CHAPTER THREE
Tabitha
I can still feel the goodnight kiss and my mind races as I try to recall if any of the court paperwork is visible. It’s not. I remember filing it away. I take a breath and say, “If I invite you in, does that mean I’m not little girl material?”
He smiles at me and says, “Why would you think that?”
I say, “I don’t know a lot about… Well, I don’t know if the Daddy is supposed to be the one who suggests things like that.”
“Coming in?”
I feel my cheeks burning as I say, “I don’t just want you to come in the house. I want…”
“Use words, little girl,” he says and the sound of little girl coming at me from his voice is about the most thrilling thing I can imagine.
“I want to have sex with you,” I breathe out. Then, even though I’m not sure if it’s appropriate, I add, “Daddy.”
I think I expect more conversation about it because when he crosses the distance between us and puts his mouth on me, I’m surprised. This kiss is not a kiss goodnight. It’s filled with the promise of what will happen before we say goodnight. If the kiss isn’t enough to make that promise, the fact that one hand wraps around my back and holds me tightly to him while the other hand slides down to grip my ass does a pretty damned good job of it. He moves us forward and kicks the door shut behind him. I hear the Christmas Wreath bounce against the door when it shuts.
His hands move over me in such a breathtaking way. It all feels so good that I don’t even realize what he’s doing until he lifts my sweater up and over my head and I realize my jeans are already at my ankles. As soon as the sweater’s off, I kiss him again and kick off my shoes. He makes very short work of my bra and as his hand closes over my breast, he pulls back and says, “Where’s your bedroom, little girl.”
God, his voice is so sexy. It’s not only filled with lust but also, he’s very clearly turned on big-time. “I have wrapping paper all over my bed, Daddy,” I say and feel seriously stupid for such a lame thing. “What I mean, is,” I say sheepishly, “Can we stay… um, can we stay out here?”
He doesn’t answer but kisses me again and then lifts me into his arms like a bride on her wedding day. He turns and heads to the couch but I have some boxes there so he takes me to the chair. He sets me down on the floor next to it and just pushes my shoulders so I’m bent over the arm of the chair. I gasp and let out a moan as I feel his hands on my ass. He hooks fingers into waistband of my panties and slides them off.
I expect him to screw me like crazy, something I’m ready for, but instead, his hands move back up and while he holds my ass, I feel his tongue delve into me. I gasp and then let out a long moan. As his tongue moves inside of me, I push myself back against him. It’s the most amazing feeling I’ve ever experienced. I fantasize about oral sex a lot. It’s better than I imagined. He holds tightly to my ass and his tongue moves inside of me, and I’m just shocked by how good it is. I didn’t know a Daddy would do this. I guess I expect more of a little girl doing all the pleasing.
God, he’s pleasing me now!
“Oh, God, Daddy!” I moan. He pulls his tongue out of my pussy and licks. In the position I’m in, his tongue slides down over my clit in an amazing way and then it slides back up and it’s amazing, too. I find myself having a hard time breathing or even thinking. I can’t really focus and I can’t think clearly at all. That’s not entirely true, I can certainly focus on the sensations running over my body from my clit. That’s why I can’t think clearly.
His hands have such a firm grip on my ass!
It’s such a strange thing to be the clear object of the activity. He’s doing it for my benefit. On the other hand, with as tightly as he grips me, it never feels like I’m in control of anything. He might actually leave bruises! I have no idea why that turns me on but it does. I moan almost uncontrollably, and I probably would be just letting out a continuous moan if my breath didn’t regularly disappear with particular moments of nearly explosive pleasure.
And then the big explosion arrives.
“Oh God, Daddy!” I shriek as the orgasm hits. It shoots over me like some kind of detonation. Neil doesn’t let go of my ass but still holds tightly. I don’t even realize he’s standing now until his cock barrels into me and I shriek again as the orgasm goes into overdrive. “Daddy!” I scream. “Oh, God, Daddy!” He thrusts hard and fast, and each thrust seems to drive the orgasm to higher heights. Since it is the best orgasm I have ever experienced, it’s astounding to me it can get any better.
“Yes, Daddy! Yes!” I cry. I say a lot of things like that and I even almost tell him to fuck me. I don’t use language like that during sex. I rarely use language like that at all. Now, though, it feels like I’m experiencing what it means to be fucked for the first time.
What it means is a whole lot of pleasure.
He moves faster and harder and I can hear from his moans that he’s close. I moan more and say, “Yes! Please Daddy! Please I want you to cum.” Cum. That’s another word I almost never use, and I especially don’t during sex. I feel my cheeks grow warm with a blush even though I’m cumming and being embarrassed while I’m being so thoroughly screwed doesn’t make a lot of sense at all. When he cums a moment later, I scream again.
He stays about an hour and then suggests we clean the wrapping paper of the bed. I panic because I have to get to my second job. He can see it in my face and says, “That’s okay, Tabitha. I’ll leave.”
I say softly, “I just… I don’t’ want you to see how messy my room is. I’ll clean it up tonight and then…” The words trail off.
He smiles and lifts my chin so I look at him. “Are you suggesting you’ll clean it up so I can see it on a second date?”
I giggle and say, “As long as I can call you Daddy.”
“Sounds good to me, little girl.”
I’m still calling him Daddy after our next four dates. I moan and scream Daddy a lot, too.