Chapter 10 #2
She hovers by the bed, fingers curled around the edge of her dress. It’s adorable. I want to eat her alive, and also—impossibly—I want to slow time down and watch every micro-expression ripple through her.
I cross to her, take her face in both hands, and kiss her.
At first, it’s soft: a question she can walk away from.
But she doesn’t walk—she leans into me, opens her mouth, and the taste of her lips is tart and electric.
When I deepen it, her hands come up around my neck, uncertain at first, then stronger, as if she’s daring herself to need me.
I pull her tighter, hands sliding down the long line of her back. She’s trembling, but not with fear—more like the shudder of a wire strung too tight. I break the kiss, rest my forehead on hers. “You okay?” I say, voice low.
She nods, just once, but her breath comes in rapid, shallow bursts.
I slide my hands under her thighs, and she jumps a little as I hoist her up. She’s weightless. Her legs go around my waist, locking behind me, skirt riding high up her hips. She buries her face in my neck, and I feel her teeth graze my skin, a little gasp. I spin her, set her gently on the bed.
She sits there, knees together, hands folded in her lap, eyes huge and innocent.
I want to devour her and also shield her from everything bad in the world.
Instead, I stare for a moment at the golden girl before turning quickly.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell her, and slip into the attached en suite to wash my hands.
The damned salt from the Marcona almonds is everywhere, and I don’t want to soil her ivory flesh with harsh crystals.
It takes all of twenty seconds, but when I return, Andie’s moved. Her purse is on the nightstand, its flap hanging open, and her dress is still on, but she looks softer, as if she’s shed a layer of armor in the two minutes I’ve been gone.
I sit on the bed beside her. She doesn’t look at me, just at her hands.
“Sweetheart,” I say, and tip her chin up so she has to meet my eyes. “Do you want me to keep going?”
She hesitates, then nods.
I start with the zipper at her side, slow and careful.
The fabric parts with the faintest whisper.
I slip the straps from her shoulders, one after the other, exposing the perfect shell of her collarbone and the faintest blush of pink at the tips of her breasts.
She’s wearing a bra, pale blue, cheap but pretty, and it makes her seem even more naked.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, and it’s not a line. She flushes, but doesn’t look away.
I ease the dress down her body, past her hips, and let it puddle on the floor. I take her hands and guide her up, turning her to face me. I unhook her bra, slow, watching her face the whole time. She’s scared and excited, breathing fast.
When the bra falls away, her breasts are enormous, with pink nipples that peak in the cold air. She’s so beautiful that I moan low in my throat before touching one, just a fingertip, and she shivers all over.
“You’re so sensitive,” I growl. “I like that. What size are these?” I ask, pulling at a hard tip.
She closes her eyes for a moment, loving the tug on her sensitive peak, and then manages to say, “They’re Double D’s.
My tits started growing early and by eighth grade, they were this big. It was hellish.”
“I’ll bet you were irresistible to the boys,” I growl before leaning forward to lick a pink tip.
She lets out a gasp of pleasure, and I smell it then - the unescapable scent of female desire. Her pussy must be sweltering, and I smile devilishly.
I run my hands down her ribcage, over her hips, to the waistband of her underwear. It’s cotton, printed with tiny blue hearts. I almost laugh at the sweet panties, but the tenderness of it hits me in the teeth.
“May I?” I ask, thumb hooked in the elastic.
She nods.
I slip them down, revealing the tiny patch of pale blonde hair at the top, and then the beauty that I’ve been waiting for. Her pussy is swollen and glistening, and looks so tight that it’s probably painful. I kneel, kiss her hipbone, and run my hands along the inside of her thighs.
She’s shaking now, both legs vibrating like I’ve run a current through them.
“Lie back,” I say, and she does, arms splayed and hair a golden river over my sheets.
I open her thighs and just stare for a moment at the beautiful pussy before me. She’s wet already, but not dripping—just a little glisten at the seam. Her clit is hooded, shy, and her lips are pale pink, pressed together so tight it looks like they might refuse me.
“Fuuuck,” I groan.
“What is it?” she asks, suddenly alarmed.
“Nothing,” I rasp. “You’re insanely beautiful, that’s all.”
Then I lower my mouth to the softest skin above her knee, and kiss up, slow, to the inner thigh. She’s breathing faster now, and when I reach her pussy, I nuzzle it with my nose. She gasps, lifts her hips, then slams them down as if surprised by her own need.
“Don’t be shy,” I rasp. “I know you have a horny cunt, sweetheart. That’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, just once, and her whole body lifts off the bed.
“Oooooh!” she wails softly, cupping her big breasts. “Ahhh!”
I grin and I do it again, then circle the tip of my tongue around her clit, not touching, just letting the heat of my breath build.
“Please,” she whispers. “Oh god!”
“Please what?” I tease, but my own voice is breaking.
“Touch me, Thomas,” she says, and it’s so raw I nearly lose control. “I need it.”
I press my tongue flat to her wetness, and she arches, hands fisting in the sheets. I lick slow, up and down her swollen slit, feeling the muscle in her thighs tense with every pass. I go a little harder, a little faster, and she starts to moan, low and soft.
“God, you taste so good,” I tell her, and she makes a strangled noise.
“Mmmm!”
That’s my cue. I slip a finger into her vag, gentle as possible, and instantly meet resistance—a tight band of muscle at the opening.
She moans again, her head tossing on the pillow as I gently wiggle just the tip of my finger before pulling out.
Then I do it again, her pussy juicing onto my hand, hot nectar filling my palm.
Slowly, I push one, and then two fingers in until I reach it.
The barrier. Her hymen is present, a thin membrane, untouched.
The realization hits me like a punch to the gut. Possession fills my veins, an indescribable thunder building in my brain. She really is a virgin. No man has been here before. Not even close.
I pull back, look up at her, and she’s watching me, desperate.
“Are you okay?” I say.
“Yes,” she says, and the way she says it leaves no room for doubt.
With that, I press my tongue to her clit and slide my fingers in again, slow and careful, stretching her gently. She cries out, a wordless wail, and then she’s shaking all over, hips bucking against my face.
I work her for a minute, slow and steady, curling my fingers inside, scissoring her open just a little.
“Daddy needs to stretch this pussy out,” I rasp while licking her clit. “You’re too small, baby, and if I don’t stretch you out first, you’ll be destroyed by my big cock.”
She lets out a whine, her hands gripping the sheets as her head tilts back with ecstasy. The heat of her vag is insane, and I feel her clit throb against my tongue.
“Yesss,” I croon. “You love being fingered, don’t you? You have a horny little pussy that can only be satisfied by Daddy, sweetheart. Isn’t that right? You need Daddy’s big dick to make this ache go away.”
With the dirty words, Andie comes with a scream, pussy clamping my hand like a vise. She bucks, wild and uncoordinated, writhing under me as her vaginal walls spasm hard, gasps filling the air.
“Oh god,” she wails. “Oh god, Thomas—”
“That’s it,” I say, shaking my fingers in her horny cunt, voice rough. “Let go, baby. Let it happen.”
With a wail, a second orgasm strikes. This one is even bigger, a full-body quake that ends with her back arching up, her pussy clamping down hard once on my fingers, before dissolving into pleasurable tremors as she screams and cries out.
Her big breasts shake, her hips twist, and then I feel something warm and wet splash against my palm, and when I look down, there’s a clear jet of fluid squirting from her hole.
It’s a powerful stream, and immediately, I know what’s happening.
Andie’s a squirter. I feel absurdly proud, and without missing a beat, I lean down and begin licking her pussy through the squirts, trying to swallow as much as possible.
“Yes,” I moan. “Give Daddy your pussy fluid. Squirt like a hose, baby. Show me how much you like it.”
Andie bucks again, her pussy still sending arcs of fluid that splash against my cheeks, neck, and chest, but I don’t give a fuck.
My baby is enjoying herself, and I love it.
I continue to fingerfuck her, even while sucking and licking her clit, moaning my pleasure.
But finally, she goes limp, eyes rolling back, chest rising and falling in huge, desperate breaths.
“Oh my god,” she gasps helplessly. “Oh god, oh god.”
I wipe my mouth, then lean over her, kissing her slow, letting her taste herself on my lips.
“You’re incredible,” I say. “But God can’t help you now.”
She stares at the ceiling, dazed, then looks at me, lips parted. “Hmmm? Is it always like that?”
I laugh. “Only with me.”
She’s still panting, but awareness continues to tremble through her ivory form.
I brush the golden locks from her face, kiss her cheek, and settle beside her on the bed.
“Rest a minute,” I say, and stroke her stomach, feeling the aftershocks ripple under my hand.
She turns her face to me, blue eyes glazed with pleasure. “You can do whatever you want to my body,” she murmurs, and it’s not a dare. It’s surrender. “I want you to, Daddy. Use my curves to make yourself feel good.”
I believe her. This innocent girl is a horny slut on the inside.