BULKY

A flush crawls up her neck, her cheeks. “Really?”

I yank down my zipper, groaning over the added space for my dick to grow. “Don’t act surprised. You knew what you were doing, didn’t you?”

She bites her lip shyly, turning around to face the panoramic window overlooking the city. Then she drops forward on all fours and slowly grinds her hips in a circle. “Like this, Papa?”

God almighty.

Her ass is completely bare, except for the little pink string caught between her cheeks. I’ve never seen anything so taut, round and delicious in my life. And those stockings that run up to mid-thigh…they’re naughty. Somehow the black, see through nylon makes this assignation exactly what it was meant to be. An old man banging a barely-legal girl in exchange for a small fortune. I should be ashamed over how feverish that turns my skin. Maybe I am ashamed, but nothing can stop me now. Not when she’s shaking her backside for me, sliding her thighs open nice and wide, giving me a view of the entire pink string and where it touches. Asshole and pussy. All of her glistening. Ready for me.

Worth millions. Worth every cent I’ll rain down on her.

I grab her hips and jerk her toward me on the mattress, groaning as she begins to grind on me, teasing her naked ass up and down in my lap, tweaking it side to side. Anxious, breathy sounds come out of her mouth as she does it, as if she could get off just like this, working her backside against Papa’s fat johnson. If I’m not careful, I’m going to come even earlier than expected—and nothing is going to keep my tongue out of her cunt. So before she can grind the semen out of me, I step sideways and get onto the bed, lying flat on my back.

“Now do it on my face.”

Josie’s seductress mask slips and her innocence shines through at my request. She’s never had a man’s mouth between her thighs, that much is clear, and I’m fucking exultant over being her first. Possessiveness roars in my veins. No one else is ever going to lick her but me. Christ, I’d spend every last cent in my bank accounts to keep her for me and me alone, wouldn’t I? Yes. Look at her. She’s a fantasy come to life. My fantasy.

And she has no idea how to get pleasure.

She needs to be taught.

I crook a finger at Josie and she comes on her hands and knees, kneeling beside me.

I pluck her up and settle her on top of me so she’s straddling my chest, a position that forces her to spread her legs as wide as possible, because of my size, and her knees still don’t touch the bed. She looks excited, but nervous—and excitement wins when I take her butt cheeks in my hands and knead them roughly, her eyelids fluttering, bare tits rising and falling.

“Do you know where your clitoris is, Josie?”

She starts to nod, then stops. Shakes her head slowly. “I know there’s a spot that feels good, but I can never seem to make it feel good enough to…to…”

“To come.” My right hand trails over her hip, finding the damp flesh between her thighs. Knuckling aside the pink thong, I rub my thumb along the seam of her pussy until it parts, watching her eyes widen when I find her clit and stroke it gently, gently, then faster. “Any time we’re together, baby, this is where I’ll be touching. Playing with this little rosebud makes you wet for my cock. And getting my cock into you is what I pay to do, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Papa,” she gasps.

I tease my thumb faster and she whimpers breathily, her thighs jolting on either side of me. “I can touch it a lot of ways. My fingers, like this. Or we can use toys. But right now, I want you to grind it on my mouth. My chin. My nose. Every fucking where. Make Papa proud.”

Her apprehension in itself is a turn-on as she crawls up my body, dragging her tits over my face, continuing until her fragrant little mound is an inch above my starving mouth. Slowly, she drops it down, her soft petals of flesh parting around my tongue, which I immediately wiggle against her clit—

“Oh!” Her thighs slide apart and she rolls her hips, dragging her clit on my tongue a second time, screaming through clenched teeth. “Oh my God.”

When her fingers grip my hair and she starts to fuck my mouth, I almost spill my seed.

Her smooth, slippery sex rides me relentlessly and Jesus, I’m a pervert. A sick fuck, getting off on an eighteen-year-old having her first orgasm on my face. But I couldn’t stop this if I wanted to. My hips lever up, thrusting my hard-on into the air, my hands on her juicy little ass to keep her grinding, my mouth feasting on her like a ripe melon, her youth and horniness dripping down my cheeks and chin—and still she rides, her cries of Papa growing louder and more anxious until finally, she stiffens, her pleasure bursting all over my tongue.