Chapter Nine Grandpappy’s Weekend Getaway #2
She met his gaze as she worshipped him. She wrapped her hand around the base, her fingers contrasting with his skin. She swirled her tongue around the head, teasing the slit, tasting that familiar saltiness, before taking him in.
She worked him with slow intensity, her mouth salivating and coating his shaft as she savored his warmth and texture stretching her lips.
She bobbed her head, eyes locked on his face above her.
She wanted him to see this. She wanted him to see the "doting granddaughter" on her knees between his legs, servicing him in a presidential suite.
Red’s hips bucked off the mattress. "Oh, lord… Melody… that’s it."
She sucked him with a powerful, cheek-hollowing pressure, drawing a groan from deep in his chest. She hummed against his shaft, the vibration traveling straight to his core. She loved the power of it, the way this strong, hardened man turned to putty in her hands.
Or her mouth.
His breathing grew heavier, his hips jerking upward in short, slow bouncing on the bed. His hands tangled in her blonde hair, gripping tight. He was too respectful to fuck her mouth, but she could tell he wanted to.
"I'm close, sugar," Red gasped, his voice strained and desperate. "I'm gonna blow... I can't hold it."
“Don’t hold back. I want you… to fuck my mouth.”
“Oh, god, sugar!” His grip tightened in her hear and he began to fuck her mouth, pressing her nose into his white pubes and sliding his cock into her gulping throat. "Melody!"
“Mmmnnhnnnnn!”
Red shouted, his body arching off the mattress like a drawn bow.
He was balls-deep in her mouth, his cock several inches down her throat, when erupted with violent force.
The first spurt hit the back of her throat, hot and salty and thick.
Melody moaned, swallowing eagerly, her throat working to accommodate the flood of Grandpappy’s pumping sperm.
He spurted rope after thick rope into her mouth.
It was a week’s worth of pent-up desire and a month’s worth of affection released in a salty torrent.
Melody gulped it all down, catching every drop, slowly taking over again as he slumped back on the bed.
Bobbing gently. Sucking softly. Cleaning him with a thoroughness that revealed her devotion to the old geezer.
She swirled her tongue around the head, lapping up the final salty pearls of semen, leaving him slick and empty.
Red slumped back against the pillows, chest heaving, his eyes glazed. "God almighty... you drank it all."
"Every drop," Melody whispered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She smiled, a wicked, satisfied curve of her lips. "But I'm not done with you."
Before Red could catch his breath, Melody moved. She crawled up his body, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his chest. She hiked her lace panties aside and lowered herself directly onto his face.
"My turn," she purred.
Red didn't need to be told twice. Even freshly spent, he was always game to feast on Melody’s slick cunny. His tongue darted out, broad and rough, meeting her wetness. He groaned into her, tasting her sweet juices with relish.
Melody gasped, gripping the headboard. "Yes... eat me out, Grandpappy. Taste your granddaughter."
He devoured her. He licked and sucked with a hunger that defied his age. His stubble scratched against her sensitive inner thighs, sending sparks of electricity through her nerves.
"That's right," Melody panted, grinding her clit against his mouth. "Be a good boy. Make me cum."
Red found her button and worked it mercilessly. Melody’s head fell back, her hips bucking involuntarily. The combination of the luxury suite, the taboo dirty talk, and the sheer skill of his tongue pushed her over the edge in seconds.
"Oh god! Grandpappy! Red! Make me cum! Make my little pussy squiiiiirt!"
She shuddered and bucked, crying out as her climax pounded through her, soaking his face. She rode out the waves on his tongue, letting him suck every twitch from her teen twat, grinding down hard until the last spasm faded.
She slid slowly off his face and down onto his chest. She collapsed atop him, panting. Red lay beneath her, his face wet, grinning like a man who had just won the lottery, his callused hands filled with her round ass. He idly squeezed her peachy rear and kissed her slender neck.
She squirmed from side-to-side, enjoying the way he handled her.
“That ass is yours, Grandpappy,” she moaned, finding his lips and sharing a hot kiss with their juices mingling between them. His hands continued to knead and even playfully spanked her plush rear.
Melody giggled and as she shifted, she felt something hard pressing against her thigh. She looked down. Against all odds, the old man’s cock was stirring again, rising from the parted wool of his trousers, thick and demanding once more.
Melody laughed, a delighted, breathy sound. "Look at that. You're a machine, old man."
Red chuckled darkly, reaching up to grip her waist. "You woke him up, sugar. Now you gotta deal with him."
"Come here," he growled.
He sat up, flipping her over with a grunt of effort, pinning her to the mattress on her back. He loomed over her, a white-haired wolf still wearing his suit pants, harder than he had been the first time.
He looked down at her body, displayed in the white lace. His eyes traced the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the sheer panel over her pussy.
"You wore this for me?" he rasped, tracing a line down her cleavage with a rough finger.
"Only for you," Melody breathed, her legs falling open for him. "Only my Grandpappy gets to see this."
Calling him that always hit him right in his heart.
Or maybe a little further south. His eyes narrowed.
He reached down and hooked his fingers into the sheer fabric of her panties, pulling them aside.
The sound of the delicate lace tearing slightly under his rough grip made Melody’s hips jerk upward.
"Then Grandpappy is going to make sure you remember who he is," he promised.
He didn't fumble. He positioned himself between her thighs, the wool of his trousers scratching deliciously against her bare inner legs above the stockings. He lined himself up with her tender folds and locked eyes as he pushed in.
It was a slow stroke, laying claim to her the way few men ever even attempted. He sank into her inch by inch, stretching her, maybe not the biggest cock she’d ever seen, but an incredible dick. Melody gasped, her head falling back into the pillows, her back arching.
"Oh god… Red… you feel so big."
"Look at me," he commanded.
Melody forced her eyes open. Red was staring down at her, his face inches from hers. Breath hot and minty. The intensity in his gaze was overwhelming. There was lust, yes. But underneath the "Grandpappy" roleplay, there was real affection without any games.
He began to move. Slow. Deep. Deliberate.
He withdrew until he was almost gone, teasing her entrance, before gliding back in to the hilt. Their gasping breath mingled. Their lips brushed together but they did not kiss. Her body quivered with every hilting stroke of that cock. He was making love to her in the dirtiest way possible.