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“Tell me that sweet slit of yours isn’t getting sloppy thinking of taking Papa’s cock in your mouth.”
I drive my fingers into her clutching walls as the warmth of her orgasm leaks down my hand. “Papa, please.” She trembles against my chest, her face smashed into the mirror as I fill her with two thick fingers, banging against her pubic bone with the force of the finger fuck until she’s stuttering and slipping down the glass.
I grab her around her waist, slipping my slick fingers from her seizing opening, then ease her onto her knees, her eyes unseeing, body limp.
“You’re on the naughty list, but luckily you can do something nice for Papa and be a good girl again. Now, open those pretty lips, I’m going to feed you some Feliz Navi-Dick.”
What I don’t tell her, but I will someday when we are settled and this whole charade of hiding and pretending is behind us, is I gave her one of my firsts as well.
This.
Never have I let a woman put her mouth on my cock.
Childhood trauma you could say.
See, my father, God rest his dark soul, taught me everything I know about being a cold-hearted bastard in our world, told me more times than I care to count about how he would take care of his enemies in a way they never saw coming.
Find a woman. The prettiest one you could find with the biggest debt hanging over her head.
Send her on a mission. Get your enemy's cock in her mouth, then…bring it back to him in a paper sack.
Carina’s mouth will be the first for me. The only one I trust.
“Take me out. Slow. I want to watch and remember every second.”
There’s shuffling outside the dressing room, a soft knock.
“Fuck off.” I grimace, dropping a hand to palm the top of Carina’s head, keeping her focused. “When I want your help, you’ll fucking know. Now, fuck off.”
Her fingers fumble and shake on my zipper, dragging the length of my wood from my pants as I reach down and haul my balls out and hang them over the base of my open zipper.
“I—I—” Her eyes are full of questions as I tuck her hair behind her ears, grip the sides of her head and nod. Looking for a second into the mirror, I lick my lips at the image. Carina, on her knees in front of me. Her pretty little heels indenting into her soft bottom, my face twisted with darkness and lust as her fingers ease around my shaft.
“Get it in your mouth, little girl. Papa’s waited a long time for this, but my patience isn’t infinite. Get to sucking and don’t expect me to be gentle.”
“Like this?” Her eyes toy with me as she wraps her fingers around the veiny shaft, my heart nearly pounding through my chest.
“Get it in your fucking mouth,” I demand, as I jut my hips forward while tugging her face onto my length.
The warmth of her mouth hits me like a thousand bullets into my heart. I knew, in an offhand way of course, that getting sucked off probably felt great, but my PTSD from my father’s stories never allowed me to give it a fucking go.
But now?
My little angel kneeling in front of me is going to need the best pair of knee pads sold on this planet because she’s going to be spending a fuck ton of time down there.
“God damn, I love you, baby. Remember that, because you’re going to be getting a throat full of Papa’s cock. And it’s your job to take it.”
I watch in awe as she tries to nod, but I’m hell-bent on getting every inch of my monster down her tight baby throat. Deeper, deeper as she gurgles and works the base with her hands, big approval-seeking eyes on me and I’m re-fucking-born.
I’m resurrected from the dead as I hold her head and groan. When she pulls back, my dick leaves her mouth with a sloppy, popping sound. She gasps, her face red as my Santa suit.
“It’s so big—” She bows her head and I thread my fingers into her hair, yanking her head back so her eyes are on mine. “Bigger up close.”
“Yes, baby. Every inch is for you to take care of.” I loosen one hand from her hair and fist the base over her hands, drawing my cock to the side, smacking it on her cheek, then the other as her eyes flutter closed with each cock slap. “Kiss the tip.”
Her plump lips pucker right up as I guide the swollen, dripping head to them and ease her face into position by the hair, her hands loosening and falling to press flat on the fronts of my thighs, seeking balance.
“That’s a good girl. You look so fucking perfect like this. Kissing your grandpa’s dick on your knees, bet you are making a sloppy mess between your legs too.” She nods like the good angel she is, the desire to make me happy and get my approval clear in her eyes. “You’ll worship it. Just like I’ll worship your pussy. You’re a fucking miracle. Papa’s private little treasure to use as he wishes.”
