Mr. Orton stared at her for a moment, looking slightly amused before she kissed him again. As she did, he pulled her down completely on his dick, thrusting up into her. she couldn’t help but cry out.
He was much thicker than Chris was, and she could feel him stretching her. He buried his dick in her pussy, and held her still against him for a moment before he started to guide her movehernts, his hands never leaving her ass. she gasped as she moved against him. Chris and Stacey had never fucked in this position, and Mr. Orton was hitting places in her pussy that she didn’t even know existed.
Soon, Mr. Orton’s hands were just resting against her ass as she rode his dick, moving her hips hard against him. She gasped and moaned, feeling herself build up in a way she had never felt before. Her movehernts started to get a bit more sporadic, but before she could cum, Mr. Orton stilled her movements, his hands holding her firmly down against him.
she looked at him, panting. “Please, don’t make me stop,” she gasped, trying to writhe against him, so close that she could feel herself falling away from her orgasm. she groaned in frustration and Mr. Orton kissed her again.
“You’ll thank me later, honey,” he whispered, before sitting up with his dick still buried in her. He lifted her, standing up off the bed. she squealed as he did, surprised that he was lifting her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist quickly, holding herself up as she hugged his shoulders. Mr. Orton laughed, his hands supporting her underneath him, and made to turn her onto her back.
“Can we try something?” she asked suddenly, before he laid her on the bed.
Mr. Orton kissed her. “Of course,” he said.
she flushed a bit. “Can you… can we try it against the wall?”
He kissed her again. “Of course.” He took a step, moving her against the wall in her room. she jumped as he pressed her against it, the wall cool against her back. Mr. Orton braced her against the wall, pressed close against her as he started to move slowly inside her. she cried out softly and he kissed her neck. “You’re so amazing,” he whispered, his voice muffled by her neck and staggered as he gasped for breath. “I love how young you are. That make me bad?”
she shook her head, gasping as he fucked her. “I like it too, Mr. Orton” she said. And she wasn’t lying — the way he was fucking her was one thing, but the fact that he was old enough to be her father was adding much more to the experience — each time she thought of it, her stomach fluttered and she couldn’t keep herself from grinding against him.
He groaned, his mouth against her skin as he thrust into her. “I loved watching you suck on me,” he murmured in the same staggered tone. “Your little mouth… fuck, making me feel like a dirty old man. But it’s so good. Fuck…” she gasped as he talked, the words just adding to the sensations flowing through her. This angle, too, was different, and before long she was squirming against him, wanting to cum. Mr. Orton, again, slowed, just burying himself in her pussy. This time, she couldn’t help herself from crying out loudly and pushing against him just slightly. “No…” she gasped. “Please, Mr. Orton, I need to cum…”
He laughed. “I want you on your bed. I love the thought of you on your bed,” he said, lifting her again and moving to the bed. He gently laid her on the bed, her head on a pillow as he held himself over top of her. He kissed her again before he started thrusting into her. His pace was slow and she moaned, lifting her hips off the bed to grind against him. “Not yet, little girl,” he whispered, holding her hips down with his hands as he moved inside her.
“Please, please, Mr. Orton” she gasped, a tingling sensation running through her as he called her a little girl. “Kneed to, so bad…”
He groaned, and she got the feeling that he couldn’t help himself from moving faster inside her. She sighed in relief, feeling herself building up again as he thrust into her. “omy close, baby,” he gasped. “Where do you want mh to cum?”
“Inside me,” she gasped back. “Chris never cum in my pussy before, Mr. Orton, I want you to.”
He groaned again, his pace hard and fast. “Is that okay?” he asked.
“Don’t you want to cum in my little girl pussy?” she asked, giggling and gasping, moving against him as she tried to push herself over the edge.
Mr. Orton made a noise, thrusting hard into her. He reached down, rubbing her clit hard, pushing her over the edge. she cried out loudly, squirming underneath him as the hardest orgasm she’ve ever had washed over her. As if from a distance, she heard Mr. Orton grunt, and she felt him spurt inside her pussy. The feeling of his hot cum inside her prolonged her orgasm as she gasped and writhed beneath him. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she shuddered, multiple waves of bliss running through her. It seemed to last forever, and when she finally began to come down from it, she felt Mr. Orton’s lips on her neck again. His dick was still buried in her pussy. She moved against him and he pulled out, moving away from her and lying beside her. she collapsed completely, lying on her back just trying to catch her breath. After a few moments, she rolled to face him. Mr. Orton was looking at her, and when she smiled at him, he looked relieved.
“It was okay?” he asked as she moved close to him. He wrapped his arms around her and she rested her head on his chest.
“It was amazing,” she whispered. “I like being a little girl for you, Mr. Orton.”
He laughed, holding her close. She snuggled against him, shutting her eyes. She hoped he liked girls who got their own way, because she wasn’t letting him leave her house for the rest of the weekend.