such a thing possible?
Quit that wishful thinking and enjoy her.
What else can I do when she’s so fucking juicy and responsive?
Every lick of that hidden bud drives her closer.
She lets me know with halting breaths and her fingers, which have speared into my hair and communicate to me.
There. Faster. I give her innocent pussy what it needs, drawing my fingers in and out of her clenching fuck hole, the juice dripping down to my wrist.
“Ohhhh,” she moans, her back arching off the bed. “That same thing that happened y-yesterday. It’s happening again, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” I roar in between laps of my tongue, quick concentrated rubs.
My fingers move in a blur now. Holy hell, I wouldn’t have thought it possible for a virgin to squirt, but mine just might.
She’s so worked up, I’m holding her down with my right forearm across her stomach, her hips bucking up, up, up, fucking my tongue.
When her peak hits, it bathes my mouth and nearly breaks me, the taste of her is so luscious. So fresh. I mash my face into her to get as close to the source as possible, my hard dick pulsing against the mattress.
Her legs loosen of tension, signaling that she’s coming down and I mount her, panting, my cock so heavy and stiff in my hand, I doubt I’ll make it ten seconds once I get it inside of her.
My fingers are still tingling with the evidence of how tight she is.
The girl cut off my fucking circulation.
There’s no telling what’s in store for my dick.
As if I’m not already hard as stone, she’s gazing up at me in wonder, her juices dripping off my chin and onto her mouth where she licks up the droplets.
With a hoarse curse, I buck myself deep.
Holy.
Mother.
Of.
God.
My spine snaps straight, my feet digging into the mattress, and I bear down on my loins, begging myself not to come.
She’s excruciatingly tight. So tight. Tender.
Sopping wet. Hot. Clenching. Flames erupt in my vision, and I take hold of her little throat, part of me mad at her for feeling so incredible.
For obsessing me like this. For offering me this pussy that men would kill for and taking it away in a week, leaving me destitute of her perfection.
I want to yell at her.
Shake her.
Punish her body with mine.
Instead, I melt.
I melt down on top of her, my mouth comforting hers with a slow, winding kiss.
I hold my hips still and make love to her mouth, instead of pummeling her as originally planned.
Plans are useless with this girl. I can only try and survive, my tongue sweeping into her mouth and groaning at her sweetness.
How she hiccups and whines a few times, her slight body obviously adjusting to my much bigger one, but the strangest thing happens…
My patience and gentleness ends up giving me what I need.
What she needs.
Her knees widen slowly, her whines turning to whimpers.
“I like when you’re sweet to me,” she whispers, blinking her big, blue eyes.
“How can I be anything but sweet to an angel?” The words tumble out of me, before I can stop them, more arriving on their heels. Raw. Unfiltered. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you’re either going to stop my heart or burst it, Billie. Goddammit, I don’t know which.”
Her breath catches. “You think I’m beautiful?”
“Oh, sweetheart.” I bury my face in her neck, terrified for her to see the vulnerability she’s making me feel. “You’re a priceless work of art.”
“Knox…” She whispers. “Daddy.”
My groan is guttural, hips beginning to roll.
To ride her juicy little sex, the sounds of my deep, deep, deep plunges filling the room, along with the squeaking of the mattress, our heavy breathing.
Her cunt starts to contract around my shaft, milking, enjoying, her hips giving subtle rolls that threaten to make me spill.
My care with her has done this? Granted me the miracle of her bliss, the ecstasy on her face, even though she’s a virgin?
Made her pliant and loving underneath me, her body accepting my rhythmic pumps eagerly, her lips popping open on gasps, her head tilting back into the pillows?
I suction my mouth over hers, pulling on those gorgeous lips. “You love being fucked, don’t you, little girl?”
“You’re making me love it,” she sobs, her small hands tracing along my shoulders, up the sides of my face. “The way you kiss me. The way your hands are everywhere.”
So they are.
I didn’t even realize the way they smooth upward along the graceful swell of her hips, cup and fondle her tits, before eventually sliding under her ass to hold her steady as my drives pick up speed, the bedframe beginning to groan at the assault.
“I have the luckiest hands on this earth,” I mutter against her mouth, burrowing my tongue in between her eager, open lips, her tongue winding around mine with an encouraging whine.
“And Jesus Christ, I have the luckiest cock.” She creams a little over that truthful comment, her nails digging into the breadth of my back.
“Do you like hearing that? How your pussy is gripping me all the way to the balls? I can feel the clutch of this young-ass cunt in my stomach. Could have come as soon as I felt this pretty little gift between your legs, you came to Daddy so wet and horny.”
Her head is thrashing on the pillows, her eyes glazed over. Surprise has transformed her beautiful features, as though she can’t believe the effect my praise is having.
How it’s working magic on her sexy body.
“It’s…again. I’m going to…”
“Oh hell,” I moan, slapping into her at a galloping pace now, securing her knees in my armpits and folding her in half.
Moving in a fucking lather. And I might be banging her brains out now without reservation, but this still isn’t how I planned to take her.
It’s not a transaction. Not functional or impersonal.
No, we’re looking each other right in the eye, showing each other everything.
Every nuance of pleasure, gratitude, vulnerability.
I never could have imagined myself doing it…
or how full it would make my chest. How much this eighteen-year-old girl would humble me.
“Say it,” I beg, thickly. “Pout that lip out and say it.”
She bats her eyelashes at me and juts out her bottom lip. “Come inside me, Daddy. Come inside me deep.”
I only expected one word, but she’s given me more than that.
Too much.
I bellow her name at the slamming headboard and erupt, emptying wet, squelching spurts of seed into her flexing cunt.
Watching her visibly luxuriate in my orgasm pushes me to new heights, my abdomen twisting and releasing painfully, flood after flood leaving my body and overflowing her entrance, which I continue to pound, struggling to empty myself completely.
It’s endless, the waves of lust that ripple up from my balls and spew from my tip and she makes these excited pleasure sounds every time, lifting her hips for my offering, her drowsy eyes sparkling, as if absorbing my come is an honor.
Finally finished, I drop to her side like a stone, reeling over what has just happened.
What did just happen?
Did I really just…open myself up like that?
What now? How do I close the Pandora’s box of feelings I just opened?
“I guess I should go,” she whispers into the darkness.
No.
Don’t go.
Tell your parents you’re at a friend’s house.
Stay.
All those words get trapped in my throat and I end up sitting on the edge of the bed, tortured over her impending absence, watching her get dressed.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she whispers at the door of my bedroom, then turns to leave.
I listen to her footsteps travel through the house, the creaking of my front door opening—and I’m off the bed like a shot, wrapping a white sheet around my waist. In the process of Billie putting on her hat, she turns to see me coming and freezes.
I don’t even know what I’m going to do until I get there.
What happens is that I sweep her up off the floor, kissing her with everything lodged in my chest. Everything I can’t say. Don’t know how to say. Don’t understand. I kiss the breath out of her and settle her back down, her smile dazzling.
“Good night,” I say, clearing my throat.
Retreating, with a formal head nod.
“Good night,” she breathes.
I hear her giggling in the driveway, my heart shoots up into my mouth, and I know I have a decision to make. Keep her at a distance. Or go…all in.
Try and make this thing between Billie and I real.
My head is telling me to do one thing, my chest is begging for another.
Unfortunately, my heart is asking a lot from a man who wouldn’t even know where to begin winning over such an incredible girl. Yes. My head wins this time.
But how long do I have before my heart refuses to lose?