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Beckett
I roll my tongue over my teeth, pressing my forehead against hers to try to calm down. “Yeah? You want me to touch you, angel?”
“I do,” she whispers, her voice quivering with nervous excitement.
I move my hand to the outside of her shorts, rubbing my thumb over pussy from the outside, before slipping them underneath. I hiss when I feel the lace around her panties.
I pull her shorts aside so I can get a better view, and I don’t recognize them. “Are these new panties little girl?” I ask gruffly, as she nods.
“Uh huh. D-do you want to see them?” she offers sweetly.
“Mmm, of course I do, pretty girl. Lay down and show me,” I say, lifting her up off of my lap.
She moves down to her floor, laying down on her back on the rug. She lifts up her hips and pulls off her shorts, as I watch her with rapt attention. Her delicate panties are white, with pink lace around them, and they are lowcut showing off her figure perfectly.
“Those are so pretty, sweetheart,” I coo, running my hands up her thighs. There’s a damp spot on her panties, and I press my thumb against it, rubbing her gently.
I lean down to kiss her, and her fingers thread through my hair again as I continue rubbing her. Her tongue finds mine and I devour her, going from calm and patient, to ravenous, in a heartbeat.
She moans as my thumb moves faster, her hips swirling, “P-please,” she whimpers against my lips, her breaths coming out faster.
“What a naughty girl. Isn’t this enough for you, angel? You want me to take these sweet little panties off of you?” I rasp.
Her eyes light up, and she nods her head adamantly, her hand moving to massage her breasts through her shirt. “Yes daddy. Please,” she whines.
I ignore her pleading, even though my cock is straining the fabric of my briefs to the point I think they may rip. I want to make her wait for it, and see how much she will beg to have me devour her.
I take my hand away from her and she lets out a pitiful whine. Her gaze falls down to my pants as I stand up and unbuckle my belt, pulling them off and kicking them aside. My shirt goes next, and I palm myself through my briefs, watching her legs fall open in invitation.
“Tsk, tsk. Such a horny girl,” I taunt, shaking my head and pulling my briefs off. “What am I going to do with you?”
“You can touch me again,” she offers eagerly, “Just for a little longer.”
I squeeze my cock, clenching my jaw as I come to straddle her legs. I push her shirt up and watch her continue to fondle herself for a moment as I stroke myself from root to tip, smearing my precum over the head of my cock.
“Just for a little longer. Then we will stop, sweetheart,” I mumble, pressing my cock against her soaking wet panties.
I bite back a groan as she moans, the head of my cock stretching the wet fabric of her panties. “ More ,” she begs, pushing back against me, needing more friction between us.
“I thought you were my good girl, Selah,” I rasp, rubbing my cock up and down her cloth covered slit. “Good girls don’t beg to be fucked on the floor like little sluts, do they?”
Her eyes light on fire, and she licks her lips, “M-maybe I don’t want to be a good girl right now. Maybe I can be something else,” she says confidently.
I stop moving, my pulse quickening at her words. “You want to be daddy’s little slut?”
She moans, closing her eyes, “Yes,” she breathes.
I clench my jaw, moving her panties to the side slowly. I rub my cock through her wet folds, restraining my desire to plow myself inside of her. “Fuck you’re soaking, sweetheart. You like it when I play with you?” I ask.
“ Yes , yes , Beck. So much. I need more,” she moans.
I play with her clit, pressing the head of my cock against her entrance and her moaning grows louder, her body pressing against mine, ready to swallow me whole.
“Just the tip, sweetheart,” I grunt, slowly stretching her open with the head of my cock.
“Beccck,” she cries, her body vibrating underneath me as I continue to press against her.
I lean down to kiss her, pulling my hips back and then forward again as I hold my cock, continuing to fuck her with just the head.
Her moaning turns loud and desperate, and I feel sweat breaking out along my forehead as I rub her clit faster, bringing her over the edge.
“Shhh, little girl. You don’t want all of your neighbors to know what I’m doing to you, do you?” I growl.
Her body tenses, and I pull out of her as she comes, her cries echoing across the room as her back arches off of the floor.
I hook my thumbs into her panties and slide them down her legs, balling them up in my hand. “Open your mouth,” I demand gruffly.
Her eyes widen, but she obeys me, opening her mouth for me. I put her panties inside of her mouth, and take both of her wrists in one of my hands, putting them above her head.
I know right now she can see every single dark corner of my obsession with her, but I’m past the point of caring.
She’s shown me her secrets, and she’s about to hear, and feel, every filthy thought and idea I’ve dreamed of giving her.
“I can’t listen to any more of that fucking pretty moaning, or I'm going to blow before I want to, sweetheart,” I grunt, “And daddy only wants his cum inside of that tight little cunt.”
She lets out a muffled response that makes my cock twitch. Watching her wiggle underneath me, with her dick teasing panties in her mouth is a fantasy I didn’t even realize I had. I know she can taste herself on them but I can tell she is more turned on than I’ve ever seen her before.
I press my cock against her entrance again and push inside of her slowly, this time giving her much more than the fat head. She whines around her panties and I groan loudly as her body stretches to welcome me inside where I belong.
“Shh. Be quiet and take it, sweetheart,” I rasp, pushing in another delicious inch.
“I was going to take you really nice and slow, like a good girl,” I grumble. “But I'm not really in a gentle mood anymore, sweetheart,” I continue, bucking my hips forward and making us both cry out.
I stay there for a moment, rooted inside of her, trying to put the pieces of my brain back together so that I can move again.
There is nothing like being inside of her, and if I could figure out a way to live here, I would do it without even a second fucking thought.
I pull back and begin to move slowly in and out of her, and her little muffled noises continue, despite my warning for her to stay quiet. Every sound she makes goes straight to my cock and spreads through my entire body, and I know I can’t hold on much longer.
“Show me those tits, sweetheart. Let daddy see them bounce while I fuck you,” I demand, letting go of her hands.
She pushes her shirt up eagerly displaying her perfect breasts for me, and I fuck her faster, my hunger to feel her pussy grip me as she comes again fueling me on as I rut into her in swift strokes. Her body begins to scoot across the floor and I dig my fingers into her waist to keep her where I need her.
My head begins to spin feeling the softness of her skin under my fingertips, the incredible feeling of her breasts in my hands, the sounds of our flesh slapping against one another as we both chase our climax.
I find her clit again, circling it faster until I feel the familiar tensing of her body as she starts to come. We lock eyes and I reach down to take her panties out of her mouth so I can hear her scream.
She cries out my name and my spine tingles as we both start to come. “That’s it, angel,” I groan, watching her body shudder underneath me.
I fill her up and pump into her a few more times, grinding myself against her. I slump over her and kiss her forehead.
She licks her lips, smiling up at me lazily. “Did I feel good daddy?” she whispers.
I pepper kisses down her face until I reach her lips, giving her a gentle kiss there, “Good doesn’t even scratch the surface of what it feels like being inside of you, sweetheart,” I mumble.
I slowly kiss her as I pull out of her pussy, then bend my head and watch our mixed release escape her. I pick her up and walk us to her bedroom, laying her down on top of her bed.
I toss her panties in the hamper by the wall, then go to her drawers to retrieve a fresh pair, bringing it over to her. I pull the new panties up her legs and fit them in place.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I pat her pussy gently.
I lean over her, taking her chin in my hand until we are face to face. “I want you to leave these on and keep my cum inside you until daddy is done working. You understand?”
Her eyes twinkle with mischief and she squirms, “Yes Beck. I promise I will,” she promises sweetly.
“Good girl,” I say, moving to stand up. My eyes roam over her sated body one more time before I sadly decide I need to get back to work.
“I’m going to get dressed and go, angel. I’ll come get you when I wrap up. You’re staying with me, so pack enough to not leave for a while.”
She gives me a lazy salute, smiling brightly, “Yes sir!”
I smile back at her, giving her one last kiss before reluctantly going in search of my clothes.