Page 13 of Big Bad Daddy

“Good girl,” I murmur, my eyes focused on her virgin pussy, pink and drenched with arousal. Overcome with lust, I lick my lips and bury my face against her inner thighs. My eyes takein every inch, savoring this moment and burning it to memory. “Baby girl, did you save this pretty pussy just for Daddy?”

“Yes,” she squeals softly, squirming against the leather bench seat as my roaming tongue reaches her moist folds, slick with the sweetest honey I’ve ever tasted. I run my tongue through her wet slit again and again, awakened by lust and emboldened by unleashed desire.

“Baby girl, you taste like heaven.” I lap harder, stroking her swollen clit with tiny lashes that make her hips arch off the seat. Her moans guide me, teaching me what pleases her. Her labored breath drives my pace as I savor every lick that brings my girl closer to the edge of bliss. I have a hell of a lot more stamina than a man her age, plus the experience and patience to learn every little thing that makes my girl reach the heights of ecstasy.

“Daddy’s so good to me,” she cries as I tease her with my mouth, licking and sucking, using my finger to penetrate her virgin pussy, pumping into her tight channel and watching her bear down like she wants more. Her wish is my command.

I lick her hard little nub, lashing it relentlessly, spreading her legs to give me better access, and helping wrap her calves around my neck. I take her to edge over and over, until she begs me to come.

“Please, please,” Sybil whimpers as tears cascade down both cheeks. “Daddy, please.” Those words finish me.

I lick harder, faster, thrusting inside her with two thick fingers so she gets a taste of what’s to come. It takes less than a minute to hear the sweetest cry I’ve ever heard. My baby girl comes on my face, dousing my mouth and coating my beard with her thick honey. She cries louder, gasping with surprise as I continue to pet her clit and draw it out. Her dewy, flushed face makes my cock ache to be inside her. Her tiny yelps make me imagine fucking her until morning and filling her with so muchseed it spills onto her thighs. I know it’s too much too soon, but there’s no going back now.

Chapter Eleven

Whenever I imagined my first time, I pictured a king-size bed with satin sheets, candles, and rose petals sprinkled throughout the room. I envisioned being madly in love with a boy I’d known and loved for years. In my limited experience and stunted imagination, I visualized something sweeter and far less passionate, that would ultimately end with a ring and surprise proposal.

This is so much better.

Boris lifts his face from between my legs, his steely gaze fixed on mine. He pulls his fingers from my pussy and shows me the arousal dripping down his hand. I stare, fixated as he licks each digit, salaciously humming with satisfaction and making me blush. “I’ve wanted to do that since the day we met. You’re lucky I held out this long, baby girl,” Boris groans and crawls onto the seat on his knees.

I gaze at the honey smeared across his face, and my heart swells with pride. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met, and now he’s tagged with my scent. If only he were truly mine.

Boris unbuttons his pants and then stops, a look of disappointment flashing across his face. “Maybe we should go to your place where we can have the room to do this right. This is your first time, little girl, and Daddy should make it special.”

My heart races with panic. Shaking my head, I lunge forward and reach for his zipper, surprising Boris with my naughty enthusiasm. He grips my trembling hands and holds me steady, smiling as he leans forward and seals his lips to mine. He kisses me slowly and cautiously, taking my face in his hands as if he’s handling a work of art. I reach for his shirt to hold myself steady, but my body feels too weak and overcome by his touch to hang on.

“You’re such a greedy girl and so good at tempting Daddy. If you don’t behave yourself, I may have to put you over my knee,” Boris whispers between kisses and then tugs one strap off my shoulder. My breasts fall out from the slip dress, and the cool air makes my nipples tighten. He cups one gently, rolling my taut peaks through his fingers as he speaks. “Do you want me to claim this pussy here, in the backseat of my car?” It sounds like a question, but it doesn’t feel like one. His stern, commanding voice makes my skin turn to gooseflesh. It makes me hotter, wetter, and pliable to every whim. Whatever he asks is his.

I nod once and crush my lips to his, my nimble fingers furiously unbuttoning his shirt to get to his chest. I spread it open and let my hands wander over his muscular pecs, eager to touch him, smell him, and feel the weight of his broad chest against my breasts. My mouth travels down to his neck while my fingers glide through the thin coat of salt-and-pepper hair covering his torso.

“Use your words, baby girl. I need to hear you say it. Say you’re giving this pussy to me,” Boris hums, and I feel the vibration of his voice penetrate my skin. He cups my pussy roughly, dipping a finger into my wetness and using it to strokemy clit. Every flick makes me tingle with building lust. His precision is exquisite. His technique is merciless.

“It’s yours, Daddy. Please, take it.” The words fall from my lips with unchallenged certainty. There’s no room for second thoughts. I should wait. We should wait. But I’ve never wanted anything more in my life, and Boris Volkov is the only man capable of giving it to me.

Boris returns to his knees and drops his gaze, his eyes wide with wonder and soft with affection. He takes a deep breath and begins to slowly unzip, taking his time as he struggles to get past the huge bulge tenting his pants. “You’ll need to be brave, baby girl. This may be too much cock for that tiny pussy.”

“I’ll be brave,” I whisper, my eyes locked on the python creeping out of his pants. It’s long and thick, a massive slab of flesh determined to ruin my pussy for anyone else. Instead of feeling fear, I feel challenged. Desire and adrenaline course through my veins, urging me to reach out and verify it’s real.

Boris beats me to it. He clasps my wrist and brings my hand to the base, coaxing me to pump his girthy shaft.

“All of this is going inside you, baby girl.” Boris’s eyes narrow, like a predator moments from consuming its prey. He runs his fingers down my slit, penetrating my pussy before using the moisture to coat his cock. “And I’m not stopping until this pussy is filled to the brim with my cum. Are you sure you can take it all?”

I shamelessly nod with enthusiasm and lunge forward, pushing him into a seated position while I place my legs on either side of his thighs. He doesn’t stop me or attempt to slow me down. Instead, he guides the head of his cock to my entrance and lets the tip penetrate my pussy, teasing me by running it through my folds. The act torments me.

Boris uses his finger to brush the hair off my face and gazes lovingly into my eyes. “It’s yours, baby girl. Show your daddy how much you want it.”

Chapter Twelve

My girl wastes no time climbing onto my cock and offering her virgin pussy to me. The sight almost stops my heart. Her tight grip nearly makes me come before we begin. The first two inches disappear, and the ache in my balls tempts me to thrust all the way in. Of course, I hold back, stopping to gaze at my beautiful girl’s honey eyes. She’s confident but bashful, and as much as she wants to show me how ready she feels, I’m not sure she knows what to do.

“Do you need Daddy’s help, baby?” I ask and bring my mouth to hers, kissing her gently until our tongues meet and our shared desire makes us lose control. Sybil moans into our kiss, nodding as she bears down, taking my cock another two inches.

“Good girl, Sybil. Good girl.” I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks and guide her down, careful not to get ahead of myself. This is her first time, and it’s up to me to ensure it’s a pleasurable experience. I want her to yearn for me. It’s my job to make sure she craves my cock night and day. “Tell me what I’m doing to you, baby. I want to hear you say it.”

“Daddy’s going to fuck me,” she whispers into my ear, too bashful to say it out loud.

“Daddy’s going to fuck you good, baby girl.” I lurch forward and lift my hips, guiding her down, stretching her tight pussy until I’m almost all the way.

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