He grits his teeth and his eyes roll back in his head for a moment, but then he snaps out of it. He grips my wrists and pushes my hands away gently. He turns all the way around on the seat so now he’s sitting backward on the bike facing me.
“Justine, I want you too, more than anything. But we can’t. It’s not right. I'm old enough to be your…” He doesn't finish the sentence.
I want to tell him “Exactly.” I want to tell him “That's what I want.” But instead, out loud I say, “I don't care.”
His expression is like stone, but in the depths of his eyes there’s a war going on inside him.
He lets go of my wrists and wraps his big arms around me. He draws me close and our mouths come together. It’s hot and soft and painful and electric. His tongue slips between my lips and finds mine. I touch the rough stubble on his jaw. He clutches a fistful of my hair. After a minute we both come up gasping like we have been underwater.
I can’t stand it anymore. I slide off the bike, leaving the seat wet with my juice, and I stand up. Nick swings his big leg over and stands with me. He towers over me, and the look in his eyes is so intense and ravenous, like he’s going to devour me.
“Nick, if you keep giving me that look, I’m totally not responsible for what happens to your cock.”
An eighteen wheeler rushes by on the highway below with a gust of wind. Nick leans down to kiss me again and I raise myself up on my tip-toes to meet his kiss. His lower lip brushes against mine, and tingles dance up and down my whole body.
Somehow my naughty fingers find their way to his belt. It comes unbuckled. I unfasten his pants, unzip his fly, and his massive erection springs out, hard and long and oh so appetizing. I admire the graceful curve of it in the moonlight. I stroke it. His skin is so tight it feels like it will break. But I know it won’t. He’s hard in all the places I’m soft, and I know we’d be just perfect together.
“Oh fuck Justine, nobody makes me hard like this,” he says, leaning heavily against his bike. “Only you. But…”
I see the look in his eyes. It’s a look of forbidden desire. He still thinks I’m off limits. I’m going to convince him to step over the line.
I go down on my knees for him. The asphalt is hard against my bare knees, and it hurts a little, but in a good way. I slowly run my hands up the hard muscles of his thighs as I take one more good look at that gorgeous cock of his. I’ve never seen anything so delicious looking in all my life. I can’t resist any longer.
My tongue licks him from his root to his head. It traces the narrow ridge that runs along the underside of his shaft. I taste him as he groans in pleasure above me, his hands smoothing my hair, trying his best to be gentle.
“I’m so hungry for you, Nick,” I cry softly, “I just want to swallow you.”
I circle the head of his cock a few times with the tip of my tongue, and a little glistening pearl of pre-cum emerges at the tip. I lick it away, salty and warm. Then I wrap my lips around the head of his sweet cock and start to suck.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I like.” Nick groans. “That is so hot. Suck it harder.”
I go deeper and deeper, taking more of him with each bob of my head. It feels so fucking good to have his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. He’s so thick. His girth fills my mouth completely, but still I want more. I want to have his whole cock inside my face. I don't stop until his head is massaging my throat. I take it all in, all the way down to his base. His root. The smell of him envelopes me—his man smell—and I can feel the tick of his heartbeat against my tongue. He’s really getting close.
“Oh god, Justine,” he says through clenched teeth. “What if somebody comes?“
I draw myself off of him with a slow, wet slurp, and grin.
“Um, that's kind of the idea,” I say, wiping a dribble of saliva from my chin with the back of my hand.
“You know what I mean,” he chuckles. “What if someone catches us?”
“But we can't stop now,” I tell him, as I brush my lower lip against his tip.
“No,” he says, “but I don’t want anyone to see.”
“Are you afraid of what people would think, Nick?”
He pulls me up to my feet.
“Fuck no,” he growls. “I’m just not going to let anyone see you that way. If you’re going to be mine, you’re going to be mine alone. There’s no way I’m going to share you with anyone—not even a little peek. I’m claiming you for my own, little one.”
A sensation of warmth cascades over me, and I think I might just melt in his arms. I feel like someone just sprinkled me with magic fucking pixie dust.
We kiss again deeply as he tucks his package back into his pants. He picks up his helmet from the roadside as I brush away some tiny bits of gravel that have stuck to my knees.
“We're going back to my place, where we can have some privacy.“
I squeal a little, imagining all the things he has in store for me.
“OK, but drive fast, please,” I beg him. “I can't wait much longer.”
He climbs onto the motorcycle and kickstarts the engine as I hop on behind him. He revs it once, letting the engine snarl like a jungle cat, and we peel out into the night once more.
I still have the taste of his cock in my mouth, and I roll it on my tongue, savoring the flavor of my man. Between my legs I’m wet and throbbing with anticipation. Nick guns it, and the vibrations hit me again. I cum two more times on the ride home.
6. NICK
I pull into the driveway and skid to a halt. Before she even has a chance to dismount, I’ve got Justine around her waist, carrying her with one arm as I march to the front door. She hugs herself close to me and pulls my helmet off and sucks the tense muscles of my neck so hard that I know I’m going to have a big-ass hickey tomorrow.
Like an idiot, I fumble with the keys and curse. For a second I’m on the verge of just kicking the damn door in, but then the key slides home into the keyhole.
We burst through the door frantic with desire. I boot the door shut behind me, and shove Justine up against the wall, my hand on my bare throat. I can feel her rapid pulse beneath my fingers.
“Now I’ve got you where I want you, little one.”
She smiles at me, running her small hands over my heaving chest.
“Nick, you turn me on so much it’s not even fair.”
Our kisses are hot and furious. We lick. We bite. She rubs her crotch against the hard muscles of my thigh. She’s so fucking wet that she leaves a smear of slick moisture on me, even through her panties.
“I love how fucking wet you are for me,” I growl in her ear. She shivers a little as my breath tickles her.
“Nobody else makes me feel this way, Nick.” She’s breathing so heavily that she struggles to get the words out. “I’m so fucking wet it doesn’t seem real.”
I didn’t think I could be hornier than I already was, but the smell of her sends me over the edge. There is the soft, sweet, floral aroma of her shampoo and perfume, but below that is the real raw scent of her. Some small part of me still knows this is wrong, but there’s no stopping it now. We’re both hungry for each other.
But her fingers can't keep up with her hunger for me. The lights are off and she’s fumbling with the buttons of my shirt, so I just rip the damn thing open. The buttons skitter across the hardwood floor in the darkness. She lifts her arms for me like a good girl, and I pull her top off over her head in one quick sweeping motion.
She isn't wearing anything underneath.
Our bodies crush together and I feel the shape of her in the dark. The softness of her young body conforms to mine. My hands are sliding all over every contour of her body. My fingers flow down the curve of her spine. My palms cup and squeeze her tight little ass. And my mouth has a life of its own. It never stops kissing and nibbling, over her chin, her neck, her erect nipples. She lets me devour her alive.
“How the fuck are you so delicious?” I ask her as I move down to my knees, but she’s too wet and
bothered to answer me.
She braces herself against the wall with her hands as I kiss down her stomach, tasting her bare skin. I stop to tug playfully at her sexy little belly button ring with my lips before traveling lower and lower. She’s moaning my name over and over, and I haven’t even licked her yet. Not there.
I pull down her skirt and it falls to the floor. Her drenched panties are next. Finally my mouth is between her legs, soft and wet, and she shivers and moans even louder. The short stubble on my cheeks scuffs her soft inner thighs.
I run my tongue between her pussy lips, and the taste of her makes me lose my mind. I lick her again, longer and deeper, all the way up to the tight little nub of her clit and back down.
“Fuck baby, you’re as sweet as a peach.”
“Oh god, Nick!” she squeals. “You make me feel so good! Just eat me up please!”
She melts for me like strawberry ice cream on a hot summer day. It runs down the insides of her legs and I lap it up, not missing a drop.
With one thumb, I pull back her little hood of flesh. I suck and nibble at her clit. I roll my tongue over it, working it with thick, rhythmic undulations. God the noises that she’s making are getting me so fucking horny.
“Do you like when I eat your sweet little clit baby?”
“Mm-hm” she whines.
“What about that tight little ass?”
I grab her hips and spin her around so she’s facing the wall. That sweet round tush of hers is right in front of my face.
“God your ass is so fucking beautiful baby doll.”
I spread her cheeks apart and bury my face in her crack as she cries out in pleasure. While I’m licking in tight circles around her little hole, my fingers are in her pussy, rubbing against the front wall of her, where I know her most sensitive spot is.
Her legs are shaking uncontrollably as I finger her and eat her ass and pussy, and my cock is so hard it feels like it might just rip through the fabric of my pants and shoot off like a damn rocket.
“Nick,” Justine breathes, her voice quivering and weak, “I need your hot cock inside me right now or I think I'm going to die.”
I don't miss a beat. I throw her over my shoulder like a fucking caveman and race up the stairs, taking the steps three at a time. I carry her down the hall, my fingertips stroking her wet slit as we go.
Then we are in the bedroom, the moon pouring in through the window in pale shafts of light. I toss her onto the bed like a doll, and she bounces on the firm mattress, giggling. Her legs fall apart. She’s wide open for me.
My pants are off, and I kick them across the room. I climb onto the bed with her and rock my pelvis against her, letting my shaft glide over the outside of her moist open cleft. She whimpers a little. It’s such a sweet, delicate sound.
“Nick,” she whispers, touching my face, “please be gentle with me. It's my first time.”
7. JUSTINE
I don’t know how Nick will react, but I need him to know. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never even had a guy’s finger in me before. Or his tongue between my legs. I’m breaking all kinds of new ground tonight. And the night is still young.
Nick smiles and kisses me so tenderly on my open mouth and brushes my cheek with his thumb.
“You’ve been a good little girl, saving your perfect virgin pussy for me.”
“Yes. But now that you’ve got me alone, I’m ready to finally be very very bad.”
I look down at his enormous erect cock and wonder how on earth I will be able to take it all, but I need to have it inside me, no matter what. I reach down and touch it. It feels like polished wood wrapped in soft silk. And it’s hot too. Oh fuck it’s hot.
"This is the only cock I want and the only cock I’ll ever need," I tell him.
He puts his hand on mine, and together our fingers guide him into me. He just puts in the tip at first, and I gasp as I his girth spreads me open. Then he pulls back a little and does it again—just the tip. I’m so wet that I’m staining the sheets. The third time that he puts his tip inside me, I open like a flower, and then he sinks into me all the way, filling me up completely and then some. I bite my lower lip and whimper. I have to admit, it hurts just a little, but I love it. I love him.
“Are you OK, baby girl?” he whispers, brushing my cheek.
I nod and smile. OK is the understatement of the century. I’m perfect. I have my man inside me at last.
He starts to move in me, slowly at first, until he’s sure I can take it. I buck my hips into him to let him know I want more.
He turns up the tempo, fucking me with long gliding strokes. Each time he pulls back so far I think he will pop out of me, but then he thrusts back in, filling me, stretching me, and hitting that special, tender spot deep inside.
I reach up and grip the headboard to steady myself. I spread my legs even wider. His hands are on the hard, aching tendons of my inner thighs. He pulls my hips onto him with each stroke, going even deeper. I swear to God I think Nick is going to split me in two.
His cock is a greased piston pumping me harder and harder. We are forehead to forehead now, drawing our breaths together in shallow ragged gasps. His heavy balls are slapping against my ass with each thrust. He is my bull. My stud. I yearn for his seed.
A beautiful tension is welling up inside of me—growing, aching, getting ready to burst. And Nick is getting close too; I can tell.
He reaches one hand down to the base of his shaft and is going to pull it out, but I hold onto him.
“Cum inside me.”
I’m begging for it. Pleading for it. He hesitates. But I know if I put enough sugar in my voice, I will get what I want. He can't resist his little girl.
“Fill me up with your cum, Daddy.”
He smiles in the moonlight.
“Are you ready to go all the way with me, baby girl?”
I nod to him, keeping my gaze locked on his.
“Because once I mark your sweet little pussy with my load, it’s going to be my territory forever.”
I nod even more enthusiastically, whining like a puppy.
“Good.” he says, and starts pumping me again, even harder than before. The veins stand out on his neck. He grunts like a wild animal.
I want him to drench me inside with his seed. I want him to fertilize me, to plant it in my deepest places and make a baby inside me. I’m so far beyond giving a fuck about the consequences anymore. All I want is to carry this alpha stud’s child. He possesses me now, body and soul.
“My pussy is just for you, Daddy,” I breath as he pumps me.
I clutch at the thick muscles of his back and hold on for dear life as he fucks me relentlessly. He is hitting me right on my spot now. My little pussy is completely engorged, gripping his cock so tightly, so hungrily. I can't even feel my feet anymore.
“Oh God I’m cumming, Daddy!”
The feeling of pure bliss explodes inside, and I writhe and buck beneath him. I scream his name. I call him my Daddy. A split second later he shudders and grunts as he releases inside me. His hot love spills into my deepest parts. There is so much cum that I can't even hold it all in. It seeps out and trickles down my crack and tickles my asshole that is still wet with his kisses. He continues to pulse inside me, and it feels like at least a minute before it finally subsides.
At last, we both go slack, breathing heavy, gulping the air. Gradually his breaths become my name, whispered soft and sweet into my ear.
“Justine. Justine.”
His massive, naked body covers me completely, and I feel so small and safe and warm underneath him with his cock still inside me. My man. My alpha. My protector and lover. It’s just perfect.
***
The night goes on. The moonbeams from the window climb up the wall as the hours pass. He lies on his back and I nestle under his arm and we whisper to each other in the darkness even though there is no one to hear us. We are secret lovers.
“You know, Nick, I’ve been dreaming about this for a lo
ng time. That day when you saw me in my room … I was thinking about you then. But the reality was even better than I imagined.”
Nick smiles at me. How the fuck is he so handsome?
“I’ve been thinking about that day all summer,” he says. “My poor little deprived girl. But you won’t have to play by yourself anymore. Daddy will take care of you. I’m going to please that sweet little pussy every day.”
He kisses me tenderly on my brow—his little girl. I raise my face up to his and give him a big girl kiss on the mouth, hot and deep and wet.
“So,” I say, playing with the hair on his chest, “You're not going to tell my parents that you caught me out at that party, right? Can’t it just be our little secret?”
He rubs his chin, pretending to really think it over.
“Hm, I don't know,” he says, in a teasing voice, “I really should tell them you’ve been misbehaving. But maybe you can persuade me.”
I touch him through the sheet. He is hard as iron again, and I am aching to have him inside me one more time. I can't wait to persuade him. I will do whatever it takes. And I am already thinking of new ways to get in trouble.
ONE YEAR LATER…
I wake up at five in the morning, same as always, and I just lie there for a few minutes, listening to the sound of the birds outside the window and Justine’s slow steady breathing as she sleeps beside me. I can also hear Nick Junior’s breathing over the baby monitor too. He’s sleeping soundly in the nursery down the hall.
He’s the most amazing, beautiful baby—the beautiful gift that my Justine made for me.
I’m still a bit sleepy this morning. Junior woke up in the middle of the night crying, so I got up to check his diaper, feed him, and sing him a lullaby. He finally went back to sleep around two, probably so he didn’t have to listen to my terrible singing anymore. After I put him back in his crib, I watched him sleep for a while, amazed at what a little miracle he is.
When I came back to bed, I found Justine awake and naked. That meant I had to put her back to bed too. She had to bite down on the pillow to keep from crying out and waking up the baby again.
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