"I do, my God, Salome." He chuckles warmly, mouth nuzzling against hers. "I've never felt a girl get so wet so fast." Oh, she's so good for his ego. And even better when she has that first, unexpected little climax that almost gets him laughing from surprise because it arrives so fast and after so few touches, but he swallows it down to avoid making her feel self-conscious. Because that's a quality that's right up there with 'over-emotional' when it comes to ones he expects from a teenage girl.
The way she bites her lip practically seizes his heart, and he grins, the touch of his hand pausing to give her a second to ride out her orgasm. "Good girl, oh, that's my good little angel, doesn't that feel nice." And it looks nice, too, better than nice, the beast inside him snarling like a feral animal struggling to escape a cage that must stay strong lest the monster it contains overwhelm her. His pulse pounds in his skull and into the very tips of his fingers, the sight of her glorious, glorious. Every beat of his heart is another throb in his pants, but the agony is practically pleasurable as he imagines her curled in bed all these years, dreaming of him while getting to know herself.
Then comes that kiss, and he pushes one back, harder, his tongue exploring the recesses of her mouth with utterly tender, vile appetite. When his mouth tilts away so he can take a breath, he grins. "Don't be shy." His fingers plunge again between those lips, brushing over every soft, soaked patch of skin, dancing around her clit and brushing up against it so as to prevent the stimulus from being overwhelming while he warms her back up. "You don't have to be quiet with me. You shouldn't be quiet with me, daddy wants to hear you moan and scream for him." His words are punctuated by two firm brushes over that little bundle of nerves. "That's how he knows he's making you feel good." Both fingers focus on her clit, now, massaging against it, her pussy so slick beneath his skin that he could nearly sob.
He kisses his way back down her throat, his free hand sliding flat against her stomach as he makes his way between her legs. Lips parting, he takes a deep breath, more a gasp, of appreciation for the sight of her. His fingers spread her wide and he bends his head, pressing a chaste kiss against her cunt that looks like a filthy mockery of his pecks of paternal affection. Then, jaw falling open, the flat of his tongue strokes in one long, agonizing lap, covering the entire length of that beautiful valley between her legs, the taste of her pure, practically sweet in his exaggerating mind's eye, infinitely scrumptious. Richard groans, nuzzling his lips against her, almost panting.
"Salome, Salome, you taste good enough to eat, my God." His arms slip beneath her thighs, pulling her close against a mouth that works with the ravenous fervor of a starving animal coming upon a banquet. His eyes stay firmly locked upon hers, written with wonder as much as lust that increases exponentially by the very second. God, his precious little girl, his favorite worldly treasure, somehow she's managed in an instant to increase her value beyond measure.
The first boyfriend who fucks her is going to end up dead in a gutter.
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Date: 2012-07-29 08:29 pm (UTC)The way she bites her lip practically seizes his heart, and he grins, the touch of his hand pausing to give her a second to ride out her orgasm. "Good girl, oh, that's my good little angel, doesn't that feel nice." And it looks nice, too, better than nice, the beast inside him snarling like a feral animal struggling to escape a cage that must stay strong lest the monster it contains overwhelm her. His pulse pounds in his skull and into the very tips of his fingers, the sight of her glorious, glorious. Every beat of his heart is another throb in his pants, but the agony is practically pleasurable as he imagines her curled in bed all these years, dreaming of him while getting to know herself.
Then comes that kiss, and he pushes one back, harder, his tongue exploring the recesses of her mouth with utterly tender, vile appetite. When his mouth tilts away so he can take a breath, he grins. "Don't be shy." His fingers plunge again between those lips, brushing over every soft, soaked patch of skin, dancing around her clit and brushing up against it so as to prevent the stimulus from being overwhelming while he warms her back up. "You don't have to be quiet with me. You shouldn't be quiet with me, daddy wants to hear you moan and scream for him." His words are punctuated by two firm brushes over that little bundle of nerves. "That's how he knows he's making you feel good." Both fingers focus on her clit, now, massaging against it, her pussy so slick beneath his skin that he could nearly sob.
He kisses his way back down her throat, his free hand sliding flat against her stomach as he makes his way between her legs. Lips parting, he takes a deep breath, more a gasp, of appreciation for the sight of her. His fingers spread her wide and he bends his head, pressing a chaste kiss against her cunt that looks like a filthy mockery of his pecks of paternal affection. Then, jaw falling open, the flat of his tongue strokes in one long, agonizing lap, covering the entire length of that beautiful valley between her legs, the taste of her pure, practically sweet in his exaggerating mind's eye, infinitely scrumptious. Richard groans, nuzzling his lips against her, almost panting.
"Salome, Salome, you taste good enough to eat, my God." His arms slip beneath her thighs, pulling her close against a mouth that works with the ravenous fervor of a starving animal coming upon a banquet. His eyes stay firmly locked upon hers, written with wonder as much as lust that increases exponentially by the very second. God, his precious little girl, his favorite worldly treasure, somehow she's managed in an instant to increase her value beyond measure.
The first boyfriend who fucks her is going to end up dead in a gutter.