And that was the final straw for both of us. Just like that, every doubt and every last defense I had shattered. With a grunt, my hands were pulling her body up and against me, clutching at her ass as her legs wrapped around my waist. I ground my throbbing cock against the damp wet heat between her legs through her bikini bottoms as my mouth went to her neck again. I sucked and bit my way down to her chest. Chelsea moaned and and arched her back, thrusting her small breasts towards me as my mouth sucked and kissed its way further down, moving over the soft, small curve of tits. Pushing the bathing suit aside with my mouth, I groaned at the sight of those perfect, puffy little pink nipples. I latched my lips around the delicate and erect pink nub straining atop her soft slopes and sucked gently. She moaned softly as she pressed her hot, wet slit against my bulge.
I knew she wanted me. And I knew I wanted to shove my cock balls deep in her and stretch that tight pussy wide like it’d never been stretched before.
My hands moved around and over her thighs then, tracing the elastic seam of her bikini until they came across the ties at the side of her hips. I yanked at the strings, and as the suit fell away, I pulled it away from her and brought my head up from her chest as her pink, wet young pussy was revealed to me.
The beast inside of me roared. FUCK yes.
And there she was, shyly bitting her lip as I spread her thighs apart, my eyes almost glazing over as I stared between them, gripping her legs tightly.
Fucking perfection.
“Do you like it, Mr. Harding?”
I groaned, feeling my cock lurch in my shorts. “Oh my God, Chelsea. You're so fucking beautiful, honey.”
She whimpered as she leaned up and my mouth crashed against hers. She moaned into my mouth as she felt my strong fingers sliding over the slippery lips of her slit, and she gasped out loud, breaking our kiss.
“Yes! Please, put them inside me, Mr. Harding!”
I growled, my chest muscles rippling as my fingers dipped between her wet folds, teasing her tight entrance.
She whimpered, and I could feel the beast roar inside as I slid my other hand up into her hair. I pulled her head back, just enough to make her gasp and just enough to make it known to her that she wasn’t with one of those piss-ant college boys. She was with a man; a man who was going to fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. “Chelsea, honey,” I growled. “Last chance. Are you sure you want to do this?”
She pushed her hips up and forward, and before I could say anything else, my finger slid deep into her steaming hot slit.
We both gasped as my finger plunged inside of her. My hand twisted and I crooked my finger up and against her front wall, pressing and stroking at that little spot right there, and I growled as I watched her moan and writhe for me as I did so.
She started to claw at the belt of my shorts as I fingered impossibly tight pussy, yanking at the buckle and then pulling at my zipper. I groaned as she reached inside, and grinned as she gasped as her small fingers brushed against my thick, throbbing hot cock. Gently, she started to push my shorts down over my hips, and she gasped again as she pulled my cock right out.
Chelsea’s jaw dropped, her eyes as big as saucers as just stared at my cock. Her small little hand looked even smaller with my big dick against it, and as she slowly let her fingers wrap around my girth, I could see her breathing almost as heavily as I was. I had to smirk; apparently, those college boys didn’t deliver any like what I was packing.
She wrapped her fingers around me, circling as much of the thick girth as she could before she started to pull on me; stroking me.
“Like this, Mr. Harding?” She whispered, looking up with wide, hungry eyes at me as I slid my finger deep into her dripping wet, sweet little pussy.
“Just like that, honey.”
Jesus, this girl had stroked a cock or two before, right?
I leaned down to her neck again, biting the skin there as her small and stroked my cock, and I heard her gasp as she brought her lips to my ear. “I want you to put it inside of me, Mr. Harding."
I groaned and throbbed in her hand as my finger curled and rubbed inside of her. She pulled me closer before I could say anything, bringing the head of my cock to rest against the slick, soft lips of her cunt.
"Mr. Harding, I- I want- I want you to be my first.”
OH HOLY FUCKING CHRIST.
My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped as I suddenly pulled back from her. “What? Honey, no. Holy shit no.” I stared at her, very aware at how even as I protested, my cock was growing even bigger. “Chelsea! I can't! Your father- Jesus!"
I tried to pull away from her grasp, but I know she could feel my cock twitch and jump in her hand, throbbing against her pussy even more even as I tried to protest.
Her face fell a little though. “Don’t- Oh, God, don’t you want me?”
Fuck.
My dick twitched against her slit as I growled and mashed my mouth against her small, innocent, virgin lips. “More than you fucking know, honey,” I growled. “I wanna fill you with every inch of my big cock. I want to feel my balls against your ass as I fuck bare, and I want to feel you come all over my cock as I fill you up with my cum.”
She moaned, the sound so fucking sweet and so fuck primary sexy at the same time. I groaned as I felt her reach for my cock again, her fingers sliding over the velvety skin. “Please, Mr. Harding?” She whispered, her eyes pleading with me as her small fingers slid up and down over my pulsing shaft. She pulled me closer, pressing it against her tight, virgin teen pussy. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered.