Meanwhile, her pussy has been milking mine, her hand massaging her clit, and just as I’m coming in her, she tenses suddenly, spasming around me before her arousal drenches my condom.
It’s a miracle that the condom has actually contained anything, because it feels like both our bodies have just exploded.
We stay like that for a long time, my arms wrapped around her, my cock still inside her, because I can’t muster up theenergy to move. And neither can she.
At last, though, I pull away, regretting the touch and the citrusy scent of her the minute I do. I take off the condom and throw it in the trashcan, which shedoeshave under her desk, though she doesn’t seem to make much use of it, judging by the state of her room.
I find it cute, though I’d never cop to it. In fact, I’m suddenly finding a whole lot of things cute about her, and I don’t think I’ve ever found anything cute about anything before.
The second the condom is off, I’m back in bed with her, holding her to me hungrily.
“Piper?” comes a sleepy voice from the hallway. “Piper? Is that you? Everything okay?”
She emits the tiniest squeak and hides under the comforter, which is definitely not logical, sinceI’mthe one who’s not supposed to be here. I pinch her ass hard, a sadistic impulse in me to make the red splotches on her face deepen, as her dad’s steps grow louder on the other side of the door.
She squeaks again as the handle moves, then pops back out and pushes me down instead, covering me hurriedly with her blanket. I find myself between her legs, and I breathe in the musky scent from her pussy. It makes my head dizzy, especially since I can guess at the wetness still clinging to her skin, a mix of her arousal and mine.
It makes my mouth water, and I press my face to her folds just as I hear the creaking sound of a door opening, the darkness under the cover growing just a bit lighter.
“Everything okay, pumpkin?”
Pumpkin. I nearly snort out loud at the nickname, and muffle my reaction by finding her clit and sucking it in.
“Oh!”
She can’t seem to help the yelp of surprise that spills out of her mouth at the unexpected contact. She wriggles to try to getaway from my mouth, but I wrap my arms around her legs, keeping my mouth firmly latched to her. Then I begin to suck at her lower lips in earnest, hungrily tasting her wetness, then exploring her inner walls with my tongue.
“What’s wrong, pumpkin?”
She’s wriggling even harder than before, trying to push me away, but I merely pin her legs down and continue my attack, grinning against her pussy as I imagine the splotches of color on her face that must be glowing bright red by now.
“Everything’s fine, Dad!”
“Why are you moving like that?”
I’m shaking with silent laughter as I continue to lick and suck her, fucking her mercilessly with my tongue, changing it up to keep her on her toes. I can just imagine her squirming furiously in front of her confused father, her face a delicious shade of tomato red.
“I’m fine!” she yelps out. “I just…”
“Are you sick?”
“Yes! That’s it! A stomachache!”
By some superhuman power, she manages to tense her entire body and go still as I continue to fuck her with my tongue. Which annoys me, because my initial laughter at seeing her jerk around uncontrollably in my hands has turned into something far darker. I’m hard again, so hard I’m actually in pain, and I’m starting to wonder if people can die from being too turned on.
Keeping my mouth resolutely around her clit, I thrust two fingers up her pussy, and she lets out a scream.
“Pumpkin! Is it that bad? Should I call an ambulance?”
“No, Dad! No! It’s fine! I’m fine!”
Her voice comes out in pleading squeaks, each word punctuated by a hard thrust of my fingers, as my mouth continues to torment her clit.
I sense her dad growing nearer and I wonder how stupidhe is that he can’t tell there’s someone under the covers of hispumpkin’sbed. Maybe his eyesight is just as bad as his daughter’s. Or maybe he’s even more naive than her.
Whatever it is, he seems to be on the point of sitting down because Piper gasps, “Please! I’m fine! Go back to bed! I just need to sleep!”
The footsteps pause. Then he says, “I’ll see if we have Tums in the medicine cabinet. Are you sure you’re fine, pumpkin?”
