CHAPTER FIVE
Sybil
The moment the word comes out of my mouth, the two of us stare at each other, and then, it’s all over. Our mouths meet and I know any resistance is a waste of time.
Best laid plans of mice and men.
Or of mice and little girls.
We’re not as out of control as we were the first time but that doesn’t in any way mean that we’re not completely caught up in the moment. He kisses me fiercely, and there is something truly breathtaking about the kiss. It’s the kind of a kiss that almost stakes a claim like by his kiss he claims ownership of me and lets me know that’s exactly what he’s doing.
Okay, that’s a metaphor. He’s not actually claiming ownership of me. Okay, I guess more specifically, it’s a simile. For any of the grammar freaks out there, just leave me alone. Actually, I think smiles are all metaphors anyway, so what’s your problem.
For goodness’ sake, I’ll think anything in order to keep my mind from thinking about how this is a really stupid thing I’m doing. The key words there are I’m doing. Nothing is going to stop me, whether or not it’s the right decision.
It’s crazy to think the sexual tension was so damned powerful that all it takes is for me to breathe out the word Daddy and we’re at it again!
Or maybe it’s not so crazy. It’s just that— “Oh, God! Daddy!” I cry as all my thinking stops when his hand moves between my legs. He moves with such power and confidence, and I’m not really used to it. I love it but I’m still not used to it. Even through my clothes, it feels incredible. I can’t even wrap my head around how damned good it is.
Through clothes?
That damned well needs to change. I push him back and immediately lift my shirt up and over my head. I get my bra off next and by then, his shirt is off and his belt is unbuckled. He kicks his shoes off as I work on my pants. Mine is off and he still has his own. He steps forward and just gathers me up, cradling me in his arms as he carries me, wearing only panties, across the room. I just stare at him and feel my entire body respond to the closeness.
I don’t really watch where we’re going. I’m too busy staring at his chiseled features and growing crazier and crazier with desire. I really don’t become aware of my surroundings much at all until we’re in a bedroom and he puts me on the bed. I let out a little moan and stare at him in wonder, letting my eyes trace over his muscled chest and his abdomen. I notice a tattoo on the right side of his chest and wonder why I didn’t notice it before. It’s a knife crossed with a machine gun. I know it’s silly but it turns me on, too.
Hell, everything about him turns me on.
He leans over and kisses me and once again, his hands work miracles over my panties. I gasp and moan into his kiss while he strokes me with movements that are at once commanding and surprisingly gentle. I run my hands all over his chiseled body and when one of my hands travels down to the bulge in his pants, I gasp.
I want him inside me.
I want to tell him I want him inside me but I can’t because the way he’s touching me is so powerful, I can’t focus on anything but how good it feels. I feel my body stiffen and tremble under his hands and I can’t believe how turned on I am. It seems almost impossible but I actually feel my orgasm approaching even though he’s still touching me over my panties.
When the orgasm hits, it’s so intense my body actually lifts off of the bed a little. I scream and bury my face in his shoulder while he continues to stroke my throbbing pussy. The feel of the fabric grazing over my clit intensifies the sensation and before long, I’m writhing and twisting as the pleasure becomes almost too powerful to bear.
I can’t believe he made me cum so hard without even getting me completely naked. I didn’t even think it was possible to cum like that and hear I am spasming with the force of my climax. It’s so intense, that I don’t even notice he takes my panties off until he slams into me, and his cock is buried deep in my throbbing pussy.
My eyes fly open and the predatory snarl on his face turns me on so much that it carries me right back to orgasm. This one is even more intense than the first because now I have something thick and hard and powerful to squeeze.
He grunts and begins thrusting faster and though my body is still shuddering like a drum, I manage to say, “Oh God, Daddy, you feel so good!”
“Yeah?” he says, “You like that, little girl?”
Before I can respond, he flips me over so I’m on all fours and fucks me from behind. The new position allows him to go even deeper and I barely manage to scream, “Oh God, Daddy!” before I cum again.
I’m not sure how many more climaxes I have. After this one, I cum again when he turns me on my side and strokes my clit while he fucks me. I cum another time when he pulls out and lifts my pussy in the air so I rest on my shoulders while he eats me out.
When he slams into me again, the sensations are so overwhelming that I can’t tell if I’m cumming or not. I only know this is by far the best sex I’ve ever had and something about the fact that both of us are equally unsure if this is the right thing or not makes the entire thing even more intimate and incredible.
When he finally cries out and I feel his cock pulsing inside me, I feel a sense of triumph, as though by making him cum, I’ve not only given him a small taste of the pleasure he gives me, but I’ve confirmed that he wants this as much as I do.
When we’re finished, we lay in each other’s arms breathing heavily, basking in the glow of the mutual risk we’re taking.
“Oh, Daddy,” I whisper.
“Yes, little girl,” he breathes.