Her eyes light from behind, the darkness in them dancing with fire as her cheeks flush. “I am?”
“Yes. You’ll call me Daddy…and I’ll need things from you. Things only you’ll give me. Do you understand, little one?”
I see the skin on her arms turn to goose bumps, and she twists her thighs together as my mouth waters, wondering what she tastes like. “I think so.” The words are almost imperceptible, but the look in her eyes tells me she’s with me.
“You’re soaking,” I say, the double meaning not lost on her as her eyelashes flutter and she tucks her lower lip between her teeth.
“Well, water will do that to you.” She smiles and her toes curl in the grass.
“Take off your clothes. They’ll dry on the rocks there...” I point to the boulders next to the bench. “Then, come sit on Daddy’s lap. I’ll get you warmed up. Skirt first…”
She pauses, frozen for a moment, as this new beast inside of me roars and I wonder for a moment if I’m lost in a dream. Was I shot? In another wreck? Is this is all just an unconscious wonderland from which I will wake, in pain and lost because she won’t be with me?
“Do it.” I harden the command, trying to stay in the moment, prove to myself this is real and her hands dart to the red cord belt, loosening it then letting the fabric fall in a wet bunch around her feet. “Fuck,” I growl, her legs barely touching from thigh to ankles and she’s stunning, but I wonder if she’s kept this thin on purpose. To please the crowd.
The thought has angry fire building inside of me but that will have to wait. Right now, my little one needs me and I need her. “Shirt, panties, then come here…” I tap my thigh and sit up straight, watching her strip the last of her clothing, her body on full display, and she doesn’t hesitate as picks up each piece of her clothing, tossing them onto the rocks then walks ahead within my reach.
I take her slight hips in my hands, her flesh cool under my grip as I guide her down onto my thigh, her naked body shimmering in the sun as I run my hands up and down her back, shifting her into position.
Her hands rest on my shoulders, her small tits perfect, dark nipples drawn tight.
“Daddy’s going to give you a ride. Then, you’re going to give him something.”
Her eyes flicker as I hold her hips, slowly gliding her spread-open pussy on top of my thigh. She bites her lip as I bounce my leg beneath her, her upper body leaning closer, her puckered nipples bouncing so close to my lips I can already taste them.
“I’ve always wanted my Daddy to give me a horsey ride.” Her words flame the fire she’s lit inside me as I feel the heat from her wet cunt drench my thigh.
“No one’s ever given you one before?” I hold my breath. As much as my fantasy tells me she’s pure, reality could taint things, but she quickly shakes her head. Her wet hair dripping rivulets of glistening water onto her creamy skin.
“Never. No one’s ever given me…” My heart is about to ram through my chest wall as I wait for her to finish. “Anything. Not even a kiss. Not a real kiss, I mean. A grown-up kiss…”
“That’s why you danced for me, isn’t it? You knew you would dance and I’d lose control. That I’d want you.”
She nods as she starts to roll her hips, pressing her clit down on the hard muscle as I bounce her small body up and down.
“You were made for me. You were made for this. For pleasing me, for being my toy, my little girl. Who am I?”
I grind her down harder, her fingertips digging into my chest as her mouth falls open, eyes pinned to mine, and I wait, each second creating a memory until she finally answers.
“Daddy.”
“Not just Daddy, your Daddy. Only you,” I grit out, taking one hand and cupping her tit while she rides my thigh, seeking what I’m giving.
She tenses, arching, and I bring my mouth forward, her nipple dancing on my lips, drawing it into my mouth, feeling her start to melt. Her body moves, trying to find relief as I pull her to me, her thigh rubbing against my balls.
“Yes.” Her face twists, pain and pleasure mingling as her fingers dig in harder and I grind her cunt down, hot, as her liquid lust seeps from her perfect little pussy.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she huffs out. “I think so, I’ve never…” She throws her head back, her hands slipping around my shoulders as she humps my thigh, almost riding my hip, her body against mine as we move together.