“Spread your legs,” I growled, eyes hot, fist moving up and down my shaft again. “Let me see that tasty pussy.”
The girl flushed again, this time the blush spreading down over her chest, highlighting those luscious tits.
“But Daddy,” she whispered. “Won’t someone see? I mean, we have these bushes and all,” she said, indicating the rows of vegetation surrounding us. “But still, there are handlers all around, other people.”
I grunted.
“Trust me, no one’s coming,” I said smoothly, trying to keep myself reined in, like I wasn’t about to explode like a fucking geyser. “Trust me, no one’s gonna come unless I call.”
And that made her start for a moment. Because I’d emphasized how I was the boss here, the alpha male at the controls, and she was merely a butterfly for the ride, her wills and wants nothing in the face of my dominant personality. I could see the conflict in her eyes, how much Abigail wanted to argue, to put up some protest. But my girl’s a smart one. Her cards were weak compared to mine, and she played them like a champ.
“Okay,” she murmured, acquiescing. “Okay then.”
And with that, her hands dropped from her breasts, revealing that white magnificence again. Shit, this woman was the opposite of the disgusting bitch that had come before, Barbie or whatever her name was. Because Abigail was a hundred percent natural, one hundred percent real woman. As a guy who’s pounded dozens of pussies, I can size up a female body in two seconds flat. And nothing about Abigail was fake, those luscious tits were all hers, natural, heavenly mounds rising up and down temptingly as she breathed.
“Fuck,” was all I managed in a strangled grunt. “Fuck.”
And my reaction helped Abby loosen, helped her feel more confident. Because even the most innocent nymph instinctively knows when she has a man in her palm, and shit, but I was a fly in a web. I was supposed to be the fucking spider for crying out loud, the king cobra ready to devour its prey, but now I was the one dying for a taste of her, a touch, a look at that sweet snatch.
“Part ‘em,” I ground out, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Please honey.”
And Abby giggled slightly then, shooting me a coy look.
“Daddy like?” she teased, stroking her breasts, cupping the succulent flesh before tweaking the nipples, twisting and corkscrewing until they came off with a pop.
I groaned again. Where the fuck had she learned that? That was a porn star move, not something eighteen year-olds had up their sleeve. But Abby surprised me again. Because never breaking eye contact, she reached down and lifted a huge gazonga to her mouth, tonguing the pink crest, licking along her nipple as her other hand rubbed and stroked her other tit, lightly giving herself simultaneous mouth and hand jobs.
“Mmm, tastes good,” she moaned, still gazing at me coyly. “Oh god, tastes good.”
I grunted.
“Give Daddy a sample,” I growled, eyes on fire. “Come here, girlie.”
And slowly, Abby unfolded herself from the couch, those curves undulating. Shit, she was so beautiful, that huge, rounded ass, the giant tits, and that dripping wet snatch. At this moment, I could see that her cunt had run so much that there were rivulets of cream streaming down her thighs, her pussy craving dick so bad.
But the girl did as told and teetered towards me, hips swaying and beckoning. I groaned, tilting my head back.
“Feed it to me baby, feed me,” I rasped.
She paused for a moment, quivering and unsure.
“Daddy?” she asked in a small voice. “What do you mean?”
I groaned, the anticipation fucking painful. But that’s what you get when you’re with a virgin. The girl might look succulent and ripe, but fuck, inside is still innocence, pure teenage innocence that can’t be erased in ten minutes.
So I stroked my staff again, big body hard.
“Come stand by Daddy’s head,” I commanded throatily. “Part your legs, put one up here on the couch back, and spread that sweet snatch. Daddy wants a taste.”
Abby colored, trembling.
“Really Daddy?” she whispered, body going loose yet still disbelieving. “Do men really do that to women?”
And I growled, my hand job going faster and faster. I needed her so bad and yet we were having a fucking conversation about how to lick twat. What the fuck? What the fuck, this was so painful, but I merely let out another choked groan.
“That’s right honey,” I rasped, blue eyes blazing now, searing her tits, her ass, every part of her that I could see. “Big girls get their pussies licked, men absolutely do that to tasty women. Now come here baby, let me lick that wet snatch.”
And the girl melted then, my dirty words doing their magic. It was fucking awesome, some females shy back, they get offended when you talk like a trucker, down in the gutter and dirty as fuck. But not the true sluts, because the real whores want it. And Abby was clearly horny as shit because hesitation gone, she came to stand by my head, those sweet curves full and so fucking tempting. But she didn’t give me her secret space, the hot vee between her thighs. Instead, the girl leaned over slowly so that a huge breast dropped into my mouth, pink nip hitting my lips before sliding in, giving me a giant mouthful. And fuck, fuck, fuck but it was good. The brunette was so fucking tasty, the hard bud like a sweet gumdrop, and I swirled my tongue over the morsel, laving her up.