by Vanna King
She’s changed into a night gown. It’s thin, molding her young, luscious body in clear detail. He full breasts are visibly outlined, her nipples hard. And I grow even harder if it’s still possible.
“What are you still doing up?” I ask her, my anger rising along with the pain in my balls. I don’t wanna see her while I’m feeling like this, barely in control.
I’m skirting the edge of madness and I can’t help myself. The fires of hell lick my skin, turning the chains reining in my visceral needs into glowing embers of red, weakening my resolve fast.
“I can’t sleep.” She shows me the beer in her hand.
“You can’t drink that.”
“It will help me sleep.”
I step down, meaning to let her pass but as I close the short distance between us, her scent invades my olfactory sense, going straight to my head.
I can smell what’s happening to her.
Her chest rises and falls with her erratic breathing. I’m a man who’d fucked one too many that I can discern a woman’s minutest body language.
I’m not alone in my misery.
She wants me, too.
That knowledge makes the monster rise viciously to the fore. Stronger than ever. Struggling against the burning chains.
My guard is down. The beast’s chains are snapping. My self-control is unraveling fast.
God, I fucking want her so much I’m dying.
The monster escapes and grabs me by the throat.
I obey it or expire.
“Why can’t you sleep?” I rasp, my throat dry, dying to drink from her sweet nectar.
“I…” She wets her lips. ”I’m thinking about you.”
Decency deserts me. Uncle be damned. I don’t care right now.
I have to taste her. Every cell in my body is clamoring for just a little taste.
“Why are you thinking about me?”
“I…I can’t help it.”
“And you can’t sleep because of that? Are you bothered by something?”
She nods.
“What is it?”
“I ache.”
“Where?”
“All over.”
I take the beer from her hand and set it on a small ledge on the wall.
“Show me where you ache the most, sweetheart.”
She slowly takes my hand and brings it to her stomach. “Here.”
I embrace the monster.
Chapter Four
RYLAND
For the first time, I touch her with carnal intent.
My hand splays possessively over her flat belly, my fingers pressing. Her soft flesh yields and my entire body screams to do more.
“I want to make you feel better,” I breathe hoarsely, our faces just inches apart. She’s looking up at me, her head tilted back gracefully. Her young, full breasts thrust out temptingly. So beautiful. So fucking innocent.
My hand moves over her belly, massaging her where I know she hurts just like I do. I watch her face avidly.
Her breathing escalates, fanning my face.
“Am I making you feel better, baby?”
She shakes her head.
“No?”
“You’re making it worse.”
“How so?” My hand moves lower, pressing closer to her mound. The storm inside me is raging and I want to push her on her back, spread her legs and ram my cock inside her like an animal in a rut, but even if it’s killing me, I still find it in me to take a bit of time. I will hurt her one way or another, but I will not savage her body.
“I ache more now, Ry. I almost can’t stand it.”
“I’ll make you feel better, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel so good.”
“How?”
She presses her body closer to mine. I hiss a breath as our fronts meld, her soft breasts yielding to the hard planes of my chest.
“Please…” she mews.
I back her against the wall. Her hands grip my forearms for support.
I push my hips up, rubbing my erection against her belly.
She gasps, her lips trembling, her eyelashes flicking like delicate butterfly wings.
“Feel that? I ache too, baby. You have no idea how I ache thinking about you.”
Her eyes widen in fear as she feels my hardness, but her hands spread over my chest instead of recoiling.
She’s right to be scared. What I’m sporting between my legs is probably the hardest boner I’ve ever felt for a woman.
“What are we gonna do, Ry?”
Her innocent question should have jolted me back to rationality but the fever in my body has reached a tumultuous level.
This is our inevitable future. I didn’t know it would come this soon. But I’ll take it.
Fuck, she’s mine!
“I’m going to make us feel good, Kitkat.”
I frame her face in my hands. She looks dazed, her eyes luminous as she gazes at me trustingly. A trust I’m going to betray and I don’t care about that too. I only care about making her and myself come. That’s the center of my universe right now.
She smells of fragrant bath soap but her body is emitting the musk of her arousal, driving the beast in me crazed with the need to mate. I want to lick her from head to toe, taste her innocent desire.
My thumb brushes over her soft lips.
“You’re so beautiful, baby, my sweet Rizzy.”
She licks her lips, a habit of hers that I love, but only for my eyes.
“Are you going to kiss me?”
“Yes, and so much more.”
“I’ve never kissed anyone. I wanted it to be you. My first kiss. My first everything.”
I nearly shoot my load in my pajamas.
I kiss her for the first time, fusing our breaths.
God, help me.
I’ve kissed her before, on her cheeks, on her forehead, even her little hands, all platonic kisses. Never like this.
I feel it in my entire being. I’m transformed. A new man.
I vow, all my kisses will start and end on these lips from now on.
Slowly, I let her feel the magic of our first kiss. I want her to remember this. But it’s me who gets engulfed in the magic of it all.
I slant my lips and deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue past her teeth and into the depths of her mouth, tasting her thoroughly.
So fucking sweet.
She’s everything I’ve been fantasizing about and more.
As I ravish her innocent lips, my hands slide down her back. I shape her small waist, molding my hands over her curvy hips. My baby has filled out nicely. I cup her ass, my fingers digging into the soft, rounded flesh and lift her to rub harder against my cock.
I’m about to violate her.
I AM violating her.
My cock envies my tongue as it freely enters her mouth. I want to enter her another way, feel her little pussy wrapped tightly around my thick cock. Her virgin pussy. I’m shaking with the very thought.
She pulls her head back to gulp air into her lungs. Her lips are now swollen and shiny with our combined saliva as she stares at me.
I want those luscious lips on my body.
She’s your best friend’s daughter! My conscience tries to stop the inevitable but gets drowned by her sweet consent.
“Please, make me feel better, Ry. I ache so bad. I can’t bear it.”
It’s my total undoing.
I lift her and lay her down on the stairs. I fall on her, ravenous, a beast that has scented a bitch in heat. Fuck yeah, she’s in heat all right. Her scent surrounds me, driving me crazy. I want to rub myself all over her to get her scent on my skin and my scent on hers. I want to lick every inch of her, mark her so that no other man would dare lay claim to what is mine.
I open her legs, settling my bulk between them. “I’m not supposed to do this,” I tell her even as I push her night dress down her shoulders. Her young, full breasts are finally bared to me. Twin mounds of milky perfection. Her nipples are rosy pink and they look like fresh buds, un
touched by any outside forces yet, perky, crying out to be petted.
“I’m supposed to take care of you.”
My actions belie my words as I touch her breasts with both my hands, cupping them, weighing them. I can’t believe I’m touching her at last.
“You’re so beautiful, Kitkat.” I thumb both her nipples, circling the little pink crowns.
She makes a sweet sound. A siren calling out to me.
Her nipples are delicate and yet hard between my fingers and she shivers as I roll the little buds gently.
I could look at these beauties forever but I gotta have a taste. “So fucking pretty.” I swoop down on one nipple, circling it with my tongue, getting it all wet, then sucking it deep.
She moans, her fingers combing though my hair. I suck her as though I’m a starving man.
“Ry, oh my God…” She’s writhing under me, lifting her chest closer to my face, her hands cradling my head.
I give her other nipple equal attention. I want to devour her. I squeeze her boobs together to get as much of her flesh into my mouth.
My cock leaks pre-cum.
Breathing hard, I push her night dress out of the way, bunching it at her hips. The only thing between me and paradise is a thin scrap of lace. I easily dispense of it.
The sconce lamp on the wall is enough illumination. Her pussy is as wet as her breasts coated with my saliva.
I push her legs wider to get a better view.
She’s shaved her pussy except for a thin tuft at the top of her mound.
Her slit is glistening with her cream. Her innocent desire. For me. I glory in the fact that it’s me who’s awakening her body, initiating it into the realm of sensuality.
“Are you wet, baby?” I ask the obvious. I want to hear her say it.
“Uh-hmm…” she responds in a shy voice but she’s looking down at me, her eyes glassy but alive with anticipation.
I carefully open her pink lips with my thumbs, exposing her engorged clit and her dripping little hole. Fuck, she’s so delicate-looking here. The prettiest little flower. About to be corrupted.
“Yes, you’re so wet. Does it feel good to be wet?”
She shakes her head.
I smile. “No?” I brush my thumb over her clit. She jerks and gasps. “Good?”
She looks confused as though she can’t decide if it feels good or not. I’m loving her reactions. I revel in her innocence, the wonder on her face as her body reacts to my touch. I want to watch her as she discovers the pleasure points of her body, her most erogenous zones. I selfishly want to be the one to show her where they are, teach her how to touch herself.
I want to give her her first orgasm.
I want that honor. I want that pleasure.
Honor. Listen to yourself.
I don’t care. I’m way past that.
My thumb has collected some of her juice and I bring it to my lips, tasting her.
I groan. This is how innocent pussy tastes like. Fresh. Unique. Delicious. The sweetest I’ve ever tasted. The only pussy I’ll ever want from now on.
“You have no idea how I’ve imagined your taste, baby.”
My fingers play with her pussy. I rub her folds, spreading her juices. I circle her clit, flick on it, petting it like I know best. My fingers movements over her wetness make a tantalizing sound of friction.
She’s chasing her breath, making mewing sounds. Beautiful sounds. “Ry…Ry…Ry…” Her eyes are wide, confused. She’s climbing toward her orgasm and she doesn’t know what it is. I’m storing up her precious expressions and reactions into my memory.
My cock is furious, demanding to break free. I want to whip it out and plunge it into this wetness. But not yet. Just a bit more time.
“I want to eat your pussy. Would you like that, baby?”
“Uhmm…”
“I want to lick your clit, suck it, make you come.”
“Please…”
Holding her gaze, my lips descend on her pussy.
Her mouth opens wide in a surprised gasp as I swipe my tongue at her flesh.
“Ry!”
I groan in gratification, her taste making me an instant addict. Fuck, I’ve never had pussy this good!
I lick her slit like a cat lapping cream and she watches me eating her, her breathing hard, her hips jerking. Her delicious cream flows on my tongue and I want more. I flick on her fat clit, giving it a steady rhythm.
I pull out my cock from my pajamas and stroke myself as I eat her.
Fuck, fuck fuck!
I’m close, so fucking close!
I kneel between her legs, my hand around my cock, squeezing the base hard to hold off my ejaculation.
I rest my shaft over her wet folds. I groan at the first contact of our flesh.
She’s so wet, so ready for me. My eyes are riveted at the beautiful sight. My long, thick cock lying against my baby girl’s sweet, virgin pussy.
“Ry…”
I look at her face and see her fear. Her eyes are fixed on my cock, too. My nine-inch thick as her wrist cock. And I know I couldn’t possibly make her come and ram this fucker inside her at the same time, tearing her virgin flesh. It’s impossible to go slow at this point.
So I take the next best thing.
I rub my length against her slit, sawing in between her wet folds.
“Look how hard I am for you, baby. See how big I am for you? It’s all yours, my Kitkat. All yours.”
I tap her with my cock head, circling her clit with it. Again and again.
“I want you to come for me, baby. Come for me.”
Her head lolls back weakly as she sobs, her stomach clenching.
I know she’s near and so am I. Fuck, so fucking good! My fucking toes are curling at the sharp, almost painful pleasure gripping my balls.
“Ry…please…please…! oh God…I can’t…Ry!”
My hand presses on her lower belly as I rub her clit harder. Faster.
“Come for me. Come on, baby!”
My orgasm rises out of me.
“Fuck, baby…Rizzy! Fffff—ahhh!”
My cum starts to shoot just as she shudders, reaching her own peak, crying out incoherently. Her clit throbs against my cock head and I empty my balls all over her sweet pussy.
I capture her lips as my seed continues to squirt all over her belly to the last drop.
RIZZY
He gently lays me on the bed. I’m too weak to move. My entire body still hums from the most incredible pleasure I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I smile and loop my arms around Ry’s neck. “Don’t leave me.”
“I’m just going to clean you up,” he says softly.
I reluctantly let him go.
“Don’t move,” he says and turns away. I watch him with heavy-lidded eyes as he exits my bedroom. His back has a sheen of sweat from our recent activity on the stairs.
I feel so lethargic and I close my eyes, drifting off.
So this is how good orgasm is. It’s as though all the tension has left my body and I’m as light as a feather. My nerve-endings from head to toe are tingling with this incredibly soothing sensations. Even my scalp is tingling.
I can’t see him but the bathroom in the hallway makes a sound. Running water in the sink.
I touch my belly and encounter his wet semen. My cheeks go warm. What happened between us was just a fantasy before, but it happened for real. I can’t stop thinking about it.
I saw him under the dim light, kneeling between my legs, his hand gripping his cock, rubbing it against my… I could almost feel him again, moving against the folds of my sex…so good…and I’m climbing to that place…
He enters the room again. I look at him with cheeks burning.
He approaches the bed with a little towel in his hand. I pull myself up on my elbows.
“Lie down,” he says as he sits on the bed.
I catch the terseness in his tone.
He looks so serious as he raises the hem of my night dress and
wipes my belly with the wet towel. His movements are perfunctory. He wipes between my legs too, cleaning off the traces of himself from my body. Whereas minutes ago he was touching me there with naked desire in his eyes, now his touch is almost clinical.
There’s a sharpness to his breath, but it’s not pleasure.
I can feel the tension in him. He’s angry.
“Ry…”
He pulls my nightgown to cover my lower body again.
“Get some sleep.”
He stands up from the bed. I act on instinct. I’m not ready to be parted from him yet. I grab his hand.
He looks at me, but it’s impossible to read his eyes now. It’s as though he’s shut me out.
“Are you mad at me?”
“I’m not. Of course not.”
His eyes are cold now. I’m desperate to bring the fire back in his eyes. I hate this wall he’s building between us.
“Are you mad at yourself? Because if you’re feeling guilty, please don’t. I wanted it, too, Ry. I wanted it so much.“
He sighs deeply and kisses my forehead. “I have an early day tomorrow. You have work, too. Get some sleep.”
Now he’s back to kissing me on my forehead after ravishing my lips like there was no tomorrow a while back. Feeling disheartened by his sudden indifference, I let his hand go.
“Okay, goodnight.”
He leaves the room without a word.
I lay back on the bed, depleted. It’s strange how you experience the most incredible pleasure one moment and you’re feeling rejected by your lover the next. It feels anti-climactic, no pun.
Lover? Were they lovers now?
He didn’t really enter my body. He didn’t take my virginity when it was all for his taking. I gave myself to him completely, but he didn’t take me all the way. He just gave me pleasure and took his. I saw him come all over me and it was the most beautiful thing to behold, his handsome face etched in sharp angles as he strained his muscles and uttered my name at his peak. It was his face I last saw as my body was seized by an incredible release of energy and I was swept away to the skies amid exploding stars.
I want more. So much more. He just gave me the appetizer. I want the full course. But he just left me. I was looking forward to sleeping in his arms.
What happened? Did I do something wrong?
