“I can’t wait for the big reward.” She squirms, pressing her ass up against my aching cock.
I give her exposed pussy a light smack. “Enough of that or Daddy won’t be able to stop from fucking you.”
The minx raises her arms above her head, thrusting her tits against my chest and then grinds down. I bite my tongue in hopes the pain will keep me from spilling into my shorts like some raw boy who’s never had his hands on a woman before.
But hasn’t Willow given me new life? As I sit here on my twenty-thousand-dollar leather sofa that’s being coated with my baby’s arousal, aren’t I being reborn? I haven’t ever touched a woman as precious as Willow before. I haven’t kissed a set of lips as plush as hers. I haven’t tongued a cunt as sweet. No, I’m as virginal as she is.
I want our first time to be perfect.
And I also desperately want her tits in my mouth and hands, so I quickly work to get her shirt unbuttoned. But the shirt is practically Victorian with its million pearl buttons down the front that keep sliding through my fingers, so with a frustrated groan I rip it open. Buttons fly everywhere and I briefly remind myself to give a generous holiday bonus to the cleaning crew.
“Hey, I love this shirt!” Willow protests with a gasp, but I can tell from her blown pupils that she’s also extremely aroused by my act of aggression.
“I’ll buy you another one just like it,” I growl, “but I’ll rip that one off as well if it keeps me from your tits.”
“Well, in that case…” Willow smirks and quickly shrugs out of the tatters of her shirt and I’m confronted by the sight of full, creamy mounds barely covered by sheer white lace. Willow really knows how to push my buttons with her taste in clothes and underwear.
Her nipples are hard beneath the lace, begging for attention, and I gently pinch them, pulling on them delicately. “Oh god!” Willow moans and then shrieks when I plump up one breast in my hand and latch onto that hard nub, eagerly sucking it through the lace.
I take deep drags of her flesh, her whimpers of pleasure driving me on, and when even that thin barrier is too much I pull down the lace until both breasts pop free. I nearly come into my pants. Her nipples are a beautiful delicate pink that have darkened into raspberries from my mouth. I lunge forward as I can’t stay away a moment longer. My mouth clamps back on her nipple and I suck hard, rolling that pouting flesh around in my mouth.
Willow utters sexy, breathy cries and rocks her naked butt against my dick. I know she’s nearly ready to come again from my mouth alone but I’m not done yet. I want her so primed that she won’t feel anything but pure pleasure when I stretch her wide with my cock.
My hand reaches down to her pretty pussy and she bucks into my palm. Her wetness quickly coats my hand as I push first one and then two fingers into that tiny passage. Her body sucks me in eagerly and I moan when I feel her muscles spasm around my fingers. Fuck, she’s tight. I can’t wait to squeeze my dick into her again. Slowly, I saw my fingers back and forth, coaxing even more cream from her juicy cunt. I brush against her clit with my thumb, but I’m careful not to apply too much pressure—the next time she comes I want to be balls deep in my little girl.
“Daddy!” Willow whimpers. “Please, Daddy, please!”
I let go of her nipple with a pop. “What, my darling girl? What do you want from your Daddy?”
“I need your cock,” she gasps. “Please, Daddy, stuff me full of your big, thick cock. I want to come on your cock so bad!”
“Not as much as I want it.” I quickly I push down my pants and shorts in one motion, freeing my tortured, pulsing dick. It’s hugely engorged, the head flushed a dark purplish red, and I know I won’t last long once I get inside my darling girl.
Carefully I grasp Willow by her hips and lift her up, positioning my tip just at her swollen slit and she moans, bucking her hips and trying to impale herself on my cock. But my darling girl needs to learn to listen to her Daddy.
“Stop,” I order, gritting my teeth against the sensation of her cunt pulsing on my tip. “I decide how much you get and when.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I just want you so bad. I need you to make the ache all better,” she whispers, forcing her body still.
“I know, little girl,” I croon. “Daddy will make the ache go away.”