Finally, I pull my hand back through, and push a slick covered finger into her little ass. She takes it easier this time, maybe because she’s excited, and maybe because my finger is so fucking soaked. She’s so wet and ready for me, my dick hates me right now, and my balls are heavy. I need to give her my cum. My finger sinks up to the knuckle easily, and I pull it back out. I repeat that several times, getting her used to the feel of it, getting her used to my rhythm. Then, when I can tell she knows what I need from her, and what she needs from me, I let my finger leave that tight little cavern. Her whimper of despair makes me smile.
“Don’t worry baby. Daddy’s got you,” I tell her. Where the hell did that come from? Daddy? What the fuck is wrong with me? That’s never been something I’ve wanted. With her it feels as natural as breathing. This time I push two fingers inside her tight ass, tunneling in until they breach through the ring of muscles. Bree cries out and I hold them still for a second afraid I’ve hurt her. I’d rather cut off my right hand than do that. I’ve wanted her since the moment I first laid eyes on her. Now, I just have to figure out how to keep her without winding up dead. Not that I care. Some things are worth dying for.
“More. I need more,” she whispers brokenly.
I think I could make her come like this. With nothing more than fucking her ass with my fingers. But, that’s not how I want her first orgasm to be tonight. If things were different I’d want her first orgasm to be with my cock buried deep inside of her, so I can feel every fucking second of her pleasure. I decide to do the next best thing.
Regretfully, I take my hands away. She cries out in distress, and I place a kiss at the base of her neck in reward. I feel the need to make her work for every reward she gets from me—and every punishment.
“Shh…Bend over the bed, Bree. I’ll make sure you get what you need.”
“You will?” she asks, turning and looking up at me. The desire in her eyes makes me groan. She’s hungry for so much more, and I want to give it to her. I cup the side of her face with my hand, kissing her forehead.
“You need to understand that you’re mine now, Bree. I will never leave you needing more from me.”
“Unless…”
“Unless I need to punish you.”
“Punish me?” she asks, her eyes going wide as saucers.
“For misbehaving. Now lean over the bed, pull your legs apart and brace yourself with your hands.”
She looks at me for a minute, as if undecided. Her eyes watch mine closely. Then she moves around me to obey my command. Once she’s bent over the bed, with her ass sticking out, tempting me even more, I kick off my pants the rest of the way off. Then I drop to my knees behind her. I let my hands caress her legs, stroking as if I’m praising them. I turn so that my back is braced by the footboard of the bed and when I look up under Bree, my view is nothing but her sweet pussy and the glistening wetness marring her thighs. All for me…All mine. I reach up latching my hands on each of her hips and pulling her down to my face. Her body goes stiff in shock and she tries to resist. I give a slight slap on the cheek of her ass.
“What…”
“Sit on my face, sweet Bree. Give Daddy what he wants,” I growl, my fingers tightening into her skin so much I know it has to cause her pain. It may even bruise her. Fuck. I want it to. I want my marks all over her sweet little virgin body. I want anyone that sees her to know she’s owned by a man. A man who would fucking kill them if they touch her.
She does as I ask, but I can tell by her movements that she’s unsure. It’s okay. Soon she’ll be lost to everything but sensation and riding my face until she comes. I use my tongue to slide along the inside of the lips that shield her from me. I take one hand from her hip so I can pull her pussy lips apart and gain better access.
The second her taste hits me, all thought of going slow is over. There’s no way to describe how she tastes. She bursts on my tongue and as I swallow her down, I know it’s a taste I will need for the rest of my life.
I concentrate on her clit. It’s already jerking against my tongue—pulsating with need. I suck the sensitive skin into my mouth, holding it tightly, teasing it, and pulling on it, as if I’m going to release it and then sucking it all the way back in, ultimately mimicking what my cock will be doing someday. Someday soon.
Her once stiff movements begin to soften as her body picks up a rhythm as old as time. She’s a natural, and I can’t wait to show her everything her body can do. She pushes down against me, using my face to force friction against her pussy. I move my finger to her clit, holding it, while rubbing it back and forth with tight pressure. Her whimpers above me grow louder. Her sweet juice is running thick, coating my face. I can’t believe how wet she is. Bree was made to be fucked. God, even though she’s a virgin, as wet as she is, I know my cock could slide right in. She’s killing me.