She whines as I start to eat her out, sucking in stuttered breaths and wiggling her hips restlessly. “I…I n-never saw this on the farm,” she stutters, finally opening her thighs wider for it. Accepting that it’s happening and that she likes it. Likes my tongue on her sensitive pink pearl, licking it all over and pursing my lips against it, sending vibrations through it and feeling it swell up, listening to her whine and thread her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer to the place I never want to leave-the notch between her heavenly thighs. “Daddy. Please. Daddy.”
I groan into my next lick, overcome by the power granted to me by that title.
I’m tonguing my little girl’s pussy, making her wild. Making myself wild.
And I don’t stop until I’ve pulled her trigger, sugary wetness seeping out all over my mouth and chin, drenching my beard. Wracking me with lust so intense, I don’t know myself anymore. I don’t know who I am as I lick her through the orgasm and stand up to remove my tie. “Want to feel those perky-ass tits drag up and down my chest while I’m banging you,” I growl, ripping off the tie, followed by my shirt.
Dazed and gorgeous, she sits up to watch me, her eyes widening over my big, curved cock where it hangs hard and heavy through the opening of my zipper. She gulps, her gaze skittering sideways to the pile of liquor bottles. “Isn’t liquor supposed to dull pain?”
Before I can guess what she’s planning, Sissy reaches for a mini bottle of tequila, twists off the cap and drains it, looking surprised at herself.
That makes two of us. “You’re not twenty-one, Sissy, dammit. I shouldn’t have let you drink that.” My voice is growing more and more unrecognizable. Deep and abrasive. “Add it to my list of sins, I guess,” I say. Finally bare chested, I climb back on the bed, picking Sissy up with a forearm and dragging her beneath me toward the headboard. “I’m going to put my cock in that sinnin’ hole now.” My voice is guttural and I’m jacking myself off right above her sopping wet sex. “You understand we might make a baby?”
She bites her lip and nods. And I can see the alcohol has had a calming effect. Gone are the nerves I spied a moment before. They rush back to the fore when I wedge the pulsing head of my cock against her entrance, her breathing coming in harsh pants. “I want you so bad. I’m just worried about the pain.”
Knowing it’s wrong, so wrong, I balance my weight on one elbow and pick up another liquor bottle, using my teeth to open it. Then I pour the contents into her mouth. Wrong. Bad. I’m getting a nineteen-year-old runaway drunk on tequila and fucking her in a hotel room. There is no end to my depravity, is there?
I’m at the point of no return, though. As soon as she swallows the golden substance, I fist my cock and work it deeper, deeper, into the snuggest space I could ever imagine. It’s hot and slick and tighter than the center of a bolt. “Oh my God,” I breathe, angling my hips for that first pump and delivering it slowly, but forcefully at the same time. Grinding down hard when I bottom out. Can’t help it. I hear her whimper, but my ears are ringing, too, my dick the consistency of iron. Is she real? Is she? “Oh fuck, you’re a miracle.” I seal my mouth over the top of hers, pressing her lips wide to give her my tongue, working it in and out, trying to stop the tremors coursing through her petite frame. “My cock hurting you, honey?”
“A little.” Her pussy flexes around me and I see stars. “Mostly it feels good.”
Don’t come. Don’t come. I’m breathing hard against her mouth like a maniac, my hips giving firm mini pumps to stretch her out, get her used to me. “That’s a good girl,” I whisper in between kisses. “That’s my sweet pumpkin.”
There’s a flicker of burgeoning wickedness in her eyes and she moans, her hands trailing down and up my back, spearing into my hair-and God almighty, she begins to rock her hips, looking up at me eagerly, as if seeking approval. “Daddy likes that,” I grit out. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” she says, her breath hitching, our bodies finding a rhythm now.
One that makes her nails dig into my back, her eyes losing focus. Fuck yes.
I’m getting ready to drop my weight onto her, yank up those legs and thrust until my balls give up the fight, but a pounding starts on the door of the hotel room.
Sissy and I exchange a dazed look. “Who is that?” she whispers.
“I don’t know.”
“It’s not the police, is it?” she says, clinging to my shoulders.
Before I can answer that I don’t know, more pounding starts on the door. “Let us in, Locke,” says an unfamiliar male voice. “We’re the security team from downstairs. Give us a turn with the blonde and we’ll intervene on your behalf with the police.”
On one hand, I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
On the other, this is exactly what I expected.
This girl is nothing short of magical. She turns men to beasts.
I’m a beast, obviously, because the interruption only makes me pound into her harder, my arms wrapped around her head, a snarl curving my lips. “Leave or I’ll kill you,” I bellow at the door, my hips snapping up and back, driving her slight form up the bed. “She’s mine.”
Sissy makes a sexy little whimpering sound and in response, there are twin groans outside of the door. More pounding of their fists.
“Need you to be quiet or they’re going to break down the door,” I pant, clapping my hand over her mouth and fucking her furiously. “I’m almost there. You’re so tight for me, pumpkin. So tight. They can’t have it, can they? It’s all for Daddy. I found you first. Mine. Fucking mine. Do you hear me? Look at me and nod like a good little girl with a bratty virgin pussy and a sweet face. You burn me alive. You burn me fucking alive.”
She licks the palm of the hand I’ve got curved over her mouth, her tits bouncing in time with my feverish drives, her channel squeezing me root to tip, ruining my life, giving my life purpose. Both. She does it all. And as if she isn’t incredible enough, her pussy starts to contract, her teeth digging into the meat of my palm. A second orgasm from a virgin. And it drenches my cock, giving me even more lubrication to finish myself off in a frenzy, slamming into her perfect hole once, twice, three more times, before my spine snaps straight and I lose my ability to breathe.
“Oh shit. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
I’m climaxing, but that’s a boring description for what she has actually done to me. She’s breathed new life into my body, baptized me in her purity, even as I took the purity away from her. Vaguely, I’m aware of several men knocking on the door now, demanding a turn with Sissy, but I block them out and focus on the bliss crossing her features, the way she milks me, so eager and wet.
I find my hand wrapping around her throat of its own volition, my teeth gnashing against her swollen mouth. “Feel that hot seed? That’s coming from an obsessed man, Sissy. I’m obsessed with you.” I hold her down and thrust over and over again, gratification making me shout into my closed mouth. “I pray to this pussy now. You’re my fucking religion.”
The final spurts of lust leave my body and enter hers and I finally collapse, winded, my mind reeling, reeling over what just happened. I’ve traded my God for this girl. I’m Judas. But I can’t find a single iota of regret in my body right now. Not when she throws a drowsy but worried glance at the door where men still demand a turn, and snuggles into me for protection.
“Dear God,” I mutter, apologizing to my maker for putting him in the back seat while I stole this girl’s innocence. “Dear God, forgive me. I couldn’t help it.”
Sissy looks up at me curiously, as if memorizing my prayer, then wiggles closer with a stuttered breath. “Protect me, Locke.”
Pride and possessiveness harden my muscles and I wrap her in my arms, crushing her up against my sweaty body. “Always, Sissy.” I kiss her temple hard. “Always.”
Chapter Nine
Sissy
I sit at the kitchen table shuffling cards, my hands growing more and more deft. Locke is due to get home in ten minutes and my eyes continually stray to the clock, my heart beating faster and faster the closer his arrival looms, my panties already damp. My boyfriend is never in the door longer than ten seconds before I’m hustled into the bedroom and he’s on top of me, his breath rasping in my ear, the bedsprings squeaking. Almost time. Almost.
My pulse grows thick, my shuffling movements so clumsy that I finally give up.
It’s late. Just past midnight. In my old life, I would be asleep in bed, but Vegas life is around the clock. A lot of our life is lived in the nighttime and I’m growing used to it.
It has been a week since the incident at the casino and life is…
Well it’s incredible. I’m so happy I could burst.
My stomach is filled with permanent butterflies because I live with a man who is my hero, my biggest fan and my best friend all rolled into one powerful package.
Last week, we were lying in bed in the suite, listening to the men gather outside, demanding Locke share me immediately. I didn’t know how we were going to escape. Locke wanted to go outside and beat them all to a pulp, but I begged him to find another way for us to leave safely. A way where there was no chance of him getting hurt.