Page 30 of Worth Your Wild

Holding her gaze, I rip the lace crotch of her panties with a yank of my fist and I arrow my cock against her quivering little fuck hole, rubbing and coaxing, begging it to allow me in. Several deep kisses later, she manages to take my thick tip. Baring my teeth against the crown of her head, I bounce my tight, whimpering girl on the thick pole between my legs until she’s seated, and ahhhhh my God, it’s bliss, this slippery notch that wasn’t made for big things but takes one very big thing for her Daddy.

“Are you in pain?” I manage, rubbing my wet mouth over hers, looking down at this beauty that I’ve impaled several feet off the ground, her legs dangling around my hips.

“I’d be in worse pain without you,” she whispers back, her cunt flexing around me slowly, slowly, trying to wring me out, her expression a cross between innocent and wicked.

A violent shudder ripples through me, head to balls. “Stop that.”

The touches the tip of her tongue to my upper lip. “Stop what?”

“Lord. You’re a cock tease even when you’re stuffed full of meat, aren’t you?” I pant raggedly, thrusting hard, driving her up the wall and she screams with pleasure, her head falling back against the hard surface. “Believe me, you don’t have to tease me to make me crazy. This pretty princess cunt does the job all by itself. It. Makes. Me. Crazy.” I slide my right hand around to her ass and grip a supple cheek, giving it a squeeze. A sharp slap. “Makes me need to pound you like a madman.”

“Do it,” she moans, tilting her head left so I can ride my open mouth up her neck. “Hard. Take me hard.”

“You’re asking for it?”

“Yes.”

“You want it rough?”

“Yes!”

It’s obscene what I do to her, this girl who was a virgin only yesterday. I use my much stronger upper body to pin her to the wall of the dressing room. I pry open her thighs as wide as they’ll go and I savagely fuck her, my cock tunneling out and squeezing back into the pink center of her flesh while she sobs my name, her ass slapping off the wall. Once again, the whole crew is listening to us have sex like animals and I don’t care. I think I’d ride June out in the open if we couldn’t find any privacy, my lust for her is so undeniable and intense. It drives me like nothing else. My love for her makes me a fiend.

“You’re going to walk out of here with my sperm running down your thighs,” I growl into her ear, my cock thrusting to the hilt, her mouth falling open on a loud whimper. “Ain’t going to bother cleaning you off when I’m just going to bang you again later, baby.”

“Oh! Ohhh.” She squirms between me and the wall, whining, her nails clawing at the shoulders of my shirt, her legs starting to get restless. My filthy mouth is pushing her over the side of the cliff into pleasure, her pussy milking me wildly, quickening, quickening until she’s screaming, taking my violent pumps while her tits bounce around in her tank top, her face a mask of pained pleasure. “Come inside me, Daddy. I need it.”

Maybe I’m sick, but I love knowing everybody in the vicinity heard this angel begging for my come. Calling me her Daddy. I love the wall rattling behind her and everyone knowing it’s because she’s taking my dick. That acknowledgment of possession—my possession of June—is what gets my balls convulsing. They constrict until my teeth are on edge and then spew my load in a long, angry tumult that causes my hips to thrust in a furious bid for survival, my groan of thanksgiving drowning out June’s sobs, the sweaty cheeks of her ass squeak-squeak-squeaking up and down the wall as she orgasms.

“Oh lord, that’s my good girl. Give Daddy a kiss while you take his sperm.”

She does as she’s told, her mouth pliant and obedient while I tongue it down, wave after wave of relief coursing through my lower body. Her tits have bounced free of her neckline and I lean down to suckle her nipples now in between kisses, her cunt pulsing in response, drawing another rope of spend from my shaft.

“You’re my addiction, you know that?” I grit out, ramming her one final time against the wall, pressing my teeth to the side of her head. “I’m addicted to you and I only get more obsessed by the second. Soon I’m not going to be able to go five minutes without you. Maybe that ship has already sailed.”

“You don’t have to go without me,” she whispers, kissing me sweetly, despite the frenzied, beastly way I just treated her young body.

“I don’t deserve you,” I groan into her neck, then rubbing my face in her hair. Running my hands on every sweet inch of her skin that I can reach. “I don’t know how to deserve you⁠—”

There’s a loud knock on the door.

“Fuck off,” I say over my shoulder, bristling. “I said nobody comes in here.”

“Deke.” When I recognize the voice, a hole opens in my stomach. “Please tell me that’s not my niece in there with you.”

ELEVEN

June

Upon hearing my uncle Sandy’s voice so laced with horror and disappointment, my face turns red hot. Without thinking, I struggle out of Deke’s hold and attempt to fix my clothing, snatching the torn lace panties up from the floor and shoving them into the pocket of a blazer that hangs on one of the garment racks. With trembling fingers, I fix my twisted and sweaty tank top, pushing my hiked-up skirt back into place.

“Fuck,” Deke swears, hanging his head briefly, before zipping up his pants. “Did you know he was coming back early?”

“No.” I shake my head. “What are we going to tell him?”

Deke runs five fingers through his unruly black hair. “There’s no use in lying, June Bug. They probably heard us in the next county.”

I press the palms of my hands to my hot face. “Oh my gosh.”