14. Camryn
Fourteen
Camryn
I slide off the seat and climb between his spread legs, feeling small and submissive and glowy as I look up at him.
Reaching into his underwear, I pull his thick cock free, tugging the fabric down low enough that his balls follow.
They look full and heavy, and I lick my lips in nervous anticipation.
“Look at you, Cammie,” he says. He reaches forward and rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “You look so pretty on your knees for me. You want this, don’t you? You’re fucking eager to put Daddy’s big dick in your mouth.”
I nod, all words failing me. I’m transfixed, existing only in this moment. Existing only for him. A drop of pre-cum wells and beads at the tip of his cock, and I swipe my thumb over it, spreading it over his flared head.
“I’ve never…” I shake my head slightly, stroking his cock gently, tentatively, glancing down at the floor of the car. “But I want to.”
His fingers slip under my chin, and he tilts my face up, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“Such a good girl. You don’t need to be shy with me.
You’re mine, Cammie.” He moves his hand to his cock, stroking lazily.
“You see how hard you make me? This cock is yours, sweetheart. Every inch of me. Every drop I have to give you. It’s all yours. ”
I moan softly and lean in, kissing the very tip of his cock.
“That’s it, baby. Nice and soft to start.
Wrap your hand around me.” His breathing goes ragged when I do, kissing and licking around his plump crown as I stroke slowly.
“Yeah, fuck. Just like that. Now open for me. Wider, sweetheart. There you go.” His thumb brushes my cheek as I part my lips and slide the first couple of inches into my mouth.
He’s hot and musky and smooth and hard, and I moan around him.
“Tongue flat, yeah, good girl. Lick me there. That’s…
fuck…yes, fuck, just like that.” He’s so thick that my lips are stretched wide around him.
His filthy instructions are the best soundtrack I could ask for. Encouraging me, turning me on, making me feel sexy and capable. This is better than any fantasy I could’ve conjured.
He weaves his hand into my hair and guides my head up and down with gentle pressure on the back of my skull. Not pushing me too far, just showing me what he likes. How to make him feel good.
I gag slightly, and he pulls back, letting me lick all around the head.
“Easy, sweetheart. Breathe through your nose.” He rubs the head of his cock against my lips.
“Fuck, I’m leaking for you, Cammie. Suck the tip.
Taste what you’re doing to me.” I do, and he groans as the salty taste of him burns across my tongue.
“Mmm, fuck. Your hot little mouth feels so good.”
His filthy praise makes me feel like a sex goddess. I feel bold and free and brave, and not at all like the inexperienced girl I really am. Jake’s hips roll upward, and his hand tightens in my hair, not forcing me, but guiding me with rough, confident movements.
The sound of him coming undone is ruining me. I feel like a desperate, filthy creature, here to fulfill all of his needs.
“Take a little more, sweetheart. That’s it…
oh, fuck, Cammie.” His hand tightens even more in my hair as he thrusts upward and growls.
I’m drooling, gagging a little, but I don’t stop.
I don’t want to stop. “You were made for this,” he says, tugging my hair and forcing my face up to meet his eyes, his cock still between my lips.
“You were made to take my cock like a good girl.” I moan at his dirty praise, and his dick flexes in my mouth.
His balls are hard and tight, and I massage them as I practically dive back down onto his cock.
He groans and with his free hand, wipes away a tear from my cheek. I’m so full of him that my eyes are watering, probably making a mess of my makeup. I hold his gaze as I suck him deep, choking on his length, fresh tears falling.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice a harsh rasp. “So greedy for Daddy’s cock in your pretty mouth.”
I moan and pull back to catch my breath, stroking his glistening cock as I lick my swollen lips. He’s hard as steel, red and pulsing.
“You see what you do to me? Look what a mess you’ve made all over me, sweetheart.
” He fists the base of his cock and taps it against my lips.
I stick out my tongue, and he taps it there, too, giving me another taste of pre-cum.
And then he thrusts back inside my mouth.
I grip his thighs as he starts to fuck my mouth, using his grip on my hair to hold me in place.
“Fuck, Cammie. You’re so good at this. My perfect girl.
So sweet and slutty and eager.” I’m rubbing my thighs together as he lavishes me with filthy praise.
My pussy’s on fire, empty and aching, so wet I’m coating my thighs.
“Take me deeper. That’s it. Oh, fuck, fuck,” he grits out.
“Swallow around me.” I do, fighting back my gag reflex and the sound he makes almost makes me come.
I’m drooling, eyes watering, pussy creaming, and I just want to stay in this moment forever.
If Jake told me he wanted me to be his little sex pet, I’d happily agree.
His thighs are shaking now as he fucks in and out of my sloppy mouth. “I’m gonna come down that pretty throat, sweetheart. You ready to taste Daddy for the first time?” he asks in a ragged whisper, and I nod and moan around him, my lips almost painfully stretched.
I watch as he goes over the edge, moaning my name as his cock starts to pulse, cum shooting down my throat.
He pulls back slightly so he can coat my tongue with his release.
His grip on my hair is brutal, punishing, but I take it as I swallow around him, wanting every single drop.
He tastes salty and musky with a hint of bitterness, but I like it.
I like it a lot. I swallow and swallow, savoring the taste of him.
When he finally slips out of my mouth, he’s glistening and still half-hard.
I’m shaking a little, but I’m not entirely sure why.
Without a word, Jacob pulls me up off the floor and into his lap, nuzzling into my neck as he strokes my hair. He trails soft, gentle kisses up and down my neck, my jaw as he pets me, soothing me.
“My special good girl,” he purrs, his fingers tracing my swollen lips.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Cammie. Every inch of you.
” He trails his fingers down my throat, over my breasts, down my stomach until he’s cupping me possessively between my legs.
“Did you like that, baby? You did such an amazing job making Daddy feel good.”
I nod and cuddle into him. “I did. I like making you feel good. I like being whatever you need. I like…” I blush and duck my head, but he tips my chin up, not letting me hide.
“We might be a secret, but there will be no secrets between us. Tell me.”
“I like when you use me like that. When you say filthy things and take control.”
He smiles at me, tracing his thumb over my hot cheek. “That’s because you were meant to be mine, sweetheart.”
“I really like being your good girl.”
He chuckles softly and kisses me. “Good, because I’m never letting you go.”
Every time he says that, my body starts this weird tug of war. My heart goes wild in my chest, and my stomach flips over on itself with excitement and happiness. But my brain…well, it’s wondering how this is going to work out. How we’ll move from the shadows the light without getting burned.
But then Jacob kisses me again, deeper this time, switching my brain off. He groans when he tastes himself on my tongue, and I lose myself to the feeling of his mouth on mine, making all of my worries disappear.
He kisses me until I feel like I’m melting.
I know we must be close to campus by now, and I feel a little pang in my chest at having to leave him.
His cock is still half-hard, resting on his thigh, and my pussy clenches at the sight of it.
It’s been less than twenty-four hours, and I’m already an addict.
He drags the tips of his fingers over my bare mound, and I shudder slightly. I keep it waxed because I like how it both feels and looks, and given his appreciation for it, I’ll keep it smooth for him.
Suddenly, he reaches into his briefcase, rummages around and pulls out a black Sharpie. He snaps the cap off with his teeth, his eyes flashing with a dark intensity that makes it hard to breathe.
And then he starts writing on my bare mound. The drag of the marker makes me moan softly, my lips parted as I watch him write on me. I gasp when I see what he’s written.
Daddy’s girl
The words are stark against my pale skin, Jake’s neat block writing a contrast to the filthy claim he’s written on me. He caps the marker and kisses my neck as we both stare at his handiwork.
“Say it,” he whispers, teasing his fingers all around where he’s marked me.
“I’m Daddy’s girl,” I say, and he rewards me by sliding two fingers into my dripping pussy. The fact that I’m painfully turned on by this is completely unhinged, but I don’t care. Reality doesn’t seem to matter when it comes to my feelings for my former stepfather.
“Now you’ll remember who this pussy belongs to.
Who you belong to.” He presses his thumb against my clit.
He doesn’t move it though, making the gesture feel deeply possessive.
“Every time you look down, you’ll know what’s written here.
” He fucks me slowly with his fingers. “No washing it off. Not until I say so.”
I whimper, my thighs shaking. I’m so wet that the sound of his fingers moving in and out fills the back of the car. There’s no way the driver doesn’t know what we’re doing back here. We haven’t been quiet, and the thought makes my stomach lurch slightly.
“You’re so wet, baby girl. I think you like being marked, don’t you?” He curls his fingers inside me, pressing deliberately against my g-spot, and I bite my lip to hold back my moan. I nod, and he strokes against my g-spot again. “This pretty cunt is mine. Say it.”
“My cunt belongs to Daddy,” I breathe, and he kisses me.
“Good girl.” He slips his fingers out of me, leaving me wet and swollen. “Clean off my fingers and get dressed. We’re almost at school.”
I eagerly suck his fingers into my mouth, tasting myself on his skin. I have no idea how I’m supposed to concentrate for the rest of the day now that he’s marked me and left me on the edge.
He kisses me again. “My sweet Cammie. I’ll be home as early as I can tonight.”
I cuddle into him. “I’ll be waiting for you, Daddy.”