Daddy's Dirty Boss

Her whimpers notched up a whole other level, her wriggling little short of bucking as I squirmed that tongue in hard.

“Good girl,” I rasped. “Show me what a naughty little slut you are.”

And she did.

She fucking did.

The girl was the filthiest little angel in creation as she spread those legs even wider and stared right on down at me with her big baby blues. She couldn’t hold back the little mewls as I ate that cunt through those white panties, and it was everything I’d hoped it would be – a sweet musk of innocence that I sucked hard through the cotton fabric. Absolutely fucking delicious.

I lapped at those wet knickers until she was a writhing whore, lost to everything but how desperate that slit was to come for me.

Hooking my fingers into those panties and easing them down her thighs was enough to have me grunting myself, and then it floored me. It fucking floored me. Just like everything else this girl had up her filthy little sleeve.

That pretty little cunt of hers was shaved bare.

“Fucking hell,” I grunted. “Jesus fucking Christ, Faith, you’re a precious little sweetheart. Such a pretty girl.”

She was sensitive, jumping just a little as I ran my thumb up that naked slit.

“Relax,” I told her. “Relax and take what you’re given.”

Her clit was a dark little beauty, poking its head out from between two perfect pink little lips. I spread those lips nice and wide, and she let out a deeper whimper, fingers clenching tight on the tabletop.

And there it was again. Another fucking surprise that had me reeling like a madman. She’d said I’d be her first and she wasn’t fucking joking.

That hole of her cunt was a perfect little treasure, but there was more. So much more.

Across the opening, showing its pretty face to the world outside, was a tender little wall of skin, the most beautiful little boundary.

The girl had a perfect fucking hymen begging to be torn.

And I was going to be the filthy brutal cunt who was going to tear it for her.

What a fucking pleasure.

“Is it ok?” she asked, and her eyes were full of nerves. “Is it ok down there?”

My smile said it all. One vile grin that spoke more than any words ever could.

“Yes, little girl,” I told her, as I took my cock out of my pants. “Now let’s get to your birthday present.”Chapter FifteenFaithI had to keep my eyes on him just to believe this. It felt like I was still dreaming, still lost to everything but how much I’d wanted him for so long.

Every single day of wanting him had been worth it. Every single thing about tonight had been worth waiting for.

Every single thing about him had been worth waiting for.

His eyes were dark and deep and eating me up. His stare was strong enough to give me tingles. His hands looked so powerful against my skin, because he was. He was so crazy powerful he could steal the breath right from my lungs.

“Don’t worry, little princess,” he soothed as he moved away from between my legs. “I’ll be stretching that pretty little pussy of yours nice and deep before I’m done with you.”

I managed a nod, still trembling as his fingers teased at my nipples.

“But first,” he continued. “First there are other sweet little holes for me to be claiming.”

My heart pounded even harder as he stepped to the side of the table, moving closer. There in his grip, standing tall, was that naked cock of his. Even though I’d seen it on the picture with Penny Andrews, it was still so much bigger than I imagined it would be.

I’m sure my eyes must have widened like saucers as he moved even closer. The flesh was dark, and pinkish, in a meaty kind of way that gave me jitters. The head was huge, and so threatening on top of such a thick shaft. Because it was. It was so thick. Thicker than I could ever imagine fitting inside me.

He let out a dirty laugh. “Nervous, are we?” he asked. “You look a touch intimidated, little one.”

“I just didn’t imagine it being so big…” I admitted, then dared to reach out a hand.

He took it tight in his and wrapped it right around the length of him, and it felt so strange to be feeling him as he worked my hand up and down.

“That’s it,” he said. “Keep it nice and tight.”

I felt weak and completely unskilled when he let go of my fingers and let me carry on. His hips bucked into my grip, just enough to shunt my arm back, and I tried my best. I really tried my best.

I was so relieved when he let out a grunt and told me I was a good girl. The bloom of pride raced right through me, and my smile burned up bright.