Call Me Daddy

But her eyes tell me she knows that anyway. They’re hooded, eyelashes fluttering. There’s a shy smile on her lips, a look of adoration that makes my fucking heart pound.

“Are you going to…” she begins.

I shake my head. “Slowly, Laine.”

She nods and takes a breath. “I love it… when you have your mouth there…”

“Me too, Laine.” I brush a thumb across her pretty pink pussy, circle around her clit and she moans for me. I tease at her downy hair, smile as she stares up at me. “I’m going to shave you,” I tell her. “Make you nice and smooth. Just right for licking.”

She nods, smiles back at me, her cheeks glowing. “Like a baby.”

Like a little girl.

The thought is right there, in my filthy mind. Sweet little Laine with a sweet shaven virgin pussy.

I spread her lips, and lower myself onto all fours, my face so close to her gorgeous untouched little cunt. So carefully I ease her open, just enough to see inside. She’s intact, the delicate pink of her hymen such a beautiful promise. My mouth waters and my cock strains for release.

I lower my face and taste her. Push my tongue inside just a little, just enough.

“I’m ready,” she whispers. “If you want to…”

“Oh, I want to,” I say. “But there’s so much to do, Laine. So many pleasures to show you.”

I grip her clit between my fingers, and she cries out as I suck it into my mouth. I suck so carefully, bringing up the pressure as she squirms, that little bud swelling in my mouth as her pussy clenches.

She drops her knees, and her fluffy heels dig into the bed, raising her up to grind back at me. I snake my arms under her ass and hold her tight, and her hands are in my hair, tugging as she begs me for harder. She whimpers like good little girl, asking so nicely, and I suck. Hard. Suck until she’s panting, suck until her fingers are digging into my scalp and her feet are thrashing against the covers.

I suck until she cries out, loud, and my sweet little Laine swears.

“Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck…”

I suck until she’s crested, until she’s holding her breath and her body is tense, wired tight as she unravels. And then she relaxes, lets all the tension out in one long sigh.

She jumps as I tap her pussy.

Just a light tap. A warning shot. Enough to make her startle.

“Potty mouth,” I growl. “Dirty little girl.”

Her eyes are so wide as she stares at me, unsure whether I’m serious or not. I see the worry play across her lips.

“Are you a dirty little girl, Laine?”

She bites her lip. Shakes her head, so unsure.

So innocent.

“I think you’re a dirty little girl.” I smile a dirty smile, and I can’t control the beast. I can’t fight the dark urges that want to consume her, soil her, corrupt her, break her and make her mine.

All mine.

“I like…” she begins.

“What? What do you like?”

She pauses, her eyes sparkling so beautifully, her pussy still clenching and glistening. “I like… everything… I want… I want to be good…”

“You’re going to be my good little dirty girl, are you?”

She nods. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be…”

Oh fuck.

My cock jerks, my balls tight enough to blow.

She must notice my grimace, because her eyes travel down, over my creased shirt to the bulge between my legs.

She licks her lips, and her eyes flash with a dirty kind of devilment that takes my breath.

Dirty innocence. It’s the most intoxicating kind.

“Can I see?” she asks, in the sweetest voice. “Can I see you?” She raises herself on her elbows, and she’s smiling. “Please…”

I kneel up, my fingers working down my shirt buttons, but she moves like a quick little mouse, her fingers pushing mine out of the way.

They’re shaking as she unbuttons my shirt.

Her cheeks are rosy as she slips it from my shoulders.

Her little fingers run down my chest, pressing against the ridges.

“You’re so… firm…” she says.

“I like to keep fit,” I tell her.

She nods, and her eyes meet mine for a moment as she brushes my nipple.

“You can touch me,” I say. “Touch me however you want.”

Her hands gain confidence, stroking and prodding and pinching. “You’re amazing…” she whispers. “You’re everything…”

I quiet her with my mouth, my lips pressing to hers before my tongue pushes inside. I tip her backwards and follow her, and her fingers snake instinctively to my belt.

I unbuckle for her, and pull out my cock, kissing her hard as I wrap her sweet little fingers around my shaft. I move her hands, up and down, nice and slowly.

“Like that,” I groan into her mouth. “Just like that.”

“I want to see it,” she whispers. “Please…”

I press a hand to her ribs as I lift myself from her. Adjust her thighs so I can see her pretty cunt as her fingers work my dick. And she stares at my cock with wide-eyed wonder.