Chapter 7
Samuel
Fucking hell. My eighteen-year-old little sister has her lips around my cock.
I want to come down her throat, but I want to spin her around and finish in that pencil tight little pussy just as much.
She might have been nervous before, but the way her hand is gripping the shaft now, dragging forward and back, has me groaning and bracing myself against the wall, even as I keep my fingers wrapped in her hair.
Her eyes lock on my tattoo. It was a gift to myself on her eighteenth birthday. I knew this was coming, I just didn’t know when. Until I did.
She licks the underside and the head, her tongue dipping into the sensitive hole, then latching on and sucking like she’s trying to get thick shake through a straw.
“Fuck…” The word punches out of me. “Fuck, fuck. That feels so fucking good. Such a good girl for Daddy.”
I know my cock is big and scary. I’m a bastard, but I know God gave me the lion’s share when it came to that particular endowment.
Fuck, I know it’s intimidating, too. I use that.
In business, you use whatever advantage you can get.
When a guy’s looking at you across a table, knowing he’s seen what you’re packing, either in the locker room or at the urinal, it’s natural that he’s going to be comparing himself to you.
I’ve never met a guy yet who measured up even close.
Life’s one big pissing contest, and with a horse-sized cock, I’m used to winning.
“I love hearing you choke on my dick, little sis. Learning how to keep me happy and do your part around here isn’t so bad, is it? When I'm home, I expect you to be ready anytime I want. You understand me?"
She nods, mumbling something around the thick shaft jammed between her lips.
The vibrations of her muffled voice ripple right through my cockhead, straight down the veined underside, into my balls, where everything's pulling up tight and heavy.
My teeth grind together. My grip in her hair tightens until I see her wince.
I hold back the load that's begging to flood her mouth.
She’s dragging ragged breaths through her nose as she sucks, drool and pre-cum leaking out around the seal of her lips in slick, glistening strings.
God help me, I push another inch down her throat. The fat head of my dick lodges right in the back where the muscles clamp down and spasm.
“Good girl,” I stroke her hair while she peers up at me with those mesmerizing, cornflower-blue eyes. The need to please me is right there, swimming in the wet shine of her gaze, even as panic flickers at the edges because she can't breathe.
I’m so fucking proud of her. Of the way she’s applied herself to her studies since she’s been with me, of the way she’s taken to living in isolation here on the island.
She’s the fucking best, and I’ll take care of her for the rest of her life.
One final squeeze, one suck that I feel down in my balls, and she gets her prize.
With a fucking groan as I lean back, arching so far it’s a wonder I don’t fall over, I fill her mouth. The cum spurts out of me, right up against her tonsils, and I watch the shock and delight pass over her face as a little trickle leaks out of the corner of her mouth.
“Daddy’s special girl,” I grit out, and pull my hips back, dragging my hard-on from her mouth. I chuckle at the deep gasp she takes when I unplug my cock from her windpipe.
She gasps and chokes, a thick rope of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth onto her chin.
She swipes it away, along with the cum that spilled out the corner of her lips, but instead of flicking it to the floor or licking it off her palm, she wraps that wet hand around my shaft and starts spreading it up and down, up and down, slicking every inch of my cock with her own spit.
Her tongue flicks across her lips as she strokes me, and she's paying special attention to the head now, watching it swell dark and angry against her palm, the slit beading up with another pearl of pre-cum that she smears with her thumb in a slow, deliberate circle.
I take hold of her chin and tip her head back so that she can look up into my face. “Such a good fucking girl for Daddy.”
“Did I do it right, Daddy?” she asks, so earnestly I nearly choke. “Do you like the feel of your sister’s mouth on your dick? Am I paying the price of being a grown-up the way you want?”
Her grip tightens, twisting at the top of the stroke the way I like, and I grunt, hips jerking forward into her fist as I fight back the urge to paint her beautiful face with every drop I've got left.
"You are, CeeCee. You're paying so much, I’ll owe you anything you fucking want."
She squeezes harder, and her lips curl into the faintest smile.