Sixteen
Tai
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight than the sight of Daisy Lewis on her knees, staring up at me intently with those big, wicked eyes of hers, my large cock firmly placed in her tiny hand.
Any doubts I had about this have been completely eradicated by the time she opens her pert little mouth and slides the tip inside.
What are doubts? What is life?
My eyes pinch shut and I moan, unable to keep my cool. I desperately want to grab the back of her head and start fucking her mouth, just go to town on her, but I’m still a gentleman at heart, and I know I need to save that savagery for later.
For now, though, I tug at her ponytail, indicating I want more.
She gives me more. Pulls down my swim togs, grabs onto my bare ass, digging her nails in. Works my cock with her tongue until I can’t remember my name, sliding me in and out of her wet mouth, her grip perfect and tight. She razes the pulsing underside with her teeth, eliciting another breathless groan from deep inside my chest, then sucks off the tip.
I will not last long if she keeps this up.
“Stop,” I manage to say, my voice croaking. I sound like I’m dying, feels like I am. My body is fighting against me, wanting her to continue, to shoot my load straight to the back of her throat.
But I’m all about patience at heart. I’ve waited this long for her, after all.
Daisy, meanwhile, doesn’t listen.
I glance down at her and she’s staring up at me with a wicked glint in her eyes, daring me to come.
“Don’t make me,” I tell her hoarsely, using her ponytail as leverage and yanking her head back, a trail of spit from the tip of my cock to her mouth.
Fucking hell.
I must be crazy to stop this, but I do have other plans.
“You want me to stop?” she says sweetly, though there’s a hint of trepidation in her eyes, like she thinks I’m rejecting her. Can’t say I blame her for thinking that way.
“What did you ask me earlier? If I’d fuck you?”
She purses her lips. “I believe I told you to fuck me.”
“You know I have a hard time taking orders.”
“Even from your first mate?”
First mate. The idea of her as a first mate lights up something inside me.
It also makes me harder.
“First mate bows to the captain,” I tell her, widening my stance, folding my arms. I’m very aware of what I must look like to her, standing in front of her like this, naked with my cock jutting out, her on her knees in front of me.
“Hard to bow when I’m on my knees.”
“It means, the first mate does what I say. Under all circumstances. Take off your top. Show me those gorgeous tits of yours.”
A visceral thrill runs up my spine as I watch her dutifully comply, peeling that wet tank top off like I’m living in a fucking porno.
My god, she’s a dream come true. She’s incredible.
Every inch of her, inside and out.
“This good enough?” she asks coyly.
I realize I’m living out any man’s desert island fantasy.
New name for this place: Fantasy Island.
I clear my throat. “Get on all fours. Turn around.”
Her brows raise, followed by one of her naughty smiles.
“Aye-aye Captain,” she says, obviously relishing this role playing. Or perhaps it’s not playing at all.
She falls forward, her tits swinging, then turns around until her ass is facing me.
I take a moment to admire the view, running my hand up and down my cock, thinking how easy it would be to just come right here, all across her back.
But I don’t want easy right now.
I go to my knees, putting my hands at her hips. She flinches a little at my touch, anticipating my next move.
My fingers slide beneath the edges of her underwear and pull them down, down, down over her ample thighs and calves. Her skin is so creamy and pale, she nearly matches the sand. But there’s a luminosity about her skin, it glows, like the warmth inside her radiates outward.
You’re a fucking lucky bastard.
About to get luckier, too.
I lower my head and place a quick bite on one ass cheek.
She yelps.
I grin.
I then spread her cheeks and go to town on her, my tongue licking, searching, everywhere.
Perhaps a bit forward but I have no qualms doing this with Daisy. I know her enough, and I can make some pretty good guesses as to what she likes.
And she likes this.
She pushes herself back against my mouth, moaning loudly.
“Fuck, Tai,” she cries out.
I mumble against her, making sure she’s close to coming, then pull back.
Before she has a chance to catch her breath, I grip her hip with one hand and position my cock at the other, teasing her wetness.