Please, Daddy (Love, Daddy)

“Never?”

“No.” She rocks back and forth, her warm breath at my ear. “I could never, I haven’t been able…we share tents and—” She stutters, her thoughts breaking apart. “I just couldn’t.”

“Shhhhh, little one. It’s okay. You were saving it for me. That’s a good girl.”

“Oh god.” She clings tighter, my leg bouncing faster as her body twists and pushes down. She’s found her rhythm, her hips gyrating in circles as she centers her weight on her clit.

“You’re soaking my me, little one. You like riding Daddy’s leg? It makes you feel good, doesn’t it?”

She nods into my shoulder, her arms around the back of my neck as I grip the back of her hair with one hand and look at her face.

“Daddy’s going to give you a grown-up kiss now. You want to be a big girl for me, don’t you?”

“Ahhhh, yes,” she hisses, her eyes no more than slits now, but I see no fear in them, only desire. She needs this, like I do, and I think it’s as shocking to her as it is to me.

She moans as I take her mouth, our tongues finding each other in a manic race to what’s coming. Her body shifting and seeking, her leg giving my balls just enough friction, but who am I kidding? I could shoot off right now just from her fucking scent.

“I want to hear your first orgasm. I want to smell it, then…” I squeeze her tight, her hair in one hand, her ass in my other. “Then I’m going to taste it. So come for me, little sprite. Give me what I need.”

Her thighs tighten on mine and her body tenses. She screams and her hips twitch and twist, a gush of hot liquid lust covers my leg as I cream in my pants. I go off so hard I see fucking stars as her body trembles and I take her mouth again, wanting to taste her while she comes.

Wanting to taste her everywhere.

I dig my fingers into her juicy, ripe ass, and revel in watching her move on my leg until her eyes roll back and she calls my name into the sky.

She’s mine already, there are just details to settle now. Details I’ll settle at the first opportunity.

“That’s it, baby. That’s Daddy’s special girl…you deserve to feel so good.”

She coos and moans, as her hips twitch and her lean body tenses then relaxes, over and over, until my thigh is soaked and I can’t believe how I feel for this girl I barely know.

“Look at you.” I brush her hair behind her ear as she pants and tries to focus. “I bet you taste sweeter than that cotton candy they sell at the fair.”

She gives me a little shrug as I kiss her, slower this time, sweeter, because as much as I want to fuck her into forever, I want to cherish her like she’s my own daughter.

I can’t believe I just thought that…

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she breathes, and it’s as though she’s inside my head neither of us sure about what’s happening here. I run my hands down her back, hugging her into me for reassurance.

“I can’t believe it either, but it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Her eyes snap wide, exotic pools of hope and doubt. “That can’t be true.” Her voice falters, the little girl inside needing someone to be her champion against the world. And I am here to take that position.

I pinch her chin, forcing her sight line to mine.

“That is true. I don’t understand it all either, I’ll be honest, but I know what I know. I haven’t touched a woman since I was young and stupid. And, I’m not young and stupid anymore.”

We stare at each other for a moment, the summer sun breaking through the branches, making her stunning face look like a masterpiece in the warm light.

“But I am.” She smiles, her eyes lighting with a youthful twinkle as her voice takes on a childlike quality, and that part of me she’s unearthed grows stronger.

“Yes, baby, you are young. But far from stupid.” I lick my lips, then look down her body, my eyes on the little patch of dark hair above her pussy lips. “Stand up.” I lift her as I give her the instruction and move her to stand between my spread legs. “Reach down and get some of your sweet juice on your fingers and feed it to me.”

“What?”

“Baby, do as I say or your ass is going to be over my knee. It’s what I want, and part of your job will be to give me what I want.”

She eyes me with a moment of doubt, but then nipping her lip, the mixture of purity and vixen lights her face, making my dick even harder. She slowly runs her fingers down between her barely-there tits, over her flat belly, between where her hip bones are more prominent than they should be and finally into the honey pot that already has me under its spell.