Smoothing his hands over both sides of my ass, he says, “Spread those knees a little wider, sweetheart.”
I do as he tells me. Grasping my hips, he presses his hard cock against my soft, vulnerable bits.
“Feel what you do to me, little girl?” he rasps. “Feel how hard you make my cock?”
I whimper, pushing back toward him. Even through his boxers, I can feel how warm his cock is. How hard my daddy’s blood is pumping for me.
“I found you like this,” he says. “Now I get to do what I want with you.”
Depraved visions of Cal touching and tasting me everywhere flash across my mind’s eye.
“What do you want to do to me, Daddy?”
“I want to make every inch of your body blush.”
His hands and his cock pull away, leaving me desperate and wanting. A few seconds later, his palm comes down firmly against my backside. I gasp.
“That’s for climbing the fence this morning without Daddy’s permission,” he says. I suppress a giggle. It feels like it’s been days since we broke into the Heartwell’s backyard, when in reality, it hasn’t even been twelve hours.
He spanks my other cheek, harder this time.
“And that’s for being cheeky about it.” He spanks me twice more on each side. Not hard enough to really hurt me, but with enough force to heat my skin up and make it tingle when he strokes it.
I never thought I’d be the kind of girl who enjoyed being spanked, but it’s difficult to know what kind of bird you are before you’ve had a chance to spread your wings.
“Look at those pretty pink cheeks.” He skims his fingertips across my tender flesh, down the cleft of my ass, between my lips, all the way to my clit. I whimper as he circles the tight nerve bundle.
Tiny, delicate strokes...
I rest my forehead on the bed, concentrating on the pleasure Cal’s fingers are busy conjuring between my hips. With his free hand, he pets every inch of my skin he can reach, spreading his warmth and attention over me.
My clit pulses against the pads of his fingers as he rubs faster, presses harder. His touch evolves, becoming greedy. It’s not enough to caress anymore. He has to grasp and grope, pinch and knead.
I feel my muscles clench as he strokes me. Even my asshole puckers. I moan into the bedspread as my pussy tightens, coming in waves and currents.
Cal slows his movements, but doesn’t stop rubbing. In fact, he seems determined not to stop.
“I can toy with your pussy for hours, baby,” he rasps. “I can rub this little clit until you’re nothing but a twitching, whimpering ball of desire.”
He makes good on his word by dragging another orgasm from me, and another. By my third orgasm, I’m barely a person anymore. I’m a cluster of nerves contained within a bag of bones, ruled by endless hunger.
Finally, he grants my clit a much needed reprieve. He runs his hand down my back, breathing heavily. I’m so slippery that I don’t even wince as he slides two fingers into my pussy.
“Baby, you’re soaking wet.” He thrusts his fingers in and out. “Is all this for Daddy?”
“Uh-huh,” I whimper, because it is for him. All of it, every drop. To ease his trip inside me. “All for you...to fuck me.”
I breathe the words, yet somehow, they reach his ears.
The fingers inside me stop moving.
“Don’t you dare say that if you don’t mean it, little girl.”
There’s a warning bite to his words, an unspoken threat that seems to say, don’t poke the demon. I have no doubt that Cal would gladly fuck my mouth again if I wasn’t ready to take him. But I am ready. After all these years, I finally want to let someone inside.
And I want that someone to be him.
“I mean it,” I tell him. “I want you to be the first.”
His breathing is ragged, like he’s waging a silent battle within himself. I glance at him over my shoulder. He wants to fuck me. The desire in his gaze is clear as crystal, but there’s something else there.
Restraint? Concern? Guilt? Yes, definitely guilt.
I rock my hips back, fucking myself on his fingers.
His jaw twitches. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“I’m sure I’m sure, Daddy.”
He withdraws his fingers. The bed shifts. There’s a soft swoosh that I assume is Cal slipping his boxers off.
Then I feel it, the heat of his bare cock against my thigh.
“I’m gonna do my best to take care of you, Holly,” he says. “But you’ve gotta promise you’ll tell me to stop if I go too hard.”
“I will,” I say.
He angles his cock between my thighs, gliding back and forth along my slick folds. Each time the head of his cock strokes my clit, I feel a burst of pleasure. After a few more passes, he positions himself at my opening.