Daddy's Worst Nightmare

Damian

Again, I have to remind myself to slow down.

Control the lust.

It’s just that my need for her has been building and building for so long, it’s at a fever pitch now. So chaotic that I feel like I’m going to snap. I just want to be trapped inside her goodness, as deep as I can go. I want to drown myself in her. I want to feel her virginity give way and see the knowledge in her eyes that I’m the center of her universe now. That there is nothing and no one else. Just me. Just us.

If I fuck her now, I’m going to scare her.

In the weeks leading up to her eighteenth birthday, I didn’t jerk off once. I wanted to save every drop of it for her pussy. But it was a mistake. A big one. Her innocence is turning me on even more than I anticipated and my dick is wrestling for space in my jeans. Damn, damn, damn. If I put it inside her now, there will be no going slow. What I want to do to that tight hole between her legs would be downright abusive.

Wait. You have to wait.

My question still lingers in the cool air of the backseat.

“Do you understand?” I prompt her, snaring the tie of her bikini top between my teeth and pulling until her nipples pop free. My breathing turns ragged. “Do you understand that I’m going to get you pregnant, sweetheart?”

I panic when she hesitates to answer, but I will get what I want. I’m getting every inch of her. She’s had ownership of me for years and she’ll have it for the rest of her life. All I’m asking for is her to reciprocate immediately. Now. My madness dances on the razor’s edge when it comes to her. Does she realize that? Desperate to convince her, I close my mouth over one of the stiff little buds and rub it with the center of my tongue.

She gasps, her wrists jerking in my grip above her head. “D-Damian.”

I lick across to her other tit and give it the same attention, gratification storming through me when she writhes, her back arching off the seat. “Yes, Arya?”

“Am I…” She squeezes her eyes closed and blurts, “Am I supposed to be…wet?”

Christ. It takes the deepest reserve of my willpower not to flip Arya over and give her a rough fuck when she says that. I’ve never had intercourse, but I’ve studied enough to be prepared for this girl and my body always responds most intensely to the thought of Arya on her hands and knees, crying out as I thrust into her from behind. Goddamn. The things I’m going to do to this girl. Everything from making love to her in front of our fireplace to pounding her like a little toy against the hood of my car. And I have to stop thinking about that now or I’m going to act before she’s ready. Before I have control of myself. “Yes. It’s a very good thing, sweetheart,” I rasp. “Your body is making it easier for me to fit.”

She exhales with relief. “Oh, thank goodness.” I circle my tongue around her nipple and she seems to be enjoying it even more now that I’ve explained it’s a positive thing to be wet. Her ass shifts around on the seat, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. “That feels so g-good.”

I have to know how wet she is.

Just need to touch. To taste.

I’ve let go of her pinned wrists and my hands are already fumbling with her bikini bottoms, my fingers shaking in my haste to get them off. This is a risky move when my cock is a stiff missile and precome is lubricating the tip, but I’ll never make the rest of the drive without seeing her pussy up close. Without meeting the part of her I plan to worship day and night and the hours in between.

She tries to close her legs out of shyness and I snarl at the nervous reflex, ripping the nylon down the center with my bare hands. “No, no, no, Arya. We do not play keep away with this pussy.” I spit and watch the moisture from my mouth travel down the perfect slit of her hairless sex. “It’s mine and I decide what to do with it.”

Her chest expands. “W-what are you going to do with it?”

“Right now, I just want to look.” The scent of her has reached me and I have no choice but to grind my cock against the seat, it’s so light and virginal. “I’m going to touch it and give it a kiss, too. I have no choice. It’s just too sweet.”

Arya’s thighs tremble as I settle my face between them, laying easy kisses along the moist valley that has yet to open and reveal her completely. Christ, I doubt she’s even fingered herself or used a tampon because I have to gently saw my tongue up and down several times before her lips will even part for me. And when they do, she whimpers, her honey dripping out in a slow rivulet that travels down toward her perfect, puckered asshole. I try to catch as much as I can with my tongue, licking her moisture back up and coating her pussy in delicious juice.