Page 7 of Wild Daddy

The tops of her tits jiggle as she laughs and I imagine shoving my dick between them then shooting my load right into that pretty little mouth.

She’s like a little bird daring to land on a bear’s claw. My claw.

“Hmm,” I rasp, my thumb tracing the seam of her wetness. She sucks in a breath, eyes locking on mine. All that wide, trusting brown focused on me. I can smell her innocence and it’s locking it’s claws around my heart.

“What?” she breathes, leaning into me, trusting my touch.

“Soft, wet,” I growl, voice rough. “Too soft. Gotta break you in a little.”

Her lips curve, challenging. “Is that a thing? Girls need to be broken in?”

Her honesty is an aphrodisiac. No games, she thinks it, she says it. “I don’t care about what other girls might need baby. I just care about this sweet, sloppy cunt that’s begging for its first time.”

I press, gently at first, feeling that tightness that makes my gut twist and my dick throb. A moan escapes her lips. Possessive heat surges through me. She's mine to discover.

“Baby likes that?” I ask, a low growl.

She nods, eyes fluttering closed. “Mm-hmm.”

I give her little opening more, to the second knuckle, stretching her. Jesus, this girl is fucking untouched. Tight as a god damn pin prick almost. She whimpers, the sounds turning fragile but a feralness is taking me over. I want to hear her scream. I want to feel her fucking break.

“Tight,” I murmur into her hair. “Perfect.”

I start to stroke, in and out. So small I’m easily working her swollen clit with my thumb as I press my middle finger into the most delicious warmth. Her muscles tighten around the intrusion, pulling on me, holding me.

I pull her closer, burying my face in the curve of her neck, inhaling her scent. My hand works, flexing, teasing, claiming. She’s shaking, fingers digging into my back.

“Tell me,” I demand, rough against her ear. “Tell me you like it.”

“I… I do,” she breathes, shaky.

“Louder. Say ‘I like it.’ Just like that.” I move my hand, palm over her windpipe, tightening my grip, something in me wants to fucking own this girl. I want all her firsts, all her attention, all her sounds.

“I like it.” she chokes out, eyes wide all that honestly pouring out of her into my hand.

“Your pussy agrees.”

I increase the pace, finger sliding in and out, deeper and deeper. Those fluttery soft walls taking what I’m giving.

She bucks against me, subtle, desperate. Her breathing turning ragged and choppy. Wet heat spills out of her, making me bare my teeth as I hold her throat, forcing her eyes on mine.

“Almost,” I growl, low. “Almost time.”

I squeeze, feeling her muscles clench. She arches, a small groan escaping her lips.

“Two fingers now.” I pull out, pressing my ring finger next to my middle one and pushing against the tightness as she hisses. “I know baby. It’s a lot but you can do it.”

“Ow.” She drops her head back, exposing her throat against my hand.

“You need me to stop?” I give her a second, I already know the answer, but I want her to hear herself say it.

“No, don’t stop.”

“That’s what I fucking thought. Little lacy pink dress, white little panties all covering up a pussy that needs the right kind of attention.” The words come from my chest, something about this girl twisting me into something I’ve denied myself for so fucking long. “You can do it, two fingers now, all the way in.”

I have to stack my fucking fingers because there’s no way I’m tearing her cherry this way. I want the honor of doing that with my dick.

I work in even strokes, her body easing the entry with wet acceptance, pushing the pad of my thumb onto that nub, grinding it down on the bone underneath. Her thighs start to shake.

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