Page 18 of Halloween with a Daddy
I kiss and caress while she recovers. My cock is almost angrily demanding attention, but I fight off my urges. I finally stand up, walk over to where my glass of whiskey is, and take a sip. It washes away the sweetness of her on my tongue, but I need it. Bethany collects her panties and puts them back on, then adjusts her skirt until it’s back where it should be, but clearly disheveled from how I handled it.
“This feels like a dream.” A grin that doesn’t look like it will ever go away adorns her lips as she walks over to join me at the table.
“If it is, I don’t want to wake up.” I level my gaze on her.
“We’ll wake up, eventually.” She looks down. “You’re only here for the weekend.”
“I don’t live that far away.” My shoulders shrug. “I can come back anytime I want.”
That’s halfway true. I still have obligations. But the words feel right and they turn her grin into a beautiful smile. I’m so drawn to Bethany right now that I’d move heaven and earth if it means I get to see her again. Nothing else feels as important as it did before I made this trip to Grimwillow Manor.
“You’ll come back to see me?” She asks with hope in her voice.
“I will.” I nod. “And if you have a weekend free, you can come see me. I can give you a tour of the city, rather than just showing you this old house.”
“I like this place.” She looks around the room.
“I like you.” I sip my whiskey. “Even if you are a naughty little girl.”
“I thought I was a good girl now.” She feigns being offended.
“You were for a moment.” I narrow my eyes. “But I don’t think it’ll last.”
“Are you sure?” She stands up and walks closer to me. “Would a naughty girl do this?”
Bethany puts her hands on my knees and drops between them. A rush goes through my whole body and my cock immediately engorges again. She drags her hands along my inner thigh, making me quiver with anticipation.
“You’re being a very good girl right now.” I look down at her and gasp.
“Then I’ll keep going.” She grins and unfastens my pants.
This isn’t the reward I crave most, but I’ll take it.
Right after I taste those lips.
Bethany
I’monadownwardspiral of lust and rock bottom has never looked so good.
I’m a virgin lost in a world I don’t fully understand, but everything about it feels right. Grimwillow Manor. Edgar. It has the haze of a dream. A beautiful dream I never want to wake up from. Even the costume I hated has grown on me, and brought things to the surface I’m still trying to comprehend. I love calling him Daddy. I love it when he spanks me. He took me to heights of pleasure I’ve never experienced on my own. I’ll be his naughty girl all night long, if that’s what it takes to get more of it.
But right now, I want to be a good girl for my Daddy.
Because he’s been incredibly good to me.
I unbutton Edgar’s pants and he leans back as I stroke his cock through the fabric. His cock is long and thick. I can see that a few threads on his pants have already popped around his zipper. That’s probably because of what he did for me when I was bent over the desk, but seeing it fills me with more energy. I’ve never done this before, but I understand the general idea. Another gift from Amelia, forcing me to watch porn before her very first date because she was so sure that it was going to get X-Rated by the end of the night. I guess I should thank her for that, even if it was a long time ago, because I’d be so far out of my element, I wouldn’t even consider this if she hadn’t.
“Is this what Daddy likes?” I continue rubbing his length and tug at his pants.
“Yes.” He says in a rasp. “But nothing else will touch those lips until I have a taste.”
Edgar grabs the front of my camisole and pulls me towards him. His lips crash into mine and crush them beneath a gentle kiss that gets more forceful as soon as our tongues intertwine. A cascade of emotions pour through me as my soul is ignited with a fire that burns as strong as the desire I felt the first time his hands touched my body. Edgar ravages my mouth and I get a taste of whiskey and a sweetness I can only assume is me.
As our lips finally part, I regain my senses enough to give his tongue a little suck, a preview of what I plan to do when he lets me.
“Now that warm, wet mouth is ready for me.” He says, releasing his grip on my camisole to reach for his cock and pull it free.
I drag my tongue from one crevice of my lips to the other as I descend between his legs again. He puts a hand on my head and guides me towards his throbbing cock. I open my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head before I pull it into my mouth. His body goes rigid for a moment, then he relaxes with a sharp exhale of pleasure. I never understood the appeal of this for girls who talked about wanting to do it. It was never something I fantasized about. Now all I want to do is kneel between his legs until he explodes in my mouth.
