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CHAPTER FOUR
Rayna
I don’t understand how this whole Daddy and little girl thing thrilled me so much. I couldn’t even wrap my head around what it felt like when he told me I needed to take a break from being an adult. It was the exact opposite of what I usually heard from people. People always told me I had to grow up, that I was too bohemian and too satisfied with a life that didn’t involve progressing toward something. I was supposed to stop living my life day to day and start thinking about the future. I was supposed to somehow learn how to be a more responsible person.
I was supposed to be organized.
I was supposed to have ambition.
I was supposed to be a lot of things.
I was supposed to be ambitious instead of satisfied. I was supposed to be productive instead of placid. I was supposed to be thin instead of curvy.
With Jonah, it felt like I was just supposed to be myself.
At present, being myself meant kissing him and pulling at his clothes. Again, I felt that realization I would give him anything he wanted from me. I needed to. I needed him to have anything he wanted, to know that I was his completely.
I slid down to my knees in front of him and got his pants down to his ankles. As he got his feet out of them and kicked them away, I pulled his boxers down. It seemed like things slowed down a bit and I got to really focus on his cock now in a way the urgent and almost breakneck speed of our first time together didn’t allow. I reached for him and felt him growing in my hand. It was breathtaking. I leaned over and closed my mouth over the head, letting my tongue swirl.
He gasped and then said, “Oh God, little girl, that’s so good.”
I pulled my mouth back and stroked him softly as I said, “I’ll give you anything you want, Daddy. Anything. You can do anything you want to me.” It felt damned good to call him that, and I moaned as I got my mouth back on him, going deeper this time and using my mouth and my hand together because he was too large for me to get all the way into my mouth.
It was probably overly dramatic to think about how as I sucked his cock all of my worries of the day disappeared as though his dick was a giant pacifier, and I was a baby who needed to stop crying. Nonetheless, it kind of felt that way, and I felt all my worries disappear, all my fears and stress just go away as my mouth and hand moved together on his cock.
On Daddy’s cock.
Jesus Christ! Why did that seem so perfect?
I sucked hungrily, eagerly, and I found my body growing more and more desperate as I did. His hand moved to the back of my head, but he didn’t guide me. He only softly stroked my hair.
The intimacy of that made me feel just perfect. Perfectly loved, perfectly cared for, perfectly attractive. I focused on that last part and moved my mouth like I was an expert at it and eager to show off to Daddy how lucky he was to have me.
He responded in kind and as I moaned and twisted and sucked around him, his reactions became more and more intense. I wanted him to cum in my mouth this time so when I felt him grow close, I grabbed his ass and pulled him as deep as I could, so he didn’t push me away like last time.
He cried out when he came, and I felt his feet leave the ground for a split second from the force of it. That feeling empowered me immensely and I began sucking urgently and powerfully while he pulsed inside me. The feeling of him coming so hard inside my mouth turned me on to no end and I felt my clit tingle even before he pulled me to my feet and held me upright by my hair while he stroked my clit and pussy.
The change in his behavior from tenderness to aggression turned me on to no end, especially because I knew that the change was prompted by the power of the orgasm I gave him. “Oh, God, Daddy!” I moaned. “Oh, you make me feel so good!”
“Yes, little girl,” he growled. “Cum for me.”
As soon as the command left his lips, I cried out as my orgasm staggered me, practically bowling me over with its power.
“Oh God, Daddy!” I screamed as my body went crazy. My feet drummed on the floor, and I would have fallen over if he hadn’t been holding me upright.
He kept stroking me until I thought I would collapse from the force of it. Then he spun me around and pushed me forward, so I bent over the couch with my ass in the air.
“Yes, Daddy, fuck me!” I cried. “Fuck me right now!”
When he entered me, I gasped as my orgasm went straight back to peak climax. I clenched my hands in front of me and moaned, “Oh, God!” before the orgasm strengthened and all I could do was gasp and moan and cry out unintelligibly as he slammed into me.
I was like putty in his hands. My body was a pulsing mass of sensation that seemed to relax and calm me even as it drove me to almost frenzied pleasure. I wondered at the strange contrast in our young relationship. He called me little girl and it made me feel more confident, not less. He fucked me beyond what I thought my body was capable of handling and I felt relaxed instead of overwhelmed. He made me cum harder than I’ve ever cum in my life but all I wanted was more.
When he cried out and came inside me, I got what I asked for as the orgasm that hit me then was so strong, that all of the strength in my legs disappeared. I sank to my knees after only a few seconds and felt the rest of his cum splash onto my ass and my back.
I was dimly aware of Daddy leaving and returning a moment later to clean me up. He helped me stand and lay down on the couch. He put a pillow under my head, kissed me, and said, “Rest now, little girl.”
The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was Daddy laying a blanket over me.
