Page 31 of The Accident

“Good girl,” I say, and begin to work her with my finger, just enough to start to loosen her up. My thumb circles her clit, patient, never fast, just enough to keep her on the edge.

“Stay still for me,” I warn, and she does, even as her hips start to twitch and rock on their own.

“Oooh, Trevor,” she wails quietly, her lashes falling shut. “Mmmm!”

With my other hand, I spread her a little wider and press another finger at the entrance, forcing two inside. She gasps, then moans, the sound raw and beautiful. I keep up the slow, insistent rhythm, opening her, stretching her just a little more with every pulse.

“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, voice a whisper. “You wanted Daddy to see what a good girl you are?”

She nods frantically, hands now gripping the edge of the coffee table, knuckles white as her big breasts sway. The sight of her, wrecked and needy, is almost too much.

I lean in, tongue just brushing the skin of her lower back. She shivers, and then I lean forward and lick her asshole, tasting the musk of her back door.

“Daddy!” she gasps. “That’s wrong!”

“It’s not wrong,” I rasp, licking her dark star again. “If I want you to come with my tongue in your butt, then that’s what you’re going to do sweetheart. No questions asked.”

Then, I lower my mouth to lap at her pussy, soft and slow, tasting the sharp, sweet salt of her arousal. Her thighs tremble.

“Trevor—oh god, please—” she stutters, and I can hear the desperation in her voice.

I curl my fingers inside that tight cunt, feeling for that sweet spot just behind the ridge, and press. Her whole body seizes up.

“Fuck, you’re going to come just from my fingers, aren’t you?” I say, laughing softly. “What a horny little slut.”

“I’m not a slut,” she gasps even as her pussy squeezes on my digits, another gush of fluid drenching my palm. “I’m not, Daddy!”

I merely chuckle again before licking her asshole with the flat of my tongue.

“You are,” I rasp. “You’re my little cockhungry fuckslut, judging by how your pussy’s creaming right now. But I love that, sweetheart. I love innocent little girls who are whores at heart.”

She whines, then shakes her head, then whines again. She’s lost, her knees shaking as she trembles beneath my ministrations.

I keep her right on the edge, working her, letting the tension build and build until Kayleigh’s breath becomes a single, animal wail. Then I clamp my hand on her hip, hold her in place, and shake my fingers vigorously.

“Ahhhh!” she cries out, throwing her head back as her eyes close. “Ohhhhhh!”

“That’s it,” I rasp. “You love having Daddy’s digits deep in your pussy. You love being fingerfucked, don’t you, my little whore?”

Kayleigh can’t answer, but I don’t stop until she convulses around me, pussy squeezing and pulsing in time with her heartbeat. She comes with a high, keening cry, collapsing forward until she’s almost spread on the coffee table, ass still up and twitching.

“Mmmm!” she screams. “Oh oh oh unnnnh!”

Fuck, her pussy’s so powerful that my digits almost break off from the powerful spasms. But I love it and continue to shake them inside her cunt as her eyes roll back, the tremors almost violent now. In fact, I don’t stop shaking my fingers in her cunt until the last spasm passes with a whimper. Then I pull them out slow, watching a gooey loop of pussy fluid grow between my hand and her cunt.

“Goddamn,” I rasp before breaking the string. “So fucking wet.”

She’s panting still, big breasts heaving, barely able to stand. I stand and stroke her hair, pushing it back from her neck.

“Shhh,” I say. “You did so good, Kayleigh. You were perfect.”

She doesn’t speak, just shivers.

I let her recover. I walk back to the bar, pour myself a fresh drink, and savor the hot, raw pleasure in my chest. Damn, I can still taste her fluids on my tongue.

When I return to the living room, she’s now seated on the sofa, one hand clutching the robe to her chest. Her face is flushed, eyes huge.

I hand her a glass of water, and when she doesn’t take it, I put it down on the coffee table.