Her back arches off the bed and her thighs wrap around my head. The soft press of her flesh muffles the most desperate part of her scream, but as she sags back against the mattress, I get the gasping through the aftershocks.
I rise on my knees and jerk my cock above her bare cunt.
She’s panting as she watches me.
It’s right there. I could rub the head against her pulsing sex. I wouldn’t fuck her, just—
I groan.
Just the tip. A dangerous game.
And for a second, I think she’s going to make it happen, because she rolls her hips, lifting her pussy up to meet my cock in my hand.
But then she twists, her gloriously sexy body turning, and she’s on all fours in front of me.
Her hand replaces mine, and her mouth—her sweet, innocent mouth—brushes against the pre-come slicked head of my cock.
“Yummy,” she whispers as I tumble back on the bed, sprawling wide.
She follows, perching between my thighs, her gaze full of curious intent as she clumsily strokes me.
Fuck, I don’t want her to ever get better at this. The uncertain squeeze at the top and the rushed stroke down do filthier things to my brain than my own practiced hand has ever achieved.
Her fingers are so slim, solittle, that she barely can hold the whole thing in one hand. When she leans in again to lick it, it feels so fucking good my cock jerks out of her grasp, and she giggles.
Every depraved fantasy I never allowed myself to explore fully is now slamming to the fore, one after the other.
The innocence.
The size difference.
The eagerness.
My little girl, seducing me in the cabin when I just wanted to get away from the world. Because of my dirty thoughts, because of my off-limits desire.
She followed me here, breaking in, spreading her perfect little girl scent all over my pillow, to make me powerless to resist.
In reality, I’m the seducer here. I’m the dirty man who threatened to spank a perfect stranger, and then actually did.
Somehow, I’ve orchestrated this not-quite-a-blow-job that is more than a hand-job, and utterly perfect.
I’ve done this to her, my sweet little Abigail.
And I’m not fucking sorry. She’s a goddess, a sexy star unleashed and now exploring her full potential.
We are going to do everything this week. I will claim her mouth, her cunt, her skin, and her ass.
And then you’ll leave her behind.
I groan and close my eyes for a second, hating that intrusive thought. It has no place in this moment.
Then I wrench my gaze back to her mouth, still licking and circling the head of my cock.
“Suck me,” I say hoarsely. “Just a little. Just what you can take.”
“You’re so big,” she whispers, her eyes wide. “And my mouth is so little.”
My balls churn another pulse of pre-come at the tease.