Chapter 21: You're the only one for me
As she recovered, she propped herself up on her elbows. “Daddy Bill, that was so awesome. I've never cum like tha... Oh my God, Annie! You're sucking your dad's cock!”
“Mm-hmm,” Annie murmured, never pulling her mouth off me.
“Wow,” Annie whispered. “That's so hot.”
Annie released me and took slow licks from base to glans. “Wanna try it?”
“After what he did, hell yeah! I like watching videos on the web, but I don't really know what to do.”
“Get down here and I'll show you.”
Grateful Dead's “Hell in a Bucket” flashed through my head when I rolled on my back. There was no denying I was enjoying the ride. Annie's pretty breasts hardly bounced as she bobbed up and down. Annie stretched out on her belly on my other side, her short, wavy hair allowing me to appreciate the perfection of the skin of her back as it curved down to her magnificent ass. She propped herself up on her elbows, eyes wide, gumdrop nipples against my thigh.
“Here's what you do,” Annie said, stroking my spit-wet member in her hand. “Hold him by the shaft at first. Run your tongue all around the top of it, like this.” She demonstrated. “Your turn.”
Annie grasped my cock gently around the base and extended her tongue. As soon as her wet tip touched mine, a drop of my clear fluid leaked out.
“Is that what his cum will taste like?” she asked.
“Kinda. Do you like it?”
“I think so.” She licked all around the head of my dick, like Annie had shown her.
“Lick the whole thing. Make it wet with your spit before you put it in your mouth. He likes that.”
Annie ran her tongue all over me, kissing, rubbing it back and forth over her lips.
“That's really good!” Annie exclaimed. “Isn't it, Dad?”
“Yeah,” I gasped.
“Here's what you do next,” she said, her forehead against mine “Excuse me.”I lowered her mouth onto me, taking about half my length, bobbing up and down a few times, and then sucking hard, lips smacking when I popped free. “Don't let your teeth touch him. Let's see you do it.”
Annie fondled my erection, smiled, and kissed the tip of it. “Will he cum if I suck him?”
“Yeah,” Annie and I said in unison.
Annie licked all around the head of my cock again. “A lot?”
Annie looked at me and giggled. “Probably.”
Annie fondled my erection, smiled, and kissed the tip of it. “Will he cum if I suck him?”
“Yeah,” Annie and I said in unison.
Annie licked all around the head of my cock again. “A lot?”
Annie looked at me and giggled. “Probably.”
My head doesn’t get a say. I know it’s wrong to think these things and even worse to feel so small and wanted, vulnerable and desired, but the pulsing
deep inside my untouched core tells me this is okay.
This is what’s meant to happen when a man holds a woman. When he takes her. When he makes her his.
I tuck agAnniet him quiet as a mouse waiting for the leopard to pounce. With one solid, strong hand, he holds me. The other?
He tucks that hand secret under the blanket. His fingers rap a gentle beat Against my knee, occasionally dipping to squeeze just where I’m ticklish. I jump, but I don’t push him away. I don’t giggle either. The sound lodges in my throat.
How doesn’t my gasped breath wake Annie?
He leaves his hand on my knee, just at the hem of my skirt. One minute passes. Two.Three?
How can he stand it? My skin burns under his hand, and the never-ending goose bumps march along my skin. Any other of my boyfriends would
already have pressed their luck and been rejected. But Josh? He waits.
Watches. Listens to my breath.
And just as I twist against the couch, his hand in moves.
A tickle, that’s all it is. The gentlest, most innocent of touches. Above my knee. Somehow it feels more inappropriate than our kiss. A man isn’t
supposed to touch a little girl there…not unless he expects more from her than a wide-eyed glance.
I stare at him, but only the crook of his smile answers my questions. With a tender touch, his hand grazes upwards. Along my thigh. Teasing the swell. I bite my lip, and the words tremble out.
“hm. Josh?”
“Watch the movie, Annie he orders in a murmur.
“Eyes on the TV.”
Eyes on the TV? His fingertips stop just shy of my panties. I whimper a coo. His quiet shush shivers through me.
His whisper paralyzes me in lust. “Don’t disturb Annie.”
Oh, God. Annie. She’s still sleeping. Please don’t wake up! She can’t know what
her father is doing to me, where he’s touching me, how he’s making me feel. Her dad’s fingertips press the thin cotton of my panties. He has to feel t
he heat. My trembling. That wetness.
I swallow hard and do as he says. It’s too easy to obey his every wish while tucked Against him—safe and warm—with his hands caressing the inside of my thighs. Is it because I want him to do more…or is it because this is what feels right with Mr. Josh? An older, more experienced man would know how to control the girl cradled at his side. I surrender to his touches and let him do as he likes. I trust him. He won’t hurt me. In fact…I hope he ends this terrible wanting from between my legs. His hand moves in, pushing my thighs apart. Inch by inch. Another order?
No. Just a question. Letting me decide.
Do I want this? Yes. More than anything. More than breathing. More than my heart beating. If he doesn’t touch me down there—where my body aches and trembles— I’ll melt through the couch
I grip his hand under the blanket just before his finger grazes the cotton of my panties. Not to stop him. I have to touch him. I don’t think I can survive this moment if he doesn’t let me hold onto his strength. The last thing I want to do is flutter away. And yet, his first touch nearly launches me from the couch. I buck, but his strong arm wraps me up tight. Pressing me Against him. Holding me against him.I fall Against his chest in a pool of shudders. He likes that. I like that. My pussy gets so wet for him. He must feel the folds and petals within my little kitty—my slickness makes the panties stick to my skin. Bare. Just for
him. Just because I thought he’d like it. Because it felt feminine and soft in the shower when I pressed my own hand Against the slickness and imagined this moment.
Mr. Josh takes his time. Why hurry? I twitch Against his exploring fingers as they rub perfectly concentric circles over the most sensitive part of me. My breathing puffs, but I don’t pull away. Not when it feels this good..And this naughty.
My panties dull the sensation, and I hate it. I want nothing more than to feel his skin Against mine, but Annie shifts on the couch. The shame flushes through me—hot and fierce.