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“You don’t need anything except a lecture and a good hard spanking from your daddy. If you’re rolling on the floor with a grandfather, you need to be reined in fast.”
“I don’t have a daddy to rein me in.” My pulse is flapping like crazy, a sense of rightness settling into place. Rightness I never knew existed. Not for me. “Will y-you be him? W-will you take care of me?” I shift my hips, bounce my butt up and down off the floor and savor his hoarse gasp. “I’ll give you myself in return.”
“Yourself?” he pants, hips beginning these short, punctuated pumps that match the upward push of my lower body. They make his mouth fall open, sweat starting to appear on his hairline. “How are you going to give me yourself, baby? Tell me. You offering up a slick, little pussy hole?”
The abrasive quality of his words makes me whine and whimper, I love the bare honesty of them so much. “I’m just a clueless little virgin.” I lick his mouth up and down, side to side, no idea who I’ve become. A sex kitten, apparently. For this man only. Only for this much older, experienced man. “You decide what to do with me, Daddy.”
“Son of a bitch, I’m going to hell for loving that name so much.” Eyes squeezed shut, he groans through a curse. “Just let me grind myself on you, angel baby, please. That’s all I need. A grind on that little white bikini strip. Knowing it’s wet for me is going to make this fast—ahhhhh shit, it’s already coming, angel baby. I’m already coming just dry fuckin’ your pretty pussy. It’s too young, but God help me, just wiggle it a little. Pout that bottom lip and wiggle around. I’m going to jizz right here in my shorts. Jesus Christ!”
I’ve never seen anyone in the throes of an orgasm, not unless I’m counting the few times I’ve walked past a dorm room and caught a frame or two of pornography. Nothing compares to being up close and personal with a climax in real life, though. Especially when it comes from this rough-hewn four-star general. His jaw clenches and the muscles of his chest and shoulders begin to spasm, turning his eyes blind. He bears down on me violently, wrapping his arms around my head and bucking between my legs, the warm, wet sensation increasing at the ties of his board shorts until we’re both soaked down there, his spend dampening the crotch of my bikini, my upper thighs.
“God almighty, best come I’ve ever had. Oh lord, it won’t stop.” He’s so rough with these final thrusts that he apologizes in between each one, his teeth razing my neck, his breath hot in my ear. “Sorry, angel baby. Can’t help this. Can’t stop.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I gasp, holding on for dear life. “I want it. I need it.”
“You’re not old enough to know what you need, but I’m going to show you,” he says in between harsh breaths, his lips skating over my shoulder and down, down to my breasts. In one deft movement, he shoves aside the triangles of my bikini top and wraps his tongue around a distended nipple, sucking it noisily while his right hand moves downward in between us, pushing down my bottoms with hurried shoves. “Never tasted anything as fresh in my fucking life as these titties. Shaking them all over the beach, no idea you’re driving the men wild, huh? You like making everyone’s dick hard, angel baby?”
“Only yours, Daddy,” I whimper, the suction of his lips around my nipple causing ripples of heat to move low, so low in my tummy. It’s such an alarmingly potent sensation that I dig my heels into the carpet, my thighs restless around his hips. What’s happening? What is happening to my body? “I l-like the way…what you’re doing is…ohhhh.”
When he lifts his head, his eyes have gone almost completely black with his expanded pupils, his hard mouth glossy. “Is this…this can’t be the first time anyone has sucked on these.”
I nod vigorously and immediately feel his sex stiffen at the inside of my knee. Grow and pulse. “Why do I get the honor, Coco?” he says, beginning to breathe hard once again. “Why me?”
“I just saw you and my body knew,” I whisper brokenly, offering both breasts to him in my hands, my head falling back on a moan when he dives in, sucking roughly, squeezing my mounds in his hands and licking the pointed peaks with savoring laps of his tongue. “You’d be the one to show m-me how a man makes love to a woman.”
“No. No, I can’t fuck you. I won’t. You’re got a whole life ahead of you, angel baby. You save that cherry for your husband.” Pure jealousy tightens his features, pulling his teeth back into a snarl. Still, he says, “But your Daddy? Now he sure is going to lick that pretty beginner pussy like a madman, isn’t he?”
All I can do is sob in between breaths, watching his mouth lick down my stomach, his tongue delving into my belly button and pressing until I cry out. My bottoms have already been pushed down to the tops of my thighs, but when he sees my naked flesh for the first time, he makes a strangled sound and rips them from my body completely, parting my slickened folds with a groaning lick, older, calloused hands pressing my thighs open, the tip of his tongue beginning to wreak havoc on my senses. He teases that tiny nub of flesh over and over and over until I’m pulling on my own hair, rutting my hips up into the air, grinding on his mouth, his beard gloriously chafing my sex, my thighs.
“Goddamn, I’d love to stuff a finger in this mini fuck hole,” he grits out against my core, his fingertips digging into my thighs hard. “Bet you’d shake like a leaf.”
I babble in response.
I’m seeing nothing. All I can feel is this encroaching pleasure that is wider and faster and more hazardous than a category five tornado. He’s back to feasting on me and my legs are wrapped around his head, his grunts and moans vibrating all the way to my spine and I let go. I scream behind my teeth and let myself fly into a place I’ve never been. A place where my loins tremble and lust reaches a breaking point, sending me high, then crashing back down. And all I can do is whine his name and writhe on his lapping tongue, his granite mouth as he continues to rake his tongue up and back in my dampening flesh, jiggling the tip at my entrance and setting off a whole new series of explosions.
After I’ve worked my way to the other side of the mountainous pleasure, I just sort of collapse. I think I lose consciousness because when I wake up again, Walt is carrying me to the bed and laying me down among the cool sheets. With an expression that can’t be anything less than adoring, I watch him tap a finger against my sex.
“Did Daddy take good care of this?” he rumbles.
“Yes,” I whisper, replete and aching at the same time. Aching for him to hold me, stay with me, take care of me. “Don’t go.”
His eyelids momentarily drop to cover his eyes. “If I get into that bed and hold you, Coco, it will ruin me. I’ll never be able to do the right thing.”
After a long, visibly tortured hesitation, he turns and strides for the adjoining door.
I fall into a deep sleep wondering what he means by the right thing.
I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know if it means he leaves me after the experience we just shared. After I’ve fallen for Walt. Hard.
