Chapter 22: Show me how much you want me

Then he pulls away. I knew he would. The world crumbles around me. A dozen insecurities bombard my mind. Maybe I want him too much. I’m too insatiable. I’m too young. I’m too little. He thinks this is wrong.Maybe he thinks I’m wrong for him? But he merely smiles. He raises his finger to his lips. I gasp as he tastes the wetness.

“Sweet.” Did he actually whisper it, or did the word rumble through me? He lowers his hand again, taking another creamy sample from my aching

heat. He presses his finger to my mouth. “See?”

I lick. Slowly. More timid than sensual, but he likes the feel of my warm tongue Against his finger. Is he imagining my mouth gently caressing hiscock? The thought only twists me more. I wonder if he would taste as sweet? Could I make him as juicy if I pump his cock and wrap my lips around his thick shaft until he gives me all of his sweet cream?

His cum.

The word shivers through me in excitement. Mr. Josh’s smile mirrors mine. His attention isn’t on the movie anymore. The blankets rustle, soft and superheated on my skin. His hand returns, and he cups my kitty in his hand.

My head lulls onto the couch as he flicks over my clit. The sensation rocks me. I breathe, uneven, but he leans close with a low voice.

“No talking during the movie…” It’s a stern voice. A daddy’s voice. I do as I’m told and bite my lip. He brushes the hair back behind my ear. “No whimpering. No moaning. No gasping. Be a good little girl and stay quiet for me.” Anything for him.

His finger pokes a little lower. I say nothing as the tip prods through my folds, pressing into the tiny entrance that no one has ever touched before. I

tense and hold my breath. His finger slips inside.And gets stuck. My eyes widen. So do his. He stares at me, just feeling how a virgin pussy can so tightly clench over his fingers. And just like that, he leans in close, twisting to stare into my eyes as he pushes a little too hard Against the tightness. He makes me gasp.

I only wish I had something bigger than his finger.

He kisses me, fiercely, stealing my breath and silencing my cry as he slowly drags his finger from my core. It’s slick with my desire, but he doesn’t taste

it. Instead, he rubs Against me again, massaging my clit as if the only mission in his life is to make me orgasm as quickly and wildly as possible.

Gripping the blanket does nothing. I can’t think. I can’t move. I do the only thing that makes sense. I cuddle into his chest. My eyes close, and I bury my head Against Mr.

Josh’s hard shoulder. His arm tightens over me. Protective, even if it does pin me in place. Even if I can’t get away from his flicking fingers and deliberate rubbing of my sensitive pussy.

I shake once. Twice.

Then my entire body convulses in a pleasure so sharp, so consuming that I

couldn’t have cried out even if I wanted to. I come and come and come,each clenching shudder wishing for more than his finger over my petals.

I want him. All of him. I’ve never wanted to be taken so badly before. My

body melts and shivers, flushes and chills. It needs a man. No. Not just any man.

Him.

Mr. Josh.The only man I’ve ever craved, and the only one I’ll trust to take me, to

claim me, to own my virginity. He could give me all the pleasures I’ve imagined, and no doubt he could show me more. Annie shifts in her chair. I freeze, but Mr. Josh pulls me from the couch.

For a moment, I think—I hope—that he’s taking me upstairs, to his big bed in his quiet bedroom where he’ll lay me back and take me with that raw,animalistic fury I see pumping through him. Instead he leads me to the kitchen. I hold my breath as he lifts me up, sitting me Against the counter. His hand brushes my cheek, and he offers me a glass of water. I hold it in two shaking hands, taking a sip like the girl whoso often swung her feet over the counter and told him knock-knock jokes.

And I feel little. Tiny and vulnerable, but sexy and so very ready to become a woman. His face etches a fierceness I hardly recognize. I’d be frightened,but it’s me who made his eyebrows furrow, his lips thin, and his blood pump so quick and hot. I glance down. He wears jeans, but they’ve tightened over the massive secret he keeps tucked away.Could that really fit inside me?

I have to find out.

I lower the water. His voice is harsh and wanting.

“You’re a virgin.”

He says it like a source of conquest and pride. I nod my head. Once. Did he like it…or was he disappointed?

“I told you. I haven’t met the right boy.”

“No.” His words are stern and yet so gentle. “You haven’t met the right man.”

“I’ve been waiting.”

“That’s a good girl. You deserve more than some little punk stealing such a perfect gift. You deserve a man. Someone who can show you what you need. Make you feel as beautiful as you are.”

And the tension Drained from me. I nearly cast my arms over his shoulders, but I’m afraid of Annie hearing. I can’t have her walk in as her dad confesses the only words I’ve ever wanted him to say.

“I’ll be the one who takes your virginity.” He holds my chin, ensuring Stare into his eyes. Not chastising, but strict and comforting. “I’m going to fuck you, Annie. Your innocence? That cherry? It belongs to me now.”

I nearly gasp. “It always has.”

“I’ll make you mine, Annie's, and for more than one night. I’ll take that kitty, lose myself in your perfect wetness, and you will come for me again and again while I make sure you know where you belong. Do you understand?”