She’s learning.
The ache in my groin is more than I can fucking bear. I spin her around me and hitch her up onto the granite, tugging down her wet knickers and spreading her thighs nice and wide. Her pink slit is puffy and glistening, mine for the fucking taking as I spit on my fingers and sink two all the way inside.
She moans a delightful little moan, and I fuck her harder, my fingers easing and stretching her open. She’s still so tight, her tiny hole such a fucking wonder. “Yes! Yes, Daddy!”
I move in circles, nice and deep, applying pressure until she gasps. I groan for her as I clamp my mouth onto her pretty little mound, and her clit is so easy to find, standing proud for my tongue.
She bucks her hips, urging me deeper, and I suck, flicking my tongue so quickly over that hard little bud.
“Daddy!” Her voice is breathless, frantic. “I’m gonna come, Daddy!”
I stare up at my gorgeous girl, her cheeks flushed and lips parted. Her top has ridden up to her bra, her tummy so tight. Her legs wrap around my shoulders, and she uses them as leverage, rubbing her pussy against my face as she shudders. She loses control, cursing in such a pretty little voice, and I keep on lapping until she’s all used up.
Her wetness is in my nostrils, smeared slick over my mouth. She tastes fucking divine. I get to my feet when she’s done, and take out my cock, spearing her so suddenly that she squeals.
“Ow, ow, ow…” she groans as I push all the way inside. She rocks her hips regardless as her pussy takes me, and her mouth is open wide for my kisses. Her hands reach around to grab my ass, and my horny little girl urges me on, urges harder, faster.
Her innocence hides such a dirty little minx, just begging to be coaxed out into the open.
I shouldn’t come without using protection, not without a serious discussion, but my sweet little Laine surprises me yet again.
“Come, Daddy! I want it! I want it in me!”
And so do I.
I want to fill that tight little cunt with my seed, I want to fill her up until she’s swollen with my child, and her pretty little tits are so ripe.
It’s the beast within, I know it. I feel it behind my eyes, the desire to claim her forever. It’s all kinds of fucking wrong, but I can’t resist.
Frantic thrusts and I unload, her sweet cunt sucks it from me, milking my balls until they run dry.
She drips as I pull out of her, and her freshly fucked hole is a sight straight from heaven.
She catches her breath, smiling as I run a thumb over her slit.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” I tell her. “All full up.”
Her eyes twinkle as she tugs her crumpled top over her head.
“I want more,” she says.
Laine
Daddy Nick loves me all through Saturday night. He loves me until I’m too sore to take his cock anymore, and then takes me with his mouth instead.
Daddy Nick loves me until we’re both panting and sweaty. He loves me until there are no words, only breath.
He loves me until I fall asleep in his arms, and then he wakes and loves me again on a bright Sunday morning.
We eat toast, and then he bathes me. He washes my hair, and soaps me all over, and then he pushes his fingers inside my ass. Only this time it makes me so horny I beg him to love me all over again.
He does.
He gives me so much.
He gives me everything, over and over through Sunday night.
He’s still taking me as the birds are chirping outside, and I’m too scared to check my phone alarm, knowing my sleep will be barely enough to function.
It isn’t.
I don’t want to wake up for college. I barely move as I hear his voice from downstairs. My head feels muggy and my pussy feels sore, and all I want to do is curl up with him and talk about butterflies, but Daddy Nick doesn’t do days off.
He’s already dressed so smart for work. Already cooking my breakfast.
I eat slowly, my eyes still heavy with sleep, and he smiles and calls me lazybones, then leaves me to clear our plates as he finishes getting ready to leave.
I startle as he claps his hands in front of my face, and I’m still in the same position at the table, my breakfast plate still empty in front of me.
“Chop-chop, sweetheart, we’re late. We can’t be late, Laine.”
His voice is stern and filled with irritation, and I feel mortified to have disappointed him in such a silly way. I rush to my feet and clear the plates with a clatter, then bound upstairs two steps at a time to brush my teeth and gather my messy hair into a ponytail. I throw on my clothes, still fastening my jeans as I race to the door while he’s waiting. I barely notice the lunchbox he thrusts in my hands, and follow him out to the car in a daze.
The frosty air wakes me up enough to attempt conversation, but he’s still irritated, checking the clock on the dashboard every few seconds.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I say.
“An early night for you, young lady,” he tells me. I don’t disagree.
I could sleep for ten years straight.
I’m groggy when Kelly Anne catches me in the corridor. She’s grinning, bursting to tell me some stupid news or other. It’s about a guy, not Harrison, some other stupid stud called Mason she met down the fish and chip shop. Mason. I doubt that’s even his real name. She tells me he’s built like a bear, and fucks like one, too.
The way she talks about him you’d think he was the master of the female orgasm, but she’s full of shit, I can see that now.
I wonder if she’s always been so full of shit.
Probably.
She rolls her eyes. “You don’t seem all that interested. I guess Daddy Nick is sooo much more important than me now…” She follows me anyway. “So, have you actually fucked the guy yet?”
She clearly doesn’t believe for one second I’ve done it. I shouldn’t rise to the bait, but she’s been looking at me like such a prude for so long now that I can’t help but revel in the fact that I’m not.
I stop walking, and even though I’m exhausted and still so gutted I upset Daddy Nick this morning, there’s still a sizzle all the way through me.
“Yes,” I tell her. “I have. And it was great. It was amazing. He was amazing.” I grin, and once it’s on my face it won’t leave.
She looks so shocked, her eyes so wide as she gawps at me.
“Wow,” she says. “Congratulations.” It’s hollow and empty. Her insincerity is so obvious now I have Nick in my life.
Nick. I haven’t thought of him with just his actual name for days.
“I love him,” I tell her, and I’m so confident with the statement it takes me aback. “I love him and he loves me, and it’s amazing.”
She shrugs. “Yeah, well, I thought that about my first shag, too. You’ll get over it.”
I shake my head. “It’s different.”
“Oh yeah? How would you know?”