“Yeah, more… I dunno…”
I laugh as a couple of fries spill between her knees and land in the footwell. “More messy?”
She giggles. “Well, yeah. That too. But it’s magical, getting your order and eating it on your lap in the car.”
I’m not sure I see the magic in getting grease all over your dashboard, but I smile regardless. “Did you do this with your mum?”
She shakes her head. “With a couple of her boyfriends, when it was all new. You know how it goes. New guy, wants to impress the kid, takes the family out for burgers, reads a bedtime story. Gets bored after a week and sends the kid to bed early every night until they get bored of the mum too and vanish into the horizon forever.”
I don’t know how it goes. I don’t know at all. “That’s rough, Laine.”
“It’s alright,” she says. “I did ok. I had it pretty good, loads of other kids have it way worse.”
I keep quiet, unwrapping the thing that could only loosely be described as a burger and contemplating how she can possibly find so much pleasure in this.
She gives a delightful groan as she bites into hers, a look of bliss on her face that I hope I’ll remember forever.
“Good?” I ask.
More groans. She nods her head, chews then swallows. “Better than good. Amazing.”
I bite into mine. It’s actually not that bad, if you like the taste of processed plastic. Her eyes question me, and I haven’t the heart to tell her so. “Good,” I say, and she laughs. It’s raw and real and beautiful.
“Liar!”
I hold up my hands. “Really, it’s good,” I lie again.
Her eyes sparkle. She hands me my milkshake. “Try this. You’ll like this.”
It’s thick and slurpy. More sugar than substance.
“So?” she prompts. “It’s good, right?”
I tip my head. “It’s better than the burger.”
“I love milkshake. It’s the best.”
I can’t resist, not when I see her hollow cheeks as she sucks in rapture, her eyelashes fluttering as she takes a greedy mouthful.
“I’m glad you think so,” I tell her. “Because Daddy’s got a milkshake of his own to give you later.”
I try to keep my face impassive, try to stay stern, and serious, but her wide eyes tickle me. I laugh. Properly laugh, right from the belly.
“Gross,” she says, but she’s laughing, too, and it feels so good to let it all out, to see humour in a world that used to be so grey.
I feel alive again.
It dries up slowly, a soft giggle as she turns her attention back to her meal, and I’m staring at her, all thought of food long gone.
“Tonight,” I tell her, and it takes her a moment to register my intention.
“Tonight? Really?!”
I nod. “Really. Home just as soon as we’ve finished.”
She pauses, a fry halfway to her mouth, then drops it back in the carton and bundles the food back in the paper bag as I watch.
“Finish your dinner,” I say. “There’s no rush, sweetheart.”
But she doesn’t stop. Not until it’s all away.
She takes my hand. Squeezes my greasy fingers with hers. “Please let’s go home, Daddy. I’m not hungry anymore.”
Chapter Seventeen
Nick
She’s nervous. I can feel it, her fingers squeezing mine so tightly as I lead her upstairs. I’d planned to take her in my room, in my big bed like a big girl, but the temptation to take her innocence in pretty pink sheets is too much to bear. She takes a breath as she steps through the doorway, and her smile is so bright, trying too hard to be confident. Her raspy breath gives her away.
I close the door behind us and my beautiful girl faces me as I flick on the lamp. Her hands are clasped in front of her, so unsure.
I shrug off my jacket and hang it on the back of the door. I loosen my tie slowly, and unbutton my shirt as she stares at me with wide eyes.
“Undress for Daddy,” I tell her, and her nervous fingers are a joy to watch. They dither as they pull her top over her head, fumble as they pop the button on her jeans and ease down the zipper. She wriggles out of them and stands before me in just her underwear. Her bra is so understated, only the tiniest frill of lace on plain white. Her nipples poke through the fabric, tiny little peaks that make my mouth water.
“Turn for Daddy, let me see you.”
She smiles so shyly as she does a twirl, her shoulders back and proud, even though I’m sure her heart is racing in her chest. Her ass is a delight, tight young virgin cheeks just begging to be spanked. A dirty part of me wishes my sweet Laine was a naughty girl, but there’ll be opportunity for punishment in good time. Even the most adorable little girls can’t always be angels.
I’m beginning to read her expressions. The tiny twitch in the corner of her smile, the flutter of her eyelashes, the stare she gives when she’s so eager for praise.
“Beautiful,” I tell her as she finishes her twirl.
She breathes out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Daddy Nick.”
“It’s just Daddy tonight,” I tell her, and she nods.
“Okay, Daddy.”
I undo my cufflinks and shrug off my shirt. Her mouth is open as I take off my belt, her weight shifting from foot to foot as I lower my trousers.
My cock is so ready for her, balls so fucking tight at the thought of taking her sweet little virgin pussy. I feel like a starving man, mouth watering over a tasty piece of rare steak. Tender, perfect, innocent.
The beast inside wants to take her rough and fast, to show her who she belongs to and instil some discipline right from the start. But I’m a better man than that.
Her arms are waiting as I step into them, her sweet fingers twisting in my hair as I kiss her pretty mouth. She murmurs as I give her my tongue, hers dancing such a delicate dance, then she moans as my fingers trail up her belly to squeeze at those little button nipples.
My horny girl is wet for me. She grinds against my bare thigh and the cotton of her knickers is soaking through. She humps me so sweetly, a squirmy little package of need, but I ease her away, pressing my finger to her lips as she protests.
“All in good time, sweetheart. Easy now. Relax for Daddy.”
I walk her to the bed, and she falls back without instruction. Her greedy little fingers rub at her clit through her sodden knickers. The fabric highlights her little pink slit so fucking beautifully.
“Dirty girl,” I grunt, and work my cock slowly, from balls to tip. She’s staring at the length of me, and those nerves are so plain to see. “Are you ready for Daddy, Laine?”
She nods. “I’m ready, Daddy. Really ready.”
Her fingers keep playing as I kneel onto the bed alongside her, circling her clit so eagerly until I push them aside with my own. I press them into her slit, stretching that cotton fabric between her pussy lips as she squeezes her eyes shut.