Sweet Girl by Quell T. Fox
Charlotte
Hepullsoutpainstakinglyslow.Mypussyachesanddripsforhim.Forhishands,hismouth,hiscock.Anythingandeverythingheiswillingtogiveme.I’lltakeitall.
He slides back in, grinding against me as his hips meet the flesh of my ass. Sliding his hand up my back, he fists my hair and yanks my head back, pulling me up to my knees. I rest my head back on his shoulder as he releases my hair, his mouth going to my neck, his cock still buried deep inside of me. He isn’t moving, but every pulse and throb can be felt.
His hand finds my stomach, dragging his fingers up until he reaches the underside of my breast, squeezing his fingers under my bra he pulls it up, allowing my breasts to hang free, my nipples instantly perking up.
“Every inch of you is perfect,” he breathes into my ear, dragging his tongue back down the column of my throat, stopping at my thrumming vein, where he begins to nip at my skin. “Beautiful. Perfect. Mine.”
I reach behind me and tug at his shirt. He may have his cock in me, but he’s still fully dressed. I want to feel his skin against mine more than anything. “Take this off, let me feel you,” I beg.
He laughs huskily. “You want me to pull my cock from this pussy?” He grinds his hips into me, earning himself a moan that I can’t hold back.
“No, but…”
“But what, baby? Tell me. Tell Daddy what you want.” His teeth latch onto the spot where my neck meets my shoulder and he sucks, sending tingles all through me.
“Nothing between us. All of you,” I murmur.
“Anything you want, sweet girl.” The flat of his palm presses against my back and he pushes me forward. Landing on my hands again, I lower myself to my forearms, wiggling my ass against him, once again feeling that delicious pulse of his cock within me.
He groans deeply, pulling out just the slightest bit before slowly pressing back in. I feel in his movements that he’s removing his shirt, unbuttoning it one by one. I hear it drop to the floor and then he’s tearing the other one over his head.
He pulls out of me suddenly and I whimper, missing the fullness he gives me. “On your knees.” I turn to find him standing further back from the bed, his torso is clothing free and he’s working on removing his pants, shoes and socks. Once he’s fully naked, he holds out a finger, pointing downward to the floor in front of him.
As I bite my lip, I slowly lower myself to the floor and onto my knees, sitting before him.
“Show me how much you love this cock. How bad you’ve wanted it. If you do good, I’ll fuck you again.”
I nod and lean forward, darting my tongue out and licking around the crown of his cock. He’s still wet with my arousal, and leaking more precum than I’ve ever seen before. I lick it all up, showing him how much I’ve needed this.
There are so many things I want from this man, so many things I want to do. I want to watch him writhe beneath me, watch his eyes flutter shut as he comes from the pleasure I give him. But I also want him slamming into me from behind, freezing against me as he pumps his release into me.
“Fuck, Charlotte.” He grips my jaw, his thumb running below my bottom lip. His head falls back, but I keep my eyes open, watching every movement of his body. The way his chest and belly expand as he sucks in deep breaths. The way the muscles in his arms bulge as he grips my chin.
I suck hard, feeling him swell in my mouth before moving forward and taking him as deep as I can. I pull back, running my tongue along his length before going back in again, tasting his essence in the back of my throat. I start to use my hand, stroking him as I work just the tip. Groans vibrate from his chest and his hand finds my shoulder, his nails digging in. He pushes me away, taking a deep breath before looking down at me and smiling.
“No, no, no,” he tsks. “You’ve already had my come in your mouth, baby.” He steps away and gets onto my bed, lying down on his back. “Sit on this dick, let me fill you up.”
I get to my feet with a smirk, and crawl over to him, throwing a leg over him and hovering above his thick cock. My hands lay flat on his chest as I sink down on him, letting out a sigh as he sucks in a sharp breath.
Fuck, how he feels so good I do not understand.
I begin to rock forward, his thumb finding my clit. My eyes flutter shut as I focus on how good he feels.
“You like this, don’t you?”
“Mhm,” I mutter, rocking my hips, an orgasm building.
“Is this how he did it?” He presses harder with his thumb, letting me know exactly what he’s talking about. I cry out at the sudden jolt of pleasure that rushes through me. “You thinking about him, baby?”
I shake my head as I keep rocking my hips, chasing an orgasm that is so, so close. “No,” I say, not completely lying. I’m not thinking of fucking Michael, I would never think of him or anyone else while Jonathan was inside of me, but I’m thinking of how much Jonathan liked watching me. And that thought, mixed with his finger on my clit, and his cock buried as far as it’ll go, is what sends me over the edge. My fingers dig into his chest as I try to keep up my movements, holding back the ache I feel in my hand that’s still recovering from the knife cut, but my body is refusing to work as the orgasm tears through every inch of me. “That’s it, come all over Daddy’s cock. Good girl,” he says.
My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, my legs are trembling as I try to keep rocking against him. He grips my hips, holding them still. “Tired so soon, sweet girl?” He laughs, flipping us over so I’m on my back, the quick motion gives me a sudden burst of energy and my eyes fly open, finding his mouth only inches from mine.
Once.
I’ve only ever kissed him once. I reach my hand up, brushing my fingers down the side of his face, dragging my thumb along his bottom lip. Reaching around to the back of his neck, I pull him forward, crashing my lips to his and wrapping my legs around his waist as he starts to thrust into me again. He tries to pull away, but I don’t let him. I’ve waited forever to have him like this, every inch of him pressed against me and nothing in my life has ever felt better.
I moan into his mouth as he fucks me the way he wants, hard and fast, hitting all the right spots inside of me. Nipping on my bottom lip, his breathing becomes heavier. Panting, his lips stay on mine but I can barely call it kissing. His body starts to tremble and I feel it the second he starts to come. Releasing himself deep inside of me, he stills, grinding his hips against me and groaning into my lips.
He presses his forehead to mine as we both try to catch our breath.
“No more games, baby,” he says.
“No more games,” I promise.