Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Color creeps across her cheeks like rising heat. She doesn't object. Just sits there, letting me work, her gaze locked on my mouth. Virgin. That word doesn't even cover it. She's untouched and overthinking it like a final exam. Which, honestly, tracks.
Her skin is cool, soft, and unexpectedly strong beneath my hands. I kneel, bracing myself on either side of her. She isn't built like the women who crowd dive bars for flannel and testosterone in Wildfire looking for a tourist distraction. She’s authentic. Soft and full of youth an old fuck like me doesn’t deserve.
"God," I murmur, eyes dragging down her body. "You're something else."
Her flush deepens. Lips part. "Something else?"
"You’re not just beautiful, you’re young. My youth ran away a long time ago." I run a finger along the line of her thigh.
“I like you just like this.” She reaches up to play with the hair at my temples. “I’ve never been attracted to boys. I guess having daddy issues is a real thing, but because I don’t see age, I just see someone that makes my belly roll and I want to crawl inside you and live sometimes. I know that sounds pathetic and needy, but it’s true. You feel like home.” She grins on a shrug. “A home that has crooked gutters and needs a fresh coat of paint, but still…home.”
“Why does that make my dick even harder?” I shake my head. “You just basically told me I’m half broken down and you still want me. I’m never going to stop fucking you, you know that right? I can’t imagine a day without my dick inside you.”
“Well, wild Daddy, show me what you’re made of.”
I chuckle. “I’m going to fill you with what I’m made of baby.” I step forward, my cock right at mouth level with her sitting on the bench, toes turned inward like a cherub waiting. “First, let’s put that mouth to work for a bit. Get your head straight. Daddy’s cock is always your safe place. Remember that.”
She looks up, eyes questioning.
"You want to know what to do with it?"
She shakes her head.
"Here." I guide the tip to her plump little lips. “Like when I fed you remember? You just let me take care of you, but you’re also taking care of me.”
She swallows hard as I guide her hand to the base. Her touch almost making me blow my load right there.
"It’s… throbbing."
"For you. Now open up."
She does, hesitant but brave. Her mouth wraps around the head, and I groan low. She’s unpracticed. Wet. Warm. Fantastic.
"Good," I murmur. "Just like that. Let your tongue explore."
She follows directions like she's cramming for finals. Careful flicks. Slow circles. She sucks experimentally and I nearly lose my mind.
"More pressure. A little twist. Yeah, just like that."
She adjusts, brows furrowing in focus. It's the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Her mouth around me, her brain catching up to her body, her whole self in the moment. Tits bouncing, toes curled with the effort.
"Jesus. You’re… terrifyingly good at this."
Her lips slide down a little farther. I groan. Guide her by the hair, but not hard. Just enough to say I’m here.
"Gonna stop now. Not 'cause it isn't perfect, but because I need you on my face."
Her head jerks up. "What?"
I take her hand, grab some of the blankets from the shelf and kick them open on the floor, then lay down. "Come here with that sweet pussy." I pat my chest. "Knees on either side. Right now."
She hesitates. "Like… sit on you?"
"Exactly like that. You trust me, right?"
She nods, breath catching. Lowering herself into position, thighs bracketing my face, hesitant until she feels my hands on her hips.
"There you go," I murmur. "Just relax. I’ll take care of the rest."
Her weight settles slowly. The scent of her hits me first—warm, sweet, wild. Then the taste. I groan, low and rough, hands tightening just enough to hold her steady. She gasps as my tongue strokes through her, tentative at first. Then deeper.
The thick wool blanket beneath me shifts as she rocks forward, catching under my elbow and nearly taking my balance. I grunt, adjusting, my spine pressing into the hardwood. Not exactly ideal ergonomics. But the view? Flawless.
Her hands dig into my hair. Her hips shift. She moans, high and breathless.
"You're… really good at this," she says between pants.
I grin into her. "Old dog, old tricks. Out of practice though. Thankful for that. Feels brand new with you baby."
"Like how old?" She asks. “I never asked how old you were?”
"Old enough to know exactly what makes you shake like that. Now shut up and come on Daddy’s face."
She whimpers. Her thighs begin to tremble. She rocks forward without thinking, riding each flick of my tongue.
She stiffens above me, her thighs trembling on either side of my face. Then she shatters. A strangled moan rips out of her throat, and I feel the first sudden gush hit my tongue. Her hips kick it up a notch, little girl’s getting into it and I’m in pussy heaven.