Nick

 

My beautiful girl’s eyes as so wide as I unbutton her jeans. Her cheeks flushed and her breath short as I pull down the zipper and slide the denim down her legs.

Her knickers are perfect. Plain white cotton, understated and innocent. She’s perfect.

She steps out of the jeans so gracefully, and she still has her socks on, fluffy and pink and cute enough to make my cock twitch.

I drop to my knees, my face so close to her sweet pussy, hidden by knickers that are damp, and my breath lands right where I know she’s so tender. Dainty fingers brush my scalp, twist in my hair, and she murmurs.

“Show me,” I whisper, and my hands grip her pale thighs so firmly, coaxing her until she shifts her legs apart.

Her skin is clammy on the inside of her thighs. I smile at the sweetest little birthmark. Not far below her pussy. It’s almost like a heart.

I can see the promise of hair through the cotton, darker than the perfect blonde on her head, and it takes every scrap of restraint not to tear those knickers down and gorge on her sweet little cunt.

But slowly. Softly.

Gently.

I press my nose to the damp cotton and breathe in deep, and she smells divine. My sigh of pleasure tells her so, and her fingers tighten on my scalp.

“Nick…” she whispers before her voice trails off.

That will have to stop.

But not now.

Not this moment.

She tenses as I press my lips to her through the fabric. Whimpers as I rub my nose up and down, over the hard little clit I know is so horny for me. I taste her wetness, my tongue pushing at her through damp cotton, and I hold her tight, my hands on her firm little ass, squeezing and stroking as I lap at her knickers.

“Ah…” she whispers. “That’s… ah…”

I suck at her. Grip her knickers in my teeth and tug, then suck some more.

She’s squirmy in my hands, breathless again, letting out the little murmurs I love so much. I ease her thighs further apart, and she presses her pussy to my mouth like such a greedy little girl.

Yes. She’s a greedy little girl.

My greedy little girl.

My cock fucking loves that.

I hook the elastic and peel her knickers down so slowly. She closes her legs as I slide them over her ankles, and she’s nervous again, shielding her most delicate treasure.

I stare up at her until she meets my eyes, and then I shake my head.

“No,” I say. “Never hide yourself from me. I want to see you.”

She gives me a little nod, but her thighs stay closed.

“Everything, Laine,” I tell her, and my voice is firm. “Show me that beautiful pussy.”

She takes a deep breath and shuffles her feet wide, her sweet young slit glistening pink and perfect.

“Stunning,” I tell her. “You’re absolutely stunning, Laine. So sweet.” I lean in and touch my tongue to her naked flesh, and she’s soft and wet and delicious. I flick my tongue a little and she gasps a shuddery breath. “You taste divine, Laine. Absolutely divine.”

“I do?” she says and I smile up at her innocence.

I tease my fingers up the inside of her thighs. So softly, I brush the delicate petals and spread them wide until she’s raw and exposed. Her clit is a glorious bud, swollen and ripe, paddling in her excitement and begging to be sucked.

I blow a warm breath on her and she squirms. Tugs at my hair.

“Nick… please…”

Her head is tipped back, and I know her eyes are closed. I know she’ll be screwing them shut as I run the point of my tongue along her slit and fasten my mouth so tightly on her puffy little mound. I stare up at her as I suck, and she’s gasping so delightfully that I can’t help palming my cock through my trousers.

Her fine nest of dark blonde hair tickles my nose. Her scent is the most heavenly nectar, hitting me right in the temples as my tongue probes to find her innocence. I daren’t push in too far. Daren’t spoil that sweet virgin pussy.

I press a hand to her belly and tell her to lie down on the bed. On Jane’s bed.

“On your back,” I say. “Legs to your chest, nice and wide.”

Her eyes are on mine as she positions herself like a good girl, hooking her elbows under her knees and holding them tight. Her fluffy pink socks are cute enough to fucking die for. I kneel up onto the bed beneath her, and her pussy is presented so eagerly. How I’d love to free my cock and push in deep, breaking that tight virgin hole and taking her hard enough that she knows without any doubt who she belongs to.

But her eyes tell me she knows that anyway. They’re hooded, eyelashes fluttering. There’s a shy smile on her lips, a look of adoration that makes my fucking heart pound.

“Are you going to…” she begins.

I shake my head. “Slowly, Laine.”

She nods and takes a breath. “I love it… when you have your mouth there…”

“Me too, Laine.” I brush a thumb across her pretty pink pussy, circle around her clit and she moans for me. I tease at her downy hair, smile as she stares up at me. “I’m going to shave you,” I tell her. “Make you nice and smooth. Just right for licking.”

She nods, smiles back at me, her cheeks glowing. “Like a baby.”

Like a little girl.

The thought is right there, in my filthy mind. Sweet little Laine with a sweet shaven virgin pussy.

I spread her lips, and lower myself onto all fours, my face so close to her gorgeous untouched little cunt. So carefully I ease her open, just enough to see inside. She’s intact, the delicate pink of her hymen such a beautiful promise. My mouth waters and my cock strains for release.

I lower my face and taste her. Push my tongue inside just a little, just enough.

“I’m ready,” she whispers. “If you want to…”

“Oh, I want to,” I say. “But there’s so much to do, Laine. So many pleasures to show you.”

I grip her clit between my fingers, and she cries out as I suck it into my mouth. I suck so carefully, bringing up the pressure as she squirms, that little bud swelling in my mouth as her pussy clenches.

She drops her knees, and her fluffy heels dig into the bed, raising her up to grind back at me. I snake my arms under her ass and hold her tight, and her hands are in my hair, tugging as she begs me for harder. She whimpers like good little girl, asking so nicely, and I suck. Hard. Suck until she’s panting, suck until her fingers are digging into my scalp and her feet are thrashing against the covers.

I suck until she cries out, loud, and my sweet little Laine swears.

“Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck…”

I suck until she’s crested, until she’s holding her breath and her body is tense, wired tight as she unravels. And then she relaxes, lets all the tension out in one long sigh.

She jumps as I tap her pussy.

Just a light tap. A warning shot. Enough to make her startle.

“Potty mouth,” I growl. “Dirty little girl.”

Her eyes are so wide as she stares at me, unsure whether I’m serious or not. I see the worry play across her lips.

“Are you a dirty little girl, Laine?”

She bites her lip. Shakes her head, so unsure.

So innocent.

“I think you’re a dirty little girl.” I smile a dirty smile, and I can’t control the beast. I can’t fight the dark urges that want to consume her, soil her, corrupt her, break her and make her mine.

All mine.

“I like…” she begins.

“What? What do you like?”

She pauses, her eyes sparkling so beautifully, her pussy still clenching and glistening. “I like… everything… I want… I want to be good…”

“You’re going to be my good little dirty girl, are you?”

She nods. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be…”

Oh fuck.

My cock jerks, my balls tight enough to blow.

She must notice my grimace, because her eyes travel down, over my creased shirt to the bulge between my legs.

She licks her lips, and her eyes flash with a dirty kind of devilment that takes my breath.

Dirty innocence. It’s the most intoxicating kind.

“Can I see?” she asks, in the sweetest voice. “Can I see you?” She raises herself on her elbows, and she’s smiling. “Please…”

I kneel up, my fingers working down my shirt buttons, but she moves like a quick little mouse, her fingers pushing mine out of the way.

They’re shaking as she unbuttons my shirt.

Her cheeks are rosy as she slips it from my shoulders.

Her little fingers run down my chest, pressing against the ridges.

“You’re so… firm…” she says.

“I like to keep fit,” I tell her.

She nods, and her eyes meet mine for a moment as she brushes my nipple.

“You can touch me,” I say. “Touch me however you want.”

Her hands gain confidence, stroking and prodding and pinching. “You’re amazing…” she whispers. “You’re everything…”

I quiet her with my mouth, my lips pressing to hers before my tongue pushes inside. I tip her backwards and follow her, and her fingers snake instinctively to my belt.

I unbuckle for her, and pull out my cock, kissing her hard as I wrap her sweet little fingers around my shaft. I move her hands, up and down, nice and slowly.

“Like that,” I groan into her mouth. “Just like that.”

“I want to see it,” she whispers. “Please…”

I press a hand to her ribs as I lift myself from her. Adjust her thighs so I can see her pretty cunt as her fingers work my dick. And she stares at my cock with wide-eyed wonder.

“It’s big…” she says. “It feels so nice.”

“It feels a lot nicer like this,” I say, and press the head against her slit. She sucks in her breath but I smile, slide it up to her clit. I rub my cock against her wet little bud, and her palms press to my thighs.

I reach for her, my hand slipping behind her head to take her hair, supporting her weight so firmly.

“Look,” I grunt. “Look how hard I am for your sweet little pussy.”

“Do it,” she whispers.

Back and forth I brush my swollen fucking cock, over that sensitive little nub until she’s panting all over again.

“I need to come,” I tell her.

“Please… yes…”

“Come with me…” I drop her to her back and lower myself back in position. My belly presses to hers, and her pretty little nipples feel so sweet against my chest.

“I can’t…” she whispers. “I’m so… fluttery…”

“You can,” I tell her. “I promise you, you can.” I pause. “And you will. Again, Laine. Come for me again.”

I rub, back and forth, my dick pinned between my stomach and her pussy, grinding hard, taking so much fucking care not to spear that tight little cunt and fill her up with my cum.

She wraps her legs around my waist and moves as I move. Her hands wrap around my neck and hold tight, eyes closed and mouth open as she gasps and moans and whimpers.

“I’m gonna come all over your sweet little pussy, Laine.”

“Yes…” she whispers. “Oh God, please… please, Nick…”

“Don’t call me that,” I growl, and I’m on the edge, right on the fucking edge.

“What shall I call you?” she asks, and I hear it in her voice, I hear she’s thinking it, too.

It’s in the little tremor, the sweet little hint of lust.

My breath is erratic, my cock pulsing as my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow. And I say it. I just fucking say it.

“Call me Daddy,” I growl. “You can call me Daddy.”

She tenses, shudders, writhes against me.

She likes it.

I knew she would.

A moaning, squirming, delicious little angel.

I thrust, pin her hard, unloading my cum all over her tender little cunt, and she’s right there with me, whimpering little squeals into my ear.

I collapse onto her, dick slick with my cum as it smears between us, and I feel her heartbeat against mine, so fast.

Her fingers play with my hair, her mouth to my ear. I hear her breathing. Her breath so fast.

She kisses me, her lips pressing so gently to my temple.

“Thank you… Daddy.”