Chapter 8 #2
“Good.” I adjust the erection in my jeans, and her mood changes in the blink of an eye, going from jubilant to aware. “Now, what did I tell you last night?”
Her knees dip under the weight of arousal, her teeth sinking hard into her bottom lip while she attempts to get herself under control. “A g-good girl is always ready to offer Daddy her mouth, pussy or b-bottom for play time.”
Oh fuck. How can I survive without this, now that I’ve had it?
This redheaded angel is stoking a fire in me that’s never blazed with such hunger. Such force. I’ve always been dominant in the sack, but this is extremely new.
This is a way of life.
It could so easily be our way of life.
“That’s right.” I stride forward and grip the side of her jaw, pushing my thumb between her glossy lips, grunting in satisfaction when she sucks, moaning. “Here’s a nice little fucking mouth.” I draw the digit in and out. “Show me my other options.”
Continuing to suckle my thumb, she lifts her skirt with trembling hands, revealing a dark red thong that has already been soaked clean through.
Letting my thumb go with a pop, she turns around, plants her hands on the narrow, twin-sized bed, flips up the back of her skirt and lifts her bare ass for inspection.
God, she’s an extraordinary creature. A marvel.
A phenomenon. “Which one do you want, Daddy?”
I’m sweating like a motherfucker.
Never been so worked up in all my life.
Even more than last night when I was almost sick with lust.
“Get down on your knees and suck my cock,” I say raggedly, unfastening the button of my jeans and lowering the fly with shaking fingers.
“Next time a man checks you out, I’m going to calm myself down by remembering the shape of your throat.
Remembering I’m the only man who’s traced that sweet curve with his cock.
” She’s kneeling in front of me, and I watch her eyes widen dramatically at the up close and personal view of my dripping dick, so fat and veiny in my fist. Compared to her innocent little mouth, it’s a monstrosity, and yet her eyes are practically glowing with anticipation.
“That’s how deep you’re going to let me feed this pipe, ain’t you, baby? ”
“Yes,” she whispers, her eyelids sliding down in ecstasy when I push the head of my erection past her glossy lips, testing her mouth with a shallow stroke, my balls tightening when she suckles eagerly, cheeks hollowing.
Opening her mouth and giving me a worshipful look, permitting me without words to sink deeper, deeper, causing her to gag ever so slightly, before she recovers from the intrusion and starts to take me into her throat without resistance.
“Mmmm,” she moans around my flesh, the flats of her palms skating up my hairy thighs and tangling in the sides of my briefs to keep me steady while she sucks.
“Oh God, yeah, baby, that’s how you treat Daddy like a king. Look up at me with those sweet green eyes and suck it nasty. That’s my girl. Put that fist into it now…ohhhh yeah. Oh, fuck yeah. Work it tight, work it tight.”
She’s incredible.
The unparalleled suction is going right to my head.
I feel it everywhere. In my stomach, in my stones.
I’ve got my two fists wrapped in red hair and I’m rocking my hips toward the paradise of her mouth, stretching her lips to hell with my stiff, wide trunk, and she’s whimpering and squirming on her knees, like she might have an orgasm from sucking me off.
She’s a little obsessed with me, my June Bug.
With anyone else, that might be a cause for alarm, but not with her.
I’m the luckiest fucker alive. She is feasting on my dick like she’s never tasted anything so extraordinary, her throat convulsing with moans of enjoyment that send vibrations of bliss straight down to my toes.
“Sweet Christ. I’m fitting to bust,” I pant, actively fucking her little mouth now, my dick squeezing in and out past her lips with wet squishes of flesh on tongue, squelches of warm saliva on plunging cock.
“Do you want my sperm in your belly? Or do you want to turn around and take my nut in that hot young ass?”
June shudders and whines, her fingers moving beneath her skirt to masturbate herself, as if the suggestion of anal turns her on.
She takes hearty pulls on my johnson, like she’s indulging in a lollipop, and all the while she plays with herself through the dark red material of her panties.
Rubbing and teasing that tight, sexy cunt.
“You want me to own all three holes, don’t you, baby?” I rasp.
I pull my cock out of her mouth, because I want to hear her answer. “Yes, Daddy,” she gasps, spit dripping off her chin. “I want you to own all of me.”
I grit my teeth to prevent my seed from spilling, she’s such an arousing vision, on her knees, ready to give me everything. Everything. “Stay kneeling and turn around. Rest your cheek on the bed and tilt your hips. Show me the asshole you kept all for Daddy.”
She’s so overcome with heat, she can barely do what she’s told.
She stares at my distended cock longingly like she wants to keep sucking it, but duty wins and she turns around on her knees, draping her upper half over the bed and lifting the back of her skirt, perking those tight buns up for my perusal.
Sliding her knees open on the floor, she gives me the ten-million-dollar view that almost has me spraying come all over those round cheeks.