"I'd like to taste what kind of girl you are," I say gruffly, my lips close enough to graze the impossibly silky soft skin of her ear. Tara is my perfect little princess. She shivers against me, a not small gesture of just how nervous she is. Oh, Tara should be nervous because I can't hold back the monster inside me that needs to take her, claim her, make her mine.
Daddy will take care of you, my perverse fucking brain rings out. I can't think of anything but having her sweet little pussy in my face. I want the scent of her all over me for days like I'm some kind of fucking animal.
And I will be. I am the fucking animal that's got this little doe cornered.
I put my hand on the back of her neck and pull her against me. "You want that, don't you?" I ask her, my other hand pressing into her ass so she can feel what she does to me.
Hot tears are pouring down her cheeks. Fuck. What did I do to her?
"What's wrong baby girl?" I'm a monster; I'm the bastard who's going to have her. But I don't' know
"I won't be any good," she sniffles out her tear-soaked confession.
Fuck.
She'll be the best thing I should never have. Her pain makes my need to comfort and calm and claim her even stronger.
"There's no real study session for this, baby girl," I say, brushing my thumb over her jawline. But anything you want to know, my cock is dying to teach you.
I release her neck and pull Tara against me, lifting her ass up with both of my hands. I'm large and firm against her petite softness. She's silky, everywhere, I just know it. I've been dying to confirm just that for some time now. Her tiny perfect round ass makes for two delightful handfuls in my much larger hands.
Tara's legs wrap around me. She's so wet I can feel the dampness through the flimsy fabric of her panties, her dress already hiked up from this position. I plant her on the chair and drop to my knees, reverent for what my sweet baby girl is going to let me have a taste of. I desperately want her, and I know she wants me. There's no going back now. I run my face up to her thighs, biting and kissing that flesh that's porcelain and satin. Smoother than my filthy fantasies even conjured. Youth is wasted on the fucking young, no way I appreciated this fountain of youth when I was young enough for girls her age to be my age. No, when I was this young, I never appreciated the softness of their innocent. But I never appreciated anyone the way I do Tara. A youth of appreciating pretty young things wouldn't compare to how I feel about Tara.
I never felt this way about anyone, not even Helen. Helen seemed like the sort of person I was supposed to be in a relationship with. The compatibility turned out to begin and end with the socially acceptable age difference.
I craved the kind of connection I'd always had with Tara. Our only problem was our socially unacceptable age difference. Me as her father figure. Still, no one believed in me the way she did, always cared about my thoughts or dreams the way she did. Tara had no idea how motivating or important to me she had been. Fuck what anyone else thought, Tara was always the woman I needed.
I could repay Tara, show her in some way. I knew that no one had tasted that sweet pussy of hers, ever. Even Helen had appreciated my skill in the art of licking pussy and Tara deserved to feel damn good like I would make sure she would.
Fuck. I shouldn't think about Helen right now. Shouldn't think about how her cold distance had her six feet under and I was about to bury myself balls deep in her daughter's younger, eager pussy.
If I was going to hell, I supposed I could keep my seat red hot on the way there.
I couldn't hold back from Tara if I wanted to. I was going to lay my claim on that sweet baby girl and make her mine forever. I was going to make her first time so fucking good it would ruin her life. No boy her age was anything but that: a boy. She was getting fucked by a man. This man who could show her how much he cared and made her want to pass out from the amount of pleasure he could give her.
Already, Tara's soft, sexy little moans and her lust-shaken thighs magnetically pulled me closer to her told me that I was overtaking her. Hesitation or nerves be damned, she craved me like I craved her.
I should be ashamed to ruin and claim something so innocent.
But I wasn't. Some prideful urge within me was thrilled to claim Tara as mine.
I trailed my kisses up to the wet seam of her panties, deftly pulling them with my teeth. Rewarded by her trembles against me, I hooked my thumbs in and yanked them down, but kept them at her ankles. "Don't let those fall off." I should have been gentle, but there was a side of me that Helen had once enjoyed. A domineering side that took charge. And with Tara's innocence and eagerness to please me, to worship me, it would be impossible to suppress that beast within me. I wanted her caged to me while her thighs quaked from my mouth devouring her pussy. She has no idea what's in store for her.
When my mouth captures the growing bud of her glistening clit, I am relentless in how I will pleasure her, alternating pressures and suction and working my fingers over the rest of her perfect pussy until I know I'm giving her exactly what she likes.
Smugly, I think that she didn't even know this was how she liked it at all until I sapped the nectar right out of her. She's probably never even masturbated, and I file that thought away for future use. The thought of her touching this sweet little pussy I'm sucking on now makes my cock painfully jerk in my slacks. I have to get out of these … and into her.
But I'm not so much of a monster. Sure, she's going to come all over my cock. Of course. But equally assured, she'll be shuddering at least an orgasm into my mouth, first. I don't want to rush anything and hurt her. Tara's at once this fragile doe of a girl I've got to protect, and she's the blazing hot woman that supports me and turns me on like no one else. I'd settle for nothing short of the perfect pleasurable experience for her.
Not that I'm some kind of dickhead, but she doesn't know how much that isn't like me. Sure, I want a woman to come when I fuck her. Come a lot. But the reverence I hold her in … she knocks me to my fucking knees with how much I have to make sure everything is perfect for her. If she only knew how much she changed me, moved me.
Inhaling her sweet muskiness while she writhed over my face was plenty affirmation for now. Putting my hand over her abdomen and applying some pressure to increase her pleasure, Tara's sweet eyes look at me. Not questioning, not doubtful. Not uncomfortable.
Trusting.
She undoes me with how she lets me master her.
And then, I undo her. Her head falls back and her teeth are grinding into her lower lip with intensity while a mashup of moans and grunts are gasping out of her trembling mouth.
"Come for me, baby girl," I growl against her tender flesh, and I dip a finger inside her tight, virgin pussy to feel just how wet and plump she is for me. Her squeezing on my finger has me palming my cock for a second and squeezing my eyes shut for a second to keep me focused on following through.
Following through with not tearing off my slacks and burying myself so deep inside of her that the neighbors hear her scream out.
I want to think about first how I want to crush her screams with my mouth on hers, but that word neighbors stops me in my tracks. This will get louder, and I need to make sure the fucking door is locked. A wicked thought courses through my mind, and I suppose there's some twinkle in my eyes that betrays just that. A lusty thrill shadows her eyes when she locks her gaze with mine. Stroking her g-spot, I ride out her orgasm and never break my look deep into her tender, coffee-colored eyes. The trust mingling with the pleasure on her face is like nothing I've experienced in my life. No matter what the hell happens, I will never forget that look. I drink it in, and it quenches my dark thirst for her just enough to make my monster inside roar and demand more.
I may be ruining Tara, but she's sure as fuck ruining me for anyone, too.
When her orgasm has died down, I withdraw my fingers and my face, rubbing some of her juices off my face, but not all of them. I kiss her so she can taste how sweet her pussy is. I don't want to her to be anything but aroused, but I know she's severely lacking in any sexual experience. But she has a natural, non-puritanical sexuality about her even though she's never been touched.
You know, until me, her fucking stepfather, planned to sink her down on his cock while I locked the door. Pressing her against the fridge door had emblazoned how good it would feel to have her against a hard, ungiving surface while on my hard, pulsing cock. Pumping into her and feeling the every quake of her body against me. I'd practically turned into a teenager thinking about it, my cock ready to bust through his slacks or at least ready to stickify them.
Slowly, watching Tara watching me, I undid my belt. Took off my shirt. Yanked off my slacks. Tore down my boxer briefs.