by Celia Crown
“Oh!” I gasp when I look down, “It’s so big.”
With a body as big as his, I shouldn’t be surprised at how thick his cock is. Angry red tip leaking cum down a massive shaft that pulses with a throbbing vein, leading down to tight and full balls.
I lick my lips, grazing my nail over the shaft and travel up to the thick head with my fingers tapping at the tip. Sticky cum pulls with my finger as I rub the leaking tip with my thumb while I try to wrap my small hand around the girth.
Not possible, he’s too big.
I have this strong desire to wrap my lips around him and take him down my throat.
I lean down between his muscled thighs; his fist has my hair tightly in its grasp as my tongue peeks out with a lick to gather the drop of cum.
“Darling,” he snarls, and I open my mouth.
Chapter Four
Jackson
Lolita strokes from the base to the tip gently, I tighten my grip in her luscious hair as her pink tongue flickers out for a taste. My own heart is racing with that innocent act, not quite believing what I’m seeing.
My pure darling is on her knees, sucking on the leaking head with her small mouth and twisting her hands around my thick length. Her mouth is too small that she can’t take all of me in, that’s why her hands are working in sync to greedily suck the cum from my balls.
She tries her best for me, and I love her efforts as she twirls her hot tongue on the underside of my cock. Lolita slurps and moans with desperation, opening her throat for me to sink another inch inside that hot cavern.
When she pulls back for air, her hands coat her saliva and smears it messily all over my cock as she’s following what she thinks I like. I find great pleasure from anything she does as I let her stroke my cock mindlessly, my stomach clenches at the heightened pleasure as she wraps her lips around the head again.
My breath gradually comes shorter and harder to contain, blood thumps in my ears as a deep groan escapes my heaving chest.
Lolita’s hands are softer than silk on my cock, feeling my size and worshipping me with fondling caresses. My darling is a tiny girl, it’s almost obscene at how much she struggles to take me down her tight throat. She flashes her big eyes at me, so beautifully innocent and adorable with her pink lips straining to keep me in as her moving tongue scrape the vein on my shaft.
“You can take more of me, can’t you?” I urge her head down and she moans happily, she can’t nod but she does answer back the best she can.
I’m proud of her for being able to conquer half of my length even if this is her first time sucking on a cock.
“My precious darling,” I purr as she swallows more of me.
I rub her scalp, brushing away the sweaty strands to see her better. Tears clinging onto her thick lashes as they flutter with difficulty, I soothe her nerves and slow her down with my nails scratching the back of her head.
“Take your time, don’t force yourself.” I smile down on her, she takes her mouth off my cock with a string of saliva and my escaped cum breaking apart. She licks her lips as her small hands don’t stop, it’s as if they have their own mind to bring me the greatest pleasure.
“I can’t take all of it, I’m sorry.” Lolita pouts to herself, “I want to make you feel good too.”
“You do,” I tell her, hips bucking as the tightening in my stomach gets more strung up.
“You’re going to make me cum, Lolita. Fuck—” cum dribbles over and her moving hands stop for a brief moment to allow my cock to be fed through her soft mouth again.
This time her throat expands and swallows more than I expected and my hips lurch forward, bringing out a choked whine from her. My back strains with intensity as I fist her hair again, pushing her down further than her limits allow. I’m a bad man with greedy intentions of having this young girl be covered in my cum.
“Darling, I’m coming—” I try to warn her, “Come up to me, Lolita.”
She either didn’t hear or doesn’t want to, she bobs her head up and down in rapid sucks that throws stars behind my eyes as I struggle to keep watch on Lolita. I need to hold back my strength or I’ll hurt her, but I’m also losing more control than I want to admit because she tests the boundaries of the innate animal in me.
My cock thickens, and I spur loads of creamy white down her throat, her muscles constrict in shock at my warm cum flowing viscously as she gulps down every drop. The tightening of her throat causes another blast of cum running down her mouth.
I tip my head back, catching my breath as Lolita slurps the cum sticking to my shaft when she pulls back, she cleans the head with her wicked little tongue while my cock refuses to admit defeat. It stands tall and angrily hard, pulsing for more.
She glances down at my cock again and her lips turn down in an upset pout, I wrap my hand around her neck and kiss away the doubt in her mind.
“Was I bad?” she whispers softly, hazel eyes are still clouding with glossiness.
“Not at all, darling. You were great, are you sure it’s your first time?”
Of course it’s her first time, I think to myself.
Lolita’s inexperience makes it up with her enthusiasm and I can’t say I hate it, it’s better than what my hands could ever do. If I had a say, I would have made her swallow my entire cock, but Lolita is important to me. I will never do anything to hurt her, she’ll have to learn to suck my cock, and by her performance, she’s a natural.
Darkness simmers in my stomach, no one will ever see this side of her and no one will have the opportunity to touch her supple body. It’s all mine, she’s not going to slip from my grasp like those cringy romance movies about second chances.
No, I’m careful. She won’t ever leave me.
“On your knees, darling.”
She obeys instantly, turning around with her ass bouncing in natural sways as she plops down on her arms.
God, it’s such a provoking sight. Tempting the beast in me to rut her pulsing pussy, fill her with my fertile cum and make sure she’s pregnant by the time I’m done.
I fist my cock, squeezing the base to force the bubbling cum back down into my balls. I stare at her pink cunt, glistening with her cum and my saliva as I can still taste her juices on my tongue and her scent fresh on my lips.
Not fresh enough, I growl in my head.
She’s dripping in anticipation by the time my hand comes down on her ass to hold her while I smooch my face between her thighs, drinking up her cunt as she writhes with a squeal. I suck the little clit, toying it with so much fervor that her body shakes.
“Jack.” Lolita mewls gently in her arms.
I smirk and clean my lips with my tongue before settling on my knees. She’s barely holding on as I keep her in suspense, Lolita’s back is gorgeous. The dip of her spine, the roundness of her ass, and the tantalizingly soft skin that’s completely unmarked.
Many would assume that a tattoo artist, one that’s as talented as Lolita, would be covered in beautiful art. Lolita has a low pain tolerance, I’ve learned that fact when one of my coffee creations got knocked over on her lap. She had been such a brave little girl and pushed down the need to cry because her tears were brimming over the edge.
I made sure to be the one to feed her any new drinks that are supposed to serve hot.
As I marvel her unblemished skin, she’s pushing back and rubbing her ass on my cock. With the right angle, her pink pussy is opening to let me rut between her wet folds and trap her clit in relentless pleasure.
“Jack, please.” she whines, “Don’t tease.”
I still her hips, receiving a hoarse protest from her. “Are you ready for this? For me, darling? I’m a very intense lover, Lolita.”
Her head gives a small nod between her arms, “Ready, I want you. Always wanted you.”
I purr, my heart swells with pride. “Really?”
“Yeah,” she slurs back, “I like you, but I’ve never done this before.”
Lolita tapers off as her shoulders shrink into he
r body in an act of embarrassment and self-consciousness. I know all about her little body languages, she can’t hide anything from me.
Sex or relationship, Lolita is inexperienced in both aspects. I secure my cock in my palm and teases her clit with the tip, she tries to bite back a moan that already escaped.
“I’m honored, darling. I adore you, all my creations are for you. I think of you when I make them, that’s why they are all too sweet for regular people. I see you as the sweetest to me.” I confess with the tip of my length kissing intimately at the small hole.
“I love you,” I say, sheathing my long girth inside with one thrust.
Her body seizes up, from the sudden intrusion and my confession. She stammers incoherent words and shakes with shivers as I keep her luscious ass flush on my hips.
Wet, hot, and tight. Her deflowered cunt pulses in confusion as to what to do with me, I’m so deep in her that the tip of my cock nudges her cervix. I roll my hips and it’s pushing harshly on her boundaries; my eyes take in her hands grasping the sheets to ground her.
“I-I love you,” she sobs back to me.
Yes, that’s what I like to hear. I lick my lips and tests a few shallow thrusts. I already loosen her up, feeling her walls coiling and throbbing around my girth to suck me deeper.
I slide one hand to the side of her waist and she clenches up.
Responsive, I leer to myself.
I pull back, a shine of dewiness drips down my shaft and my cock jerks at the sight. Her small hole stretches to accommodate my massive size as I bring her ass back to my hips again. I spread her ass wide and ogles down at our joining; pink slits quivering as my cock force them to be open while a ring of her cum cakes thickly at the base of my shaft.
“I can’t!” she hiccups, sobbing with her shoulders shaking. “It’s too much!”
Each of my heartbeat echoes after the pulses of her tight cunt.
“You can do better than this,” I hiss, digging my fingers into her ass. “My darling isn’t a quitter, is she?”
She makes a noise too low for me to know what it means, “Am not, but you’re too big. I feel weird!”
“How do you feel?” I ask, leisurely rocking my hips.
She answers quickly in a sentence that is jumbled with all her thoughts, “It kind of hurts, but I like it. You’re so big, and I feel too tight. I want more, please give me more. I want to feel all of you.”
I grit my teeth and my chest expands for air, “That’s my girl.”
To make my next point more memorable, I give a brutal thrust that her pussy has no choice but to echo back a loud squish.
“Do not lie to me again, Lolita.”
She nods frantically, “I’m sorry, no more lying.”
Satisfied, I set a fast pace. “Good girl.”
I can’t see her face, but her mouth is singing to me when I hammer into her, battering that engorged sweet spot that has her voice breaking up a wave of moans. Our pleasure blurring into one burning high that’ll make us crash with shuddering aftermaths.
Her voice breaks off into desperate gasps as my pummeling cock taps at her cervix, coaxing it to open for my cum to pour in as I become erratic and needy. I jam a hand down on her neck, pinning her to the bed as I use that leverage to raise and snap my hips violently.
Chasing my pleasure eats at my mind as her pussy spasms in a surprised orgasm, she didn’t even know because her body is jerking and writhing with her voicing out her startled scream.
“J-Jack,” she calls with a stunned silence that follows, “It’s happening again.”
Her whines are music to my ears, she sobs more as I hammer long and savage thrusts that scrape harshly on her walls.
She’s so sensitive that she’s going to come again, so quick when she just came. I urge that to happen though, I help her along with a neatly angled thrust that stops her breathing for a moment.
I drop my weight down on her back, elbow beside her head as I move my hand from the back of her neck to her jaw. I yank her up and kiss aggressively on her cheek.
“Breathe, darling.”
She listens and shakily breathes as my thrusts continue to disrupt any smooth inhales. My Lolita is completely wrecked with teary eyes, swollen lips, and debauched expression. All from my handiwork, I enclose a hand around her throat.
The hand around her jaw is also the same elbow that I use to support my weight as my other arm goes between her soft body and the bed, I scratch her clit and she bucks wildly.
“Oh! I think—” she snuffles, choking on cries. “I’m going to—ah! Jack.”
I want to come with her, to heighten the chance of my seed taking in her womb. I roll her sodden clit, wetting my fingers for pinches that wouldn’t hurt but they would force her to come faster. Her trembling walls squelches lewdly, coming undone on my cock as I keep up with the strokes of her clit.
She’s wailing, thrashing under me while I come too.
I twitch, roaring from the bottom of my stomach as a wave of euphoria knocks me off my equilibrium. My cock spurts thick fertile cream inside her, pooling viscously on her spasming walls as it drools into her cervix with her hips still in the air, being supported by me.
An idea comes to mind.
I haven’t made Tarte à la Crème in a while.
A wicked grin appears on my face.
Chapter Five
Lolita
I love Jackson’s hands.
They’re big with long fingers, resilient bones and callousness from working with desserts.
I study his hands with interest, bending and turning his fingers as I sit between his legs. His arms are around my waist as his lips mouthing kisses on my neck after I have thrown on a shirt and shorts from the small drawer.
Jackson may be comfortable with his marble sculpted body, but I’m not that open to have my breasts hanging free. I had to force him into his briefs because it’s very distracting to my creativity when there’s a very big cock nestled at my butt, at least he’s covered.
Not that it’s doing much, but I could somewhat concentrate.
Morning light shining through the blinds, creating a layer of light and darkness on the drawing notebook that I have.
I flip the pencil over and erases a portion of the design that I’m having trouble blending in with the other parts. I purse my lips and furrow my brows in concentration, detailing his hands with my eyes before biting on the pencil.
His fingers take the pencil from my teeth and tug my waist closer to him, “What did I tell you about biting things?”
I laugh sheepishly as I turn to face him, “Sorry, I forgot.”
Ever since he found out that I subconsciously chew on things, he’s been keeping an eye out on me whenever I draw. I get lost in my own world when I sketch, imagination doesn’t give much room for anything else in my mind.
“Are you hungry?” he asks, rubbing my tummy in emphasis.
I think for a minute before nodding, I think I am. Not sure when I’m in the middle; there’s no bloating of fullness or uncomfortable hunger. Chewing on things could be a sign of hunger, but I’m not one hundred percent sure about that.
“Get dressed, darling. I’ll make us something at the café.” the hand that I’m sketching pats my thigh and I crawl off his lap.
I rummage through the drawers to get a yellow sundress, I like wearing dresses, but they get in the way of tattooing with a customer when I work, I just wear pants and a t-shirt that I won’t miss if mishaps were to happen to it.
I need to work today, but I want to look dolled-up for Jackson. I feel like I could do anything when he compliments on my dresses, he’s always telling me how pure I am and he must do everything to preserve my beauty of innocence.
I’m not sure what he actually means by that.
“What are you waiting for, darling?” his voice is right beside my ear, sending shivers down my arms as he holds my elbows.
I cock my head at him and we make eye contact when he looks down on me.
> “I can’t change if you’re looking,” I utter, licking my lips nervously.
Jackson purrs, deep and velvety. “I have seen all of you, Lolita. There’s no need to be shy, you are gorgeous.”
“But—” I protest, but he kneads a warning on my skin.
He scolds, “Don’t make me wait.”
I throw off the shirt and wiggle off the pair of shorts with his hands finding their place on my waist as I straighten back up. Not once did I look back because my face is too hot and I have no confidence to look at him.
I hear him growl my name, nipping at the tip of my ear as I stand there half naked with my black set of underwear covering my decency.
A thought occurs to me when my eyes find a design on the desk where my other works are and I gasp loudly, I frantically look around the walls for the clock. Jackson holds me still and twirls me around to hush my frenzied words.
“Darling, calm down. What’s going on?”
I stammer and utter out just enough words, “Client—eight o’clock! Have to get ready!”
My hands are quick to drop the yellow sundress to flail around for a pair of long jeans and a shirt, I keep apologizing to him for not being able to eat breakfast with him because a customer has an appointment at eight, which I completely forgot because how could I think of anything else other than Jackson and our night together.
“It’s alright, Lolita. I’ll come get you later? I’m making a lemon key lime pie for our date.” he cups my cheek and gives me a kiss after I got dressed in appropriate attire.
I blush, he just called our nightly meeting dates. Then I remembered lemon and I shoot him an offended huff. He’s making fun of me and my lemon incident, he remembers that occurrence very clearly as I have told him every single detail. He doesn’t let me forget it with the occasional lemon desserts, I forgive him with a mouth full of sweetness.
I could never stay angry at him. Jackson is a man that everyone talks about; a gentle soul inside a brute body, a sweetheart behind those scarily dark eyes, and a protective devil that’s only sweet on the tiny girl at the tattoo parlor.
