“Please…” I whimper shifting my hips, seeking more of whatever this is.
My mind is spinning. When I close my eyes, bright sparks flash behind my lids.
He shoves the fabric of my dress to the tops of my thighs.
“Hold that there,” he orders as he strips himself of his jacket, laying it on the one kitchen chair next to the door, then yanks the drenched, darkened lace of my black panties aside and presses a finger to my opening.
I grab the lavender hem of my dress and hold it, leaning back on my other hand. I'm so wet that the countertop is slick under me. His mouth drags over my tits as they fall over the scrunched-up fabric of my dress. His beard scratches, his mouth a warm, wet wonderland.
His teeth clamp shut on a sharp bite. As I scream, caught by surprise then feeling his teeth glide graze off my nipple, making me feel so, so alive.
“Owww,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “That hurts.”
“I’m sure it does, and you just gushed all over my fingers.”
He bites a large mouthful of the other breast. Something wild ignites inside of me.
A moment later he’s growling and licking his way up my neck making me shiver.
My pussy spasms around nothing. His finger brushes my opening, feeling a warm pool of my juice spilling out around his teasing digit.
I gasp as a thick arm winds around my waist. His hand leaves my pussy and yanks my dress from where I’m holding it, then shoves a handful of the soft fabric down in the deepest part of the low V, like tying a t-shirt up in the summer. His hands shift lower and I feel his nails burn a path over my ass and thighs as he drags my panties down.
A moment later, he has a fist gnarled in my hair. He yanks my face to his, so close the tip of my nose presses against his beard.
Since I was young, I’ve always been the quiet, well-behaved daughter. First with my mother, who I adored. Then with my father, more so to skate underneath his resentful glare.
Now? All the rebellion and wildness I didn’t know I had comes forward in a fury. All the fantasies I’ve hidden away for too long come roaring to life, and I’m on the razor’s edge of a wickedness that feels like waking up at home after a sad, scary dream.
And all this with a man probably twice my age, who I met only hours ago…and yet, when he takes a seat on the stool in front of me and lowers his face, instead of shrinking away, I spread my knees wider…inviting everything he brings.
“It’s a good fucking thing this pussy is legal.” Jack grits out as I clench my inner muscles in anticipation. “Because you’d have made me a felon tonight if it wasn’t.”
He drops a hand to his lap as he grips the front of his black trousers, pumping his fist up and down a few times, and I want to see what’s behind that zipper. Something I’ve never felt before, a need to explore a man with my hands. My mouth. My eyes. My nose. I want to know him…ya know, Biblically.
“This has to be the prettiest pussy on the planet.” The truth I hear in his words resonates deep inside me. “I think it needs some very special kisses. Would you like that, baby?”
Hot sparks erupt deep in my center. Is he toying with me? Is my desperate desire to play out my Daddy fantasies so intense, Jack is absorbing it through some kind of magical, sexual osmosis?
I nod. I’m not sure if this is real anymore or if the accident in the Uber knocked me unconscious and I’m going to wake up like Dorothy back in Kansas.
“Good girl.”
It’s the last thing I hear before Jack’s mouth plunges between my legs as the room starts to spin.
He gives me a kiss, the flat of his tongue taking a long slow lick. Before I can manage another breath, he yanks me up in his arms, and my legs flail in the air before I'm thrown on the couch, my head bouncing against the back cushion.
My thighs are spread up and apart as he takes his point position on his knees.
“Such a needly little cunt you have. I’m going to teach you so many wonderful things.”
My hips churn upward, waiting for him to fulfill that dirty promise. My eyes snap open as I hear the unmistakable sound of him spitting then the sensation of his saliva dripping down over my clit.
He runs the backs of his fingers along my hot opening. The sound of my wetness and the thrill of his touch are making me shake. It’s hard to keep my eyes open.
“Shhh.” He slips his fingers over the swollen lips of my pussy. Leaning closer, he inhales, eyes closing for a long moment, then instantly his fingertips burnish my clit with a new ferocious, majestic pressure.