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The elevator door opens directly into the suite, but I can’t
summon the willpower to stop kissing Lia and step off. I can’t
believe it—this is the first time I’ve kissed her with tongue. I didn‘
t realize before that my hands were touching, our bodies.
rubbing, even our lips pressing. But we haven’t kissed properly,
wetly, until now. It’s a practice for young people. Children. At
least that’s what I thought before.
Now, I’m not sure how I’ve survived a single day without her
whimpering mouth opening up for mine, offering her tongue like
a sacrifice. Our height difference puts her much lower than me,
so her head is tipped back, her fingers winding in the front of my
shirt. She’s usually so smooth, so practiced in her flirting, but
the kiss seems to undo her, as much as it’s undoing me, and
she can’t remain balanced on her toes, stumbling sideways,
trembling. Until I pick her up again and she sighs, like a happy
angel, wrapping her thighs around my waist.
And we go on kissing.
1 flatten her to the wall of the elevator and our tongues fuck
blatantly, my hips holding her in place so my hands can roam.
There isn’t a single place on her body I don’t want to touch, my
smooth, sexy girl. Her legs, the beautiful planes of her face, the
curves of her sides and her horny little tits. Once I’ve thumbed
her nipples into tight pebbles, I tunnel my fingers through her
blonde hair and pull it, making her cry out, her pussy rubbing
anxiously on my cock. She might have no idea what it’s like to
have sex, but she wants it all the same.
Wants it from Big Daddy.
Bad.
Finally, I manage to walk us off the elevator, striding to the back.
bedroom. The man who thought about having Lia on that bed is
not the same man who enters the bedroom now. We’ve only
spent an hour together and I already feel…lighter. Better.
Unburdened. And even though it was hell to delay the main
event, I can’t be sorry about the time we spent talking. I’ve
always thought Lia was incredible, smart, sensitive. She’s more,
though.
She’s magic.
All those things she said about finding me desirable…I truly don‘
t know if she meant them or if my money goes, in part, toward
her boosting my ego. At the moment, I don’t give a fuck what is
lie and what is truth. I’m too hard, too horny. If she’s a liar, so be
accept it like a beggar.
There’s a voice in the back of my head telling me that I do care
if she’s lying.
That I want her to be telling the truth. That it matters. A lot.
I ignore the voice and throw her down on the bed, however,
growling at the picture she makes in the T–shirt, thigh high tights.
and heels. Young. Fuck, she’s so young. But when she gets up
on her knees and strips the T–shirt off, my conscience is
nowhere to be found.
“You might as well not be wearing any panties,” I manage
hoarsely, reaching out to finger the thin pink string adorning her
hip, then running my touch down to the tiny soaked triangle that
holds no mysteries. It molds to her cleft like a second skin and
all I can think about is eating that pussy like my last meal.
Lia trails her fingertips up her ribcage and cups her tits,
squeezing her nipples into even tighter peaks. “Do you want me
to wear panties, Big Daddy? You’re the one who decides.”
Jesus.
My fingers work my buttons clumsily, my palms damp. I’m. already laboring to breathe. My balls are embarrassingly full, my
cock curved to the right in my dress pants, harder than a
goddamn metal rod. I came on her without taking my pants off last time. This time, I’ll be surprised if I make it two pumps
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before my body releases the flood.
You’re the one who decides, she said.
And it finally sinks in that I’m in charge. I’m paying her.
She’ll do any sinful thing I ask.
“Dance for me while I’m undressing. The way you do in the den- under my roof–when I’m not supposed to be looking.” I’m all but ripping my buttons through their holes now, getting rid of my shirt and starting on the buckle of my pants. “Do you know how many times you’ve sent me upstairs to fuck my hand, little girl?”
A flush crawls up her neck, her cheeks. “Really?”
I yank down my zipper, groaning over the added space for my dick to grow. “Don’t act surprised. You knew what you were
doing, didn’t you?”
She bites her lip shyly, turning around to face the panoramic
window overlooking the city. Then she drops forward on all fours and slowly grinds her hips in a circle. “Like this, Big
Daddy?”
God almighty.
Her ass is completely bare, except for the little pink string
caught between her cheeks. I’ve never seen anything so taut,
round and delicious in my life. And those stockings that run up
to mid–thigh…they’re naughty. Somehow the black, see through
nylon makes this assignation exactly what it was meant to be.
An old man banging a barely–legal girl in exchange for a small
fortune. I should be ashamed over how feverish that turns my
skin. Maybe I am ashamed, but nothing can stop me now. Not
when she’s shaking her backside for me, sliding her thighs open.
nice and wide, giving me a view of the entire pink string and
where it touches. Asshole and pussy. All of her glistening. Ready
for me.
Worth millions. Worth every cent I’ll rain down on her.
I grab her hips and jerk her toward me on the mattress, groaning
as she begins to grind on me, teasing her naked ass up and
down in my lap, tweaking it side to side. Anxious, breathy
sounds come out of her mouth as she does it, as if she could
get off just like this, working her backside against Big Daddy’s
fat johnson. If I’m not careful, I’m going to come even earlier
than expected–and nothing is going to keep my tongue out of
her cunt. So before she can grind the semen out of me, I step
sideways and get onto the bed, lying flat on my back.
“Now do it on my face.”
Lia’s seductress mask slips and her innocence shines through
at my request. She’s never had a man’s mouth between her
thighs, that much is clear, and I’m fucking exultant over being
her first. Possessiveness roars in my veins. No one else is ever
going to lick her but me. Christ, I’d spend every last cent in my
bank accounts to keep her for me and me alone, wouldn’t I?
Yes. Look at her. She’s a fantasy come to life. My fantasy.
And she has no idea how to get pleasure.
She needs to be taught.
I crook a finger at Lia and she comes on her hands and knees,
kneeling beside me.
I pluck her up and settle her on top of me so she’s straddling my
chest, a position that forces her to spread her legs as wide as
possible, because of my size, and her knees still don’t touch the
bed. She looks excited, but nervous–and excitement wins when
I take her butt cheeks in my hands and knead them roughly, her
eyelids fluttering, bare tits rising and falling.
“Do you know where your clitoris is, Lia?”
She starts to nod, then stops. Shakes her head slowly. “I know
there’s a spot that feels good, but I can never seem to make it
feel good enough to…to…”
“To come.” My right hand trails over her hip, finding the damp.
flesh between her thighs. Knuckling aside the pink thong, I rub
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my thumb along the seam of her pussy until it parts, watching
her eyes widen when I find her clit and stroke it gently, gently,
then faster. “Any time we’re together, baby, this is where I’ll be
touching. Playing with this little rosebud makes you wet for my
cock. And getting my cock into you is what I pay to do, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Big Daddy,” she gasps.
I tease my thumb faster and she whimpers breathily, her thighs
jolting on either side of me. “I can touch it a lot of ways. My
fingers, like this. Or we can use toys. But right now, I want you to
grind it on my mouth. My chin. My nose. Every fucking where.
Make Big Daddy proud.”
Her apprehension in itself is a turn–on as she crawls up my
body, dragging her tits over my face, continuing until her
fragrant little mound is an inch above my starving mouth.
Slowly, she drops it down, her soft petals of flesh parting around
my tongue, which I immediately wiggle against her clit-
“Oh!” Her thighs slide apart and she rolls her hips, dragging her
clit on my tongue a second time, screaming through clenched
teeth. “Oh my God.”
When her fingers grip my hair and she starts to fuck my mouth, I
almost spill my seed.
Her smooth, slippery sex rides me relentlessly and Jesus, I’m a
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pervert. A sick fuck, getting off on an eighteen–year–old having her first orgasm on my face. But I couldn’t stop this if I wanted to. My hips lever up, thrusting my hard–on into the air, my hands on her juicy little ass to keep her grinding, my mouth feasting on her like a ripe melon, her youth and horniness dripping down my cheeks and chin–and still she rides, her cries of Big Daddy growing louder and more anxious until finally, she stiffens, her
pleasure bursting all over my tongue.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.