Penny #3
Jacob gently swipes his hand over my ass, moving it lower between my legs to purposefully rub my pussy.
My surprise is a blip before arousal takes over. I whimper and rock back for more, shamefully wanting him to slip his fingers into my underwear then into me.
His erection twitches under me. He tightens his grip on my hair and tugs it, forcing my neck into an arch.
“Your underwear is soaked. You weren’t supposed to enjoy your punishment, you know.”
His growl makes my face burn hot with shame yet my pussy tightens. My words come out like a moan.
“I didn’t mean to.”
He rubs my pussy back and forth over my wet underwear, following the line of my slit until he presses on my clit. I raise my hips and mash myself against his hand, ignoring the scolding voice demanding I stop what I’m doing.
I can’t.
This is exactly what I want.
He pulls his hand away from me and releases my hair. I let out a harsh exhale, between my legs missing his touch.
Jacob leans over me and I hear the subtle sound as he pumps out lotion. He smears it over my tender flesh and I groan softly in satisfaction as the coolness soothes the stinging heat.
He gently rubs my skin. I won’t lie. As much as I hated this at the start, and I was totally mortified, I wouldn’t mind lying here and letting Jacob massage my ass with lotion.
When he’s done, he combs his fingers through my hair, massaging away the ache in my scalp from his pulling.
It’s relaxing to have his fingers in my hair. I’m surprised that this man who’s been so mean to me on multiple occasions is capable of such gentleness.
Jacob sweeps his hand down my back and over the curve of my ass in a worshipful caress. Then he tugs my underwear back into place and my leggings up. I lift my hips again so the material can cover my behind.
“Is it over?” I ask, ignoring the disappointment in my voice.
“Yes.”
I raise myself and crawl backward off his lap. I meet his gaze while I’m kneeling beside him.
“Why do you make me call you Daddy? With our history, it’s kind of twisted.”
“It’s symbolic to me. You came to me for protection, and I take care of you and teach you while you’re here.”
“But you only ever make me say it at times when it’s pretty wrong for me to say it.”
He grabs my waist, pulling me on top of him again. I’m sitting on his lap and facing him. I grasp his shoulders for balance, my knees pressing into the couch cushion on either side of his thighs.
“When you call me that, you make me feel important to you during a vulnerable moment for the both of us. And I love how it makes you blush.”
He stares into my eyes before he cups the back of my neck and pulls me closer. His intention is clear and I’m shaking. I should resist. I can’t… I don’t want to. His possessive hold won’t let me.
His lips meet mine in a chaste kiss like this morning. It doesn’t stay that way for long. He sweeps his tongue between my lips and into my mouth.
I’m burning with need as our lips mash together and his tongue twists with mine. He cups and squeezes my ass and I’m not even aware of the ache from the spanking. I’m too caught up in Jacob’s greedy kiss.
My nipples are hard, between my legs aching for stimulation. I widen my knees and press down on Jacob’s erection, grinding myself on it. He groans into my mouth and makes me rock on him, then he pulls his lips from mine.
“You’re asking for it when you move on me like that.”
His breath feathers my lips as he speaks. He turns me and presses me into the couch with his bigger body, claiming my mouth in another deep kiss.
God. He’s so hard and thick as he ruts against me. I curl my leg over his hip and clutch at his shoulders, desperate for him beyond reason.
Jacob drags his lips down my neck, over the collar. His descent continues as he pulls back to press kisses down my front. He shoves up my shirt to kiss my bare stomach and my insides quiver from his warm kiss.
Some awareness finally cuts through the fog of lust when he hooks his fingers into my leggings. I stiffen as he starts peeling them down my hips again.
“Wait... what are you doing?”
He smirks up at me. “Having my dessert after dinner.”
Does that mean what I think it means?
Shouldn’t I stop him from doing that?
“But Liz might catch us.” I dart a nervous glance at the front door.
“Making you come on my face is worth the risk.”
I’m gripped by perverse curiosity as I let Jacob peel my leggings and underwear down. I even raise my hips to help him remove them.
Jacob drops them on the floor then spreads my thighs wide. Self-conscious that this is the first time anyone other than my gyno is getting such an intimate look at me, I start to close my legs.
“Don’t hide this pretty little pussy from me, babygirl,” Jacob demands, spreading my legs wide again. “Daddy has to get a real good look at what he’s about to eat.”
A ravenous look on his face, he licks his lips like he’s been presented with a buffet and he doesn’t know where to start. He hooks his arms under my thighs and holds me open for him, then presses a kiss directly on my pussy. I buck and whimper.
“Oh…”
He kisses me again, a firmer press followed by a leisurely lick that makes me arch my back. I moan and plant my hand on the top of his head, clutching his hair.
He parts me and explores me with his tongue. My whimpers, his groans, and the wet sounds of his mouth moving against me fills the living room.
“Mmh... ohh… yes…”
I shouldn’t moaning “yes,” I should be crying “no” or “stop” because this is wrong. Very wrong. Only a few days ago, I said with conviction I would never allow Jacob to fuck me. Here I am on my back, letting him eat my pussy, loving every second of it too.
I should push him back. Jacob laps away any resistance. I’m squirming under him, unconcerned about the tenderness on my ass as I move against the couch cushions. He groans against me.
“Fuck… your pussy is even sweeter than I thought…”
Jacob’s licking and sucking is noisy and lewd. His fingers dig into my thighs as he mashes his face into me, his tongue and lips so eager and relentless.
He pulls my clit between his lips and sucks it. My moans grow louder and breathier as his tongue laps and swirls over me. I cover my mouth, concerned that Elizabeth might hear me or might even walk in on this sordid sight.
What we’re doing is so risky but Jacob doesn’t seem bothered at all. He’s focused entirely on my pleasure. He presses his fingers to my entrance. I groan as he eases one into me, then I whine his name as he pushes another in with the first.
“Mmh… do you love my fingers inside you, sweetheart?”
I pull my hands away from my mouth to gasp out my answer.
“Yes, Daddy… I love it…”
I’m ashamed how quickly I spoke without the slightest hesitation. The words are twisted and they’re true. His fingers are large and firm, filling me so much better than mine ever could.
“Of course you do… this tight little pussy is so wet for me…”
It’s my first time getting licked and fingered. Jacob is responsible again for stealing one of my firsts. He’s been collecting them one after the next.
I clench around his fingers and rock my hips as he pumps into me, the steady strokes within my walls pulling endless whimpers and moans from my lips. Jacob groans.
“Your sexy moans are making me so fucking stiff…”
His admission thrills me, and I’m too warm in my clothes, my chest heaving from my hard breathing. Overwhelming pleasure assaults me and it’s strengthening the longer Jacob feasts on me.
Tension and heat rises in my body. Jacob’s deliciously thick fingers rub a sweet spot inside me, building up my orgasm faster than when I touch myself.
Our gazes meet, and looking at his familiar face between my legs is extra wrong. Extra filthy. Extra hot. Those lips on my pussy once gave me guidance. Then they said mean things to me. Now they’re giving me more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced.
He gives my clit a hard, hungry suck that jolts me and I cry out.
“Come on, babygirl… give Daddy what he needs…”
I become a squirming, whimpering mess for Daddy, my thighs shaking as his dedicated tongue on my clit speeds me toward the edge. I arch my hips, straining for that peak, shamelessly mashing and grinding my pussy into Daddy’s face when I finally reach it.
“Oh god... Daddy... I’m… ohhhh...”
Bliss hits hard and sweet. I cup the back of his head, clutching fistfuls of his hair as my trembling thighs close around his head. I’m shaking as euphoric, pulsing warmth spreads out from between my legs and through my body.
He continues lapping me and fucking me with his fingers, unconcerned I’m smothering him. I vaguely hear his groan praising me for coming for him.
Jacob only lets up when I’m floating down from the clouds. He pulls his fingers out of me and climbs on top of me again.
His kiss is hard and hungry and I taste myself on his tongue. He grinds his rigid erection between my legs, swallowing my whimpers.
Then we both freeze at the sound of footsteps thudding up the porch stairs.