Daddy’s Nervous Little by Jess Winters

CHAPTER 5

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wendy

He looks at me for several moments without answering. In his eyes there is hunger and power, so much power it frightens me almost as much as it turns me on. All that power is restrained though, and despite my pretty danged obvious invitation he sits still, eyes travelling hungrily while his hands remain maddeningly far away. It’s almost like I feel them traveling over my neck, my shoulders. I can feel them focusing on my nipples. I see them wandering down to my pussy and it’s overwhelming  how I can almost feel him. I grow even more desperate for him, even more unable to function.

I narrow my eyes and say mischievously, “It’s polite to answer when someone asks you a question, Daddy.”

He looks at me for a second, his expression so feral I almost apologize.

I’m glad I didn’t.

In an instant he grabs me and lifts me off the ground, one hand supporting my ass while the other grips my breast hard. I gasp, partially from the pain, but more from the surge of electricity that reverberates through my pussy at his touch. I wrap my legs around him and grab his face, pulling it to me and kissing him feverishly. His hand travels from my breast up to my neck, down to my navel, around my waist and up my back. He is rough, but somehow gentle at the same time – aggressive, but tender and sweet. I feel my pussy throbbing with need and pull away to beg him to fuck me, please fuck me, but all that comes out is a gasp and a moan because as soon as our lips part, his close around my nipple.

I’ve had guys go down on me before. It’s one of my favorite things, in fact. I love the way a man can move his tongue ever so slightly and cause my whole body to shiver with pleasure. Something about the feel of a man’s mouth on my pussy is as intimate as it is titillating. After sex with Devin, he would often finish me with his mouth.

Lawrence’s mouth isn’t even on my clit and I already feel like I’m going to cum. Cascades of pleasure seem to pulse from my nipple and clit at the same time, rippling through me like little shockwaves. I gasp and moan, unable to form a coherent thought as his lips and tongue work miracles on me. I run my hands through his hair, over his face, down his shoulders and back, anywhere and everywhere, while he brings me right to the brink of orgasm, then lets me down, then brings me right back.

He’s not even touching my pussy!

I can’t believe it, but I begin to feel an orgasm building. My calves begin to tingle and a warm sensation grows deep in my belly. His hand moves in circles over my lower belly, causing the muscles to contract and sending more waves of pleasure to ripple through my body and collide with the waves coming from my nipple and my still untouched clit.

“Oh God,” I finally gasp. “Lawrence, my… Lawrence! Fuck, how are you doing this?”

In response he lowers his hand between my legs. His fingertips graze softly over my clit and—

“Oh my GOD!”

My entire body seizes up as pleasure pools from every pore of my body, centering in a spot deep inside my pussy. For a brief, beautiful moment it remains there, then it shatters. He’s made me cum with only the very slightest touch on my clit. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.

Never before!

I can’t breathe for a moment. Hell, I can’t do anything at all for a moment. Finally, I manage to gulp in air and I let it out loudly.

“Oh my God!” I shout again. Then I can only scream as my legs shake uncontrollably and my stomach tightens and tightens and tightens, my body jerking and spasming from sensations greater than any I have ever experienced.

He hasn’t even gone inside me yet, and he’s already the best sex I’ve ever had.

His fingers continue to gently graze across my clit, sending almost unbearable pulses of sensation through me. My hands beat at his back, gripping and clawing, struggling to find something to hold on to to survive the waves of pleasure that threaten to overwhelm me.

My pussy squeezes, desperate for something to grip while the orgasm rages on. The fact that it is empty keeps me desperate for more, although I have no idea how I’ll manage to survive any more. I barely manage to whisper, “I want you inside me, Daddy. Please.”

Without warning he thrusts into me. I am so focused on my own orgasm I didn’t even see when he took his pants off. When he enters me my climax peaks again and if I thought I was cumming hard before, it was nothing compared to the completeness of the pleasure I feel over every inch of me.

He is thick and hard, and he thrusts deep. So deep it is almost painful, but with each thrust it’s as though I cum again and now that my pussy finally has something to wrap itself around the pleasure that runs through the rest of my body is intensified beyond belief. Not that the pleasure in my pussy isn’t incredible as well. I can feel it spasm and shiver around his cock as the orgasm sends bolts of electricity through the muscles in my thighs and groin.

He thrusts deep and hard, one hand remaining on my ass while the other rests on my navel. My orgasm rages on and I grip his face, look into his eyes, and say, “Oh Daddy, yes!”

It’s all I have time to say. His other hand, the one not supporting me, presses gently into my lower belly, somehow enhancing the sensations in my pussy a hundredfold. When he moves his hand in slow, deep circles my orgasm explodes again. He thrusts deep into me and stays there, moving in short quick thrusts, keeping his cock deep inside me and stimulating the deepest part of my pussy with the head of his cock.

I gasp breathily as my orgasm takes me to even greater heights. His hand travels up my body and wraps around my neck. When he squeezes I can’t believe it, but I feel my orgasm building once more. I’m not sure how another orgasm can build in the middle of a powerful orgasm, but it does. “Cum for me, little girl,” he growls. “Cum hard for me.”

I don’t exist anymore. I am only an extension of Lawrence’s will, a collection of sensations and nerve endings completely and utterly under his control. There is no terror in the thought, only beauty and peace and—

He squeezes a little harder and the orgasm that follows is so strong I nearly black out. With my last ounce of consciousness I manage to whisper, “Cum deep inside me, Daddy.”

Then I hear him cry out and feel his cock pulsing inside me. I don’t know how I manage to find the strength, but the feel of him twitching in my pussy lends me a sudden burst of energy and I grind my hips crazily over him, desperate to make him feel at least a fraction of the pleasure he’s made me feel.

He cries out as I move and I grab his face again, still grinding on him and I say over and over again, “Yes. Yes, Daddy. Cum for me. Cum in your pussy, Daddy. Fill your pussy.”

I’ve never talked dirty like this for anyone else before, and even though this is still technically our first date, I already know I’ll never talk this way for anyone else again.