[I feel like I'm letting Richard kick a puppy over and over, oh lord poor Salome.]
Oh, he wants her. And not a single problem will be had continuing to want her, continuing to love her in this way, while he is with Delilah. And she won't like it, the poor girl, but the way he loves her now is as much as she can hope for from him. Especially right now, Christ, any man who falls in love with a sixteen-year-old girl, no matter her relation or lack thereof, is a complete sap, or a nut, or both. Likewise, he can only hope she'll grow out of this phase of being in love with him; he can only guide her through it as best he can, do what he can to neutralize the damage that's no doubt unavoidable, and lessen it in the future.
Richard chuckles gently, hips arching up against hers with increasing fervor, now, the last of his self-control burning away to leave nothing behind. "We're alike in many ways, oh little apple of my eye. So many." Those little nips inspire a symphony of sighs and groans, the sensations mingling with the ones she squeezes from his cock. "It's a good thing you waited, baby, if you were much younger daddy would have had to tell you 'no'. And you know he hates doing that."
A sharp sigh peels from his lips and his hand dances between her legs, even the clumsiest, newest motions of that sweet young body of hers so beautiful he can't bear it. His free hand strokes up and down her leg, her back, that adorable, pert little ass; everywhere he can touch, he touches as though the palms of his hands had tastebuds. Finally, his hand presses firmly against her abdomen, angling her back, his thumb lowering to stroke her clit while she slides up and down his shaft with a pressure and pace that makes him feel as though he's been lobotomized.
"Oh, baby, sweet Salome, your poor daddy can't take much longer." He groans, leaning forward to suckle upon her lips while sparks of surreality fly behind his eyes. "Come on, baby, cum for me, just one last time for now, and daddy will fill that pretty little cunt up with his cum because you're his, aren't you, oh, Salome, all mine, mine, such a good girl, coming to your daddy for this." A fire blazes behind his eyes, spread from the one that burns along his flesh, the pressure building in his skull until he feels it's nearly impossible to resist. He makes hard, intense eye contact with her, the hand that isn't against her abdomen reaching up to fit against the curve of her cheek.
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Oh, he wants her. And not a single problem will be had continuing to want her, continuing to love her in this way, while he is with Delilah. And she won't like it, the poor girl, but the way he loves her now is as much as she can hope for from him. Especially right now, Christ, any man who falls in love with a sixteen-year-old girl, no matter her relation or lack thereof, is a complete sap, or a nut, or both. Likewise, he can only hope she'll grow out of this phase of being in love with him; he can only guide her through it as best he can, do what he can to neutralize the damage that's no doubt unavoidable, and lessen it in the future.
Richard chuckles gently, hips arching up against hers with increasing fervor, now, the last of his self-control burning away to leave nothing behind. "We're alike in many ways, oh little apple of my eye. So many." Those little nips inspire a symphony of sighs and groans, the sensations mingling with the ones she squeezes from his cock. "It's a good thing you waited, baby, if you were much younger daddy would have had to tell you 'no'. And you know he hates doing that."
A sharp sigh peels from his lips and his hand dances between her legs, even the clumsiest, newest motions of that sweet young body of hers so beautiful he can't bear it. His free hand strokes up and down her leg, her back, that adorable, pert little ass; everywhere he can touch, he touches as though the palms of his hands had tastebuds. Finally, his hand presses firmly against her abdomen, angling her back, his thumb lowering to stroke her clit while she slides up and down his shaft with a pressure and pace that makes him feel as though he's been lobotomized.
"Oh, baby, sweet Salome, your poor daddy can't take much longer." He groans, leaning forward to suckle upon her lips while sparks of surreality fly behind his eyes. "Come on, baby, cum for me, just one last time for now, and daddy will fill that pretty little cunt up with his cum because you're his, aren't you, oh, Salome, all mine, mine, such a good girl, coming to your daddy for this." A fire blazes behind his eyes, spread from the one that burns along his flesh, the pressure building in his skull until he feels it's nearly impossible to resist. He makes hard, intense eye contact with her, the hand that isn't against her abdomen reaching up to fit against the curve of her cheek.
"Let me hear you scream for me, babydoll."