Chapter Sixteen
John knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but at the moment, nothing else mattered but his sweet girl.
He was worn down from fighting his instincts and resisting her. The badge, his sworn duty, his orders from Judge Parker—all of it be damned.
There was no turning back now.
The kisses started tenderly atop her head, but soon, his lips were going down her body as the passion and intensity increased.
He spent time on her lips, unable to pull away, until they were both desperate for air. While letting her recover, he turned his attention elsewhere.
His hands worked quickly as he undressed her. She went along with his leading, lifting off the bed slightly and raising her arms so that he could free her of the nightgown. He tossed the garment aside and then kissed her lips again before moving down her neck and to her shoulders.
His hand slipped lower, searching in the darkness until it found a bare, warm thigh. He caressed it, moving his palm up and down. When she arched her back and gasped, he kissed her again.
And again.
He’d heard of people getting addicted to those potions served in those opium parlors—people who couldn’t get enough of the stuff, consumed with their need for more.
That’s how he felt now. He could see himself getting addicted to this sweet girl, unable to ever quit her.
His lips were on her neck and shoulders again, and she was writhing beneath him, crying out in ecstasy.
He couldn’t stop there. No, he was almost deranged with cravings.
He moved lower, kissing her breasts and sucking in on her nipples. He alternated between the two. She moaned and arched her back more.
His hand continued to explore her body. He stopped on her mound, pressed in slightly and kneaded the sensitive area, then went even lower until his finger felt her sodden lips.
Mmm. His little girl was so wet.
But he didn’t just want to feel her.
He had to taste her.
He kissed a trail down her stomach and then positioned himself between her legs. Flicking his tongue across her slit, he closed his eyes and savored that first taste. It was all he could do to keep from losing control and ravishing her right then. But he wanted to draw this out, to make her beg and plead and need him just as badly as he needed her.
So, he took his time and kissed and licked. Her moans grew louder. Her legs parted as far as they could. She ran a hand through his hair as she called his name.
All the while, John savored her.
Mary cried out in bliss, her body shaking and trembling, and her hands now gripping the sheets, balling them up, and tugging on them.
“Oh, Daddy,” she purred. “I need it!”
He smiled, kissing her inner thighs, licking the sweet juices from them.
He couldn't hold out any longer. He began to ravish her, feasting upon her feminine treasure as if he was a starving man given a grand, royal dinner.
"Daddy! Daddy!" she cried.
Her pussy gushed, dousing his face, and feeding his frenzy. She came hard, fluttering her legs like butterfly wings as she rode his tongue.
"Oh...Daddy," she gasped.
He gave her pussy one last kiss, savored the flavor, and then sat up, looking down as he appraised her.
That little cutie was a wreck! She was ready for him, but he decided to prolong the pleasure and made his way back up her body with his lips, taking a detour at her breasts. She moaned again as he sucked her nipples. Her whole body gyrated.
He had her right where he wanted her. That sweetie was in for it.
Once he was face-to-face with her, her eyes were only half open, and she was still panting.
She seemed to be only on the verge of consciousness, but she wasn’t out of this yet. Her arms snaked around him and pulled him in for another kiss.
And another.
She pushed on him. He didn’t resist. Soon, she was rolling him over and straddling him.
Now that was a surprise.
He reached up and cupped her breasts. She ground her hips on him, rubbing his stiff manhood.
John groaned. He was already throbbing. Pre-cum seeped from his tip. Damn, he needed her just as badly as she seemed to need him.
In fact, her forwardness shocked him as she grabbed his shaft and guided it between her legs.
"Daddy!"
John moaned as his cock disappeared inside her.
"Mary," he growled.
He let her ride him for a moment, loving the feeling of her fingers as she raked them across his chest as an animalistic lust flashed in her eyes. While it was getting harder and harder not to shoot his seed, he wasn't ready for this to be over yet. And she needed to know what it was like for Daddy to be in control.
So, after a moment of letting her have her way, he flipped her back over and pinned her to the bed.
"Daddy!"
"I'm here, honey. Daddy's here."
John pushed his cock inside her once gain and began thrusting. She was still so wet, so damn tight. He grunted and groaned, loving the way her pussy engulfed him.
He could see she was close again. He didn't want to come just yet, but it was almost impossible to hold out. He was throbbing. The pressure was immense.
But he managed to stave off the impending explosion, wanting to drink in the sight of her a bit longer.
She was beautiful, her face contorted in pure ecstasy. He wasn’t ready for their coupling to end. In fact, he wanted to make it last forever. But that wasn’t in the cards, it seemed. Her pussy had him in a vise-grip and he wasn’t sure how much longer her could hold out.
He continued to drive into her relentlessly, pushing them both further toward the sensual cliff’s edge.
Just when he thought he couldn’t go another second, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she released a frenzied cry as her entire body spasmed.
He cried out, too, while his seed gushed, filling her. She grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails into his flesh, pulling him in deeper.
Every last drop drained into her womb, and he wondered if there would be any repercussions from this act of wanton passion. It was too late to worry about that right now, he realized. What’s done is done, he figured.
Besides, his body and mind were exhausted.
All he could do was hold his little girl tight as they both fell asleep, tangled together atop the bed.
It was the best sleep either one of them had had in months. Maybe even years.