The Pitcher's Assistant

I pull her down for a long, thorough kiss, inflating my chest so she can rub her hard little nipples against me—and she does. “Make your cunt wet and ready for me. Use your fingers.”

“I don’t know how,” she whispers, but she brings her fingers to her pussy experimentally, watching my reaction through her eyelashes. “But I know where to touch now that you taught me.”

Moisture beads on the tip of my cock at the word taught. “Push your middle finger inside your pussy, Pippa, and explain what I’ve taught you.”

A whimper escapes her mouth, that graceful digit disappearing into her sex. “You taught me…” Her tits start to heave, her nipples plumping on my chest, color deepening on her cheeks. “That I can fit more inside me than I thought.”

I groan raggedly. “You fit my big cock, don’t you?”

Her lips puff open. “Yes. And I thought it would hurt, but it…it doesn’t because I’m excited and…slippery.” She fits her mouth to mine, her breath shallow. “And I like making you feel good, Daddy. Even when you stretch me and hold me down. Or thrust h-hard.”

Oh, Jesus, this girl is going to be the death of me. I never knew it was even possible to be turned on to the point of misery, but here I am, gritting my teeth to stop from ejaculating. “Are you excited and slippery enough to take me now, little girl?”

She nods, taking her finger out of her pussy with a wet sound—and she begins to rub her flesh on my aching dick. Plants her hands on my shoulders and writhes eagerly, hot, desperate sounds falling from her mouth. “Can I be on top and make us…make us…?”

“Come? Oh God, yes, baby. You can ride Daddy with that sweet little pussy so good.” I release my grip on her hair, trailing my hands down her back and gripping her ass cheeks. “Guide me home, Pippa. Work me inside.”

Breathing fast, Pippa takes hold of my cock and slides me up against that already-clenching hole, crying out when my thick head breaches her entrance, her hips wiggling around to take more and more of me, until I’m buried halfway.

“Come here and kiss me,” I rasp. “I’ll get the rest in.”

Without hesitation, she presses down on top of me, our mouths finding each other in a series of hungry licks, before I plunge my tongue in deep, my hands busy on her sweet backside, slapping it gently. She responds to my light spanking with a gasp, her pussy allowing me inside another couple of inches. And a slightly harder slap seats me completely.

Fuck. She’s a miracle.

“You like that, don’t you?” I rain down a rough blow from my palm and she jerks against me, her hips beginning to undulate. “You like being spanked like a little brat.”

Her moan goes through her whole body, her hips bucking wildly, dragging my cock in and out of her impossibly tight sheath. “M-more.”

I knead both cheeks firmly, giving the left one a tight smack. “Fuck yeah, little girl. That make you wet?”

“Yes,” she sobs, dropping her forehead to mine. “So wet. It feels so good.”

Our eyes meet and my heart pounds loudly in my chest, as if trying to break free. “Goddamn, baby,” I groan, lifting my hips to bounce her up and down, her flesh smacking up and down on mine, my balls turning to lead, ready to burst. “You ride like a fucking dream.”

“I think I’m going to come,” she breathes, her eyes losing focus. “But it’s different than before. It’s…it’s inside.”

“That’s because I’m pounding up against that G-spot, baby, it’s okay. Let it happen.”

Her expression is a mixture of nervous and awestruck. “C-can you kiss me?”

Affection floods my chest. “Of course I can,” I say gruffly, levering up to catch her mouth in a gasping kiss, our tongues sliding together on a mutual moan. “I’ve got you, Pippa. It’s all right. I’ve got you.”

Watching this girl orgasm on top of me is the ultimate moment of my life. Her petite frame starts to shake, her teeth sinking hard into her lower lip, doe eyes glazed. And the tight fucking squeeze of her wet cunt is the closest I’ve ever gotten to nirvana. I’m barely aware of my actions as I flip her over, pounding into her with savage drives as her hole milks me. I can’t get close enough or deep enough. All I want is more of her. I want be fucking buried in her. Want to consume her. And I do. I throw her legs up over my shoulders and rattle the frame of my bed, feeding her every hard inch of my cock with rough strokes, my spine and balls straining so painfully I roar into her neck and finally, finally, my climax crests.

“Fuck!” I bellow. “Mine. Fucking mine.”