Paying Her Dues

But hold up, hold up. Not would be, I realize. Will like. Because there is no universe in which I don’t knock her up, and keep her that way, because I want to drink milk from these cinnamon tits forever.

God, the fucking thought of that. Her. With my baby. Making my milk. I feel it in my balls, my fucking cock, and my goddamned heart.

She writhes under me, nipples sensitive, tits tight and firm. She paws for my face, sweet little fingertips against my stubble. And I let her tit pop from my mouth and come up for a kiss.

As I kiss her, I adjust the position of my cock at her opening. I nudge aside her flesh with the tip of my cock, parting her lips with my fingers, getting into position to press into her. And to make her a woman for real.

But even as much as I want her, I could stay here forever, kissing her deep, caging her in, pinning her with my dick. The scent of her wetness intensifies, filling the room with sweet salty sticky need.

The longer I stay like this, kissing her, making her wait, the more she writhes, and the harder she digs her fingernails into my shoulder.

And fuck, I like that. Making her beg, not with words, but with writhes and digs and sighs.

“Don’t make me wait anymore,” she hisses, sounding more vulnerable but also bossy. Needy and a little bratty too.

I inhale and pull away from the kiss. Then pull my dick out from her opening. I shake my head down at her.

“Rule one. It’s my cock and I decide. You don’t fucking decide. This is my dick. And you are mine. And it’s that fucking simple. We clear?”

Her eyes flash, shocked with it. But then her pupils dilate—the dopamine rush. “Yes, Daddy. We’re clear.”

I pinch her cheeks a little and kiss her again. “Good girl. Wait. Be patient. Don’t be a brat. And you’ll be rewarded soon.”

I make my way back down her body, resisting the very real, very primal urge to just power-fuck her here and now. I want to make this last. I want to make her hungry. And when I do finally push into that tight little virgin hole, I want it so fucking ready for me that she’s damn near coming on my cock as I take her virgin blood.

I get down between her legs, keeping her thighs parted wide, holding her firmly enough to make handprints in her flesh.

I kiss her pussy again, watching her blush. Watching her squirm. She tastes different now, from the chlorine from the pool, and I don’t like it. I want her taste, just her, with no fucking bullshit in between. So I lick her clean, lick her wet, lick her until she starts dripping for me again.

And with every pant and plead, my balls fucking throb.

I take my time, going slow, teasing, and stretching and twirling her clit with my tongue. I suck it into my mouth, teasing it with my teeth until she yelps. Then I let it go, and on the heels of the pain I tell her something she better not fucking forget.

“After today, you’re mine, Jess. And I’ll kill any other man that ever looks at you.”

She groans out something between a growl and a laugh. “You would, too. I know you would.”

“You’re goddamned fucking right.”

I penetrate her with my middle finger, then my first and middle. Her body reacts, bucks and writhes. I start to eat her out again, but she tries to squirm away.

“Not a fucking chance.”

This little girl. What wouldn’t I do to have her? To keep her? To protect her just to destroy her?

There is no limit to what I’d do to have this. Now and always.

She’s getting so sensitive that she’s fighting me, and I fucking love to feel her fight. Still with my mouth on her pussy, I reach up her body and slip my thumb into her mouth. She bites down hard, sobbing and gasping.

“Oh Mike,” she whimpers, her tongue pushing against my thumb, then sucking it and biting it again. “Oh Mike.”

“Nu, uh. Not Mike, not when we’re like this, who am I?”

“Daddy.”

Aww yeah, fuck yeah. I’ve got her where I want her. Pussy wet, clit swollen, and sucking my thumb like a baby. I go for her pussy deeper, harder, more, and now the fight is gone. Her legs fall open in surrender. And I drink her up, pulling her from no back into yes.

She starts to cum for me again, and my senses sharpen. Her warm flesh, the scent of her lotion, the touch of her little fingertips. The tenderness of that touch, especially, tells me I’m fucked. Now and always.