She slides her fingertips up the middle of my bare chest, threading them through my dense crop of chest hair. “No. It only happened once and it was years ago.” Oh lord. Her sweet, curious touch is going to finish me. “But he seemed to get excited looking at me while he did this. This thing you’re doing. Maybe you want to look at me, too?”
Before I can guess her intention, she has stripped off the shirt.
She’s kneeling beside me. Naked in the muted light.
Jesus forgive me, she was crafted for pornography.
Supple tits, a tight round ass, lithe thighs. And a cunt that screams to be violated.
I’m weak. I’m so weak when it comes to this girl.
“Will you just…” I’m panting, beating off shamelessly, sweat rolling down the creases in my neck. “Kneel over it. Not on it. Don’t sit down, whatever you do. Just kneel over it and…”
“And what?” she whispers, her eyes luminous. Excited?
Shame blankets me. “Straddle it and call me Daddy.”
A tremble races through her, those nipples perking into sharp points right in front of my eyes. Horny. A horny virgin. Holy heaven above. Am I fighting a losing battle? I don’t have time to ponder that possibility too deeply because she’s lifting her right leg, preparing to kneel above my engorged dick where my fist strokes it in a blur, as close as I’m letting myself get to that untapped pussy.
But before she can swing her legs over completely, she bats her eyelashes at me and says, “Can I have my first kiss, too?”
And then she pouts a little and shakes her young tits at me—and I’m fucked.
I’m so beyond fucked.
“Yes. Anything you want,” I say raggedly, groaning when she lights up and throws that thigh across my hips, bringing her pussy an inch above where I’m beating it like a beast. I devour the sight of her tits, the parted, glistening lips of her cunt and I pulse wildly in my hand, growing larger than I’ve ever been before. The utter perfection of her has actually added length to my dick. And I burn, I burn with the need to flip her over and shove it deep, deep between those gorgeous thighs. She’d let me, too. She’d encourage me. That’s what makes it hurt so bad to merely stroke myself.
But wait.
No.
I don’t even know the meaning of the word hurt, do I? Not until she leans down, her titties flattening to my chest, her lips whispering against my mouth. “Kiss me, Daddy.”
Our lips lock together. Her thighs lose strength immediately, as if she’s overcome by the friction of our mouths, and her warm, wet pussy drops straight down onto my pumping hand. FUCK. It has the effect of an explosion taking place in my head. In my balls. I’m snarling into the kiss now, rubbing the throbbing head of my cock against her drenched hole, her mouth moving over mine curiously, giving me her tongue like a good girl, letting me play with it wetly.
Crudely.
“Christ. You even taste too young,” I grunt. “Taste like Daddy’s little girl.”
“I am,” she whimpers, riding me now with hurried rolls of her hips. “I’m your little girl.”
I’m not inside of her. But her slick flesh is parted around my hard length. She’s slipping up and down, up and down, her breath growing more and more shallow. And I know the exact moment she discovers the angle where we tickle her clit. Her eyes lose focus and she starts to buck, her mouth meeting mine again, our kiss more nasty this time. Tongues and teeth and hissing of names. Begging words.
“I’m going to come,” I bark, taking two handfuls of her tight ass to slow her down. “Going to shoot my load if you keep wet humping that pussy all over me.”
“Want you to come,” she moans, planting kisses on my face. Worshipping me. It’s unreal. She can’t be real. “Want to satisfy you. Need to.”
It takes me a second to find my voice, I’m so overcome. With emotion. With lust. “Okay, honey,” I grit out. “But we need to please you in the process.”
That seems to bring her slightly out of her trance and she nods, biting her lip and riding me with these sexy little whimpers, her clit swelling more and more against my johnson, her tits bouncing everywhere. I dig my fingers into the flesh of her ass and beg my balls to hold on, hold on, hold on—
“I think I’m…oh. Oh! Locke. Daddy.”
“It’s okay. Come on your Daddy, pumpkin.”
She falls on top of me, still working her hips, choking sobs into the curve of my neck. I use my grip on her butt to rake her up the length of my dick one more time, then I let my wad go. The intensity of my orgasm rips a roar out of my throat, and God help me, I spank her too-young ass while it happens. Too hard. While I’m being changed forever.