Holy.
Mother.
Of.
God.
My spine snaps straight, my feet digging into the mattress, and I bear down on my loins, begging myself not to come. She’s excruciatingly tight. So tight. Tender. Sopping wet. Hot. Clenching. Flames erupt in my vision, and I take hold of her little throat, part of me mad at her for feeling so incredible. For obsessing me like this. For offering me this pussy that men would kill for and taking it away in a week, leaving me destitute of her perfection.
I want to yell at her.
Shake her.
Punish her body with mine.
Instead, I melt.
I melt down on top of her, my mouth comforting hers with a slow, winding kiss. I hold my hips still and make love to her mouth, instead of pummeling her as originally planned. Plans are useless with this girl. I can only try and survive, my tongue sweeping into her mouth and groaning at her sweetness. How she hiccups and whines a few times, her slight body obviously adjusting to my much bigger one, but the strangest thing happens…
My patience and gentleness ends up giving me what I need.
Whatsheneeds.
Her knees widen slowly, her whines turning to whimpers.
“I like when you’re sweet to me,” she whispers, blinking her big, blue eyes.
“How can I be anything but sweet to an angel?” The words tumble out of me, before I can stop them, more arriving on their heels. Raw. Unfiltered. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you’re either going to stop my heart or burst it, Billie. Goddammit, I don’t know which.”
Her breath catches. “You think I’m beautiful?”
“Oh, sweetheart.” I bury my face in her neck, terrified for her to see the vulnerability she’s making me feel. “You’re a priceless work of art.”
“Knox…” She whispers. “Daddy.”
My groan is guttural, hips beginning to roll. To ride her juicy little sex, the sounds of my deep, deep,deepplunges filling the room, along with the squeaking of the mattress, our heavy breathing. Her cunt starts to contract around my shaft, milking, enjoying, her hips giving subtle rolls that threaten to make me spill. Mycarewith her has done this? Granted me the miracle of her bliss, the ecstasy on her face, even though she’s a virgin? Made her pliant and loving underneath me, her body accepting my rhythmic pumps eagerly, her lips popping open on gasps, her head tilting back into the pillows?
I suction my mouth over hers, pulling on those gorgeous lips. “You love being fucked, don’t you, little girl?”
“You’re making me love it,” she sobs, her small hands tracing along my shoulders, up the sides of my face. “The way you kiss me. The way your hands are everywhere.”
So they are.
I didn’t even realize the way they smooth upward along the graceful swell of her hips, cup and fondle her tits, before eventually sliding under her ass to hold her steady as my drives pick up speed, the bedframe beginning to groan at the assault.
“I have the luckiest hands on this earth,” I mutter against her mouth, burrowing my tongue in between her eager, open lips, her tongue winding around mine with an encouraging whine. “And Jesus Christ, I have the luckiest cock.” She creams a little over that truthful comment, her nails digging into the breadth of my back. “Do you like hearing that? How your pussy is gripping me all the way to the balls? I can feel the clutch of this young-ass cunt in my stomach. Could have come as soon as I felt thispretty little gift between your legs, you came to Daddy so wet and horny.”
Her head is thrashing on the pillows, her eyes glazed over. Surprise has transformed her beautiful features, as though she can’t believe the effect my praise is having.
How it’s working magic on her sexy body.
“It’s…again. I’m going to…”
“Oh hell,” I moan, slapping into her at a galloping pace now, securing her knees in my armpits and folding her in half. Moving in a fucking lather. And I might be banging her brains out now without reservation, but this still isn’t how I planned to take her. It’s not a transaction. Not functional or impersonal. No, we’re looking each other right in the eye, showing each other everything. Every nuance of pleasure, gratitude, vulnerability. I never could have imagined myself doing it…or how full it would make my chest. How much this eighteen-year-old girl would humble me. “Say it,” I beg, thickly. “Pout that lip out and say it.”
She bats her eyelashes at me and juts out her bottom lip. “Come inside me, Daddy. Come inside me deep.”
I only expected one word, but she’s given me more than that.
