Chapter 6 #2
My dick is so stiff for this virgin, it’s a crime.
Now. Now. Has to be now.
I seal my lips overs hers and use my fist to push hot, thick inches inside her creamy little hole, breaking the kiss with broken snarls of possessiveness.
I’m vibrating, it’s already so good. I roll my forehead on top of hers and spit into her fucking mouth, because I want to be inside of her all over. Everywhere. She’s mine.
Oh God, oh God.
I’m losing it.
I feel my mind slipping into some unfamiliar place of obsession.
Need beyond what I’ve ever known it to be.
I’m roaring by the time my balls press up against her ass, and holy shit, I’m inside of the tightest space and this girl is purring against my mouth, moving her hips around trying to get comfortable, her tits squashed to my chest, and I want to wail on her.
Violently. My hips are screaming to drive her into the bed, the way a hammer does a nail.
But she looks up at me with those precious green eyes and I do the impossible.
I make love to this girl I want to fuck like an animal.
“How does that feel, baby?” I say quietly against her mouth, stirring my hips. Careful. Careful. “You’re taking all of me like such a good girl.”
That’s when the real miracle happens.
My gentle tone of voice melts her even more.
Her eyes soften to clover and she lets loose moisture where our bodies are joined.
“I can feel you stretching me,” she whispers, awed. “I-I like being a good girl.”
She wants to play.
I’m not sure where that intuition comes from. But it belongs solely to her.
And it flows out of me, naturally. Because June requires it.
“I’ll tell you what good girls do. How about that?”
She nods eagerly, and I start to rock, my dick barely able to squeeze in and out of her, but that tiny window I’m given to thrust is the best goddamn thing I’ve ever felt. Tight as sin. Right as anything. Sacred.
“A good girl gets on her back, just like this, when Daddy says it’s time to play.”
Her cunt clamps down so hard hearing that, I groan through a shuddering curse.
And I can’t help it, I fall into a hungry rhythm, my balls starting a light smack off the hot curve of her ass.
Not too fast, but edging toward a gallop.
Christ, though, I should be given sainthood for holding back.
I want to ride her into the fucking ground.
“A good girl is always ready to offer Daddy her mouth, pussy or bottom for play time.” I spit on her parted mouth again, my head spinning when she licks it up. “I have a feeling I’m going to want that smart young mouth around my cock as often as I can get it.”
“Oh. Y-yes!” Another twisting clamp of her intimate muscles.
My pace picks up against my will, groans beginning to fall from my mouth, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room.
We’re in perfect rhythm, the strokes wet and firm and deep.
Utter paradise. “What else does a good girl do?” she gasps. “Tell me.”
The base of my spine is beginning to twist. An omen.
Jesus. I’ve never experienced pleasure this intense.
I can barely breathe. Barely think.
“A good girl understands when Daddy gets crazy at the end.” My hand closes around her throat of its own accord, my gaze fastened to her ripe, bouncy titties that move faster and faster with the urgent surges of my hips.
“Because it’s your little forbidden fuck hole that made him this way, isn’t it? Knowing it’s there makes Daddy insane.”
“Yes.”
“My come is the price you pay for existing, little girl.”
“I want it,” she whines.
“Good,” I growl, shoving her thighs open and plowing her with a slack jaw, my eyes seeing nothing. Blinded by pleasure. My hips are out of control, pummeling. Pummeling. “Take it. Take it whether you want it or not.”
I take off.
I simply take off.
I’m not rooted to the bed anymore. Or reality.
My body is nothing but an experience, jolting with unmitigated waves of bliss, one on top of the other.
Sperm spews from the head of my cock and bathes her womb while we both shake, gasping for air, clawing at one another’s skin, and I tilt my hips and bear down, as if I want to get her pregnant.
Maybe I do.
Maybe I want to get her pregnant ten times.
Maybe I can’t imagine going a day without her ever again.
It’s a very inconvenient time to realize how infatuated I am with this girl, because when I collapse on top of her and look at her sweet face, when I notice the angelic fragility and youth of her body, I’m reminded…my God, I’m twice her age.
Not only that, I’m a drunk has-been.
A renowned asshole.
What was I thinking wanting to get her pregnant? Tying this young girl down would be my cruelest move yet. And ironically, she’s the thing making me want to be a better man.
A better man than someone who handcuffs a girl in her prime.
Sleeping with her was bad enough. But…permanency?
I beat back the potent wave of happiness that comes over me when I think about keeping June with me…always. Instead of just the three days she’s on tour.
But that kind of happiness isn’t for old bastards like me.