“Do you want Daddy to make you come?” He lightly pressed his lips to my clit, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head.
“Yes!” I nodded quickly.
“Beg for it.” He made a wide circle around my clit that avoided touching the tight bundle of nerves.
“Please…” I tried to chase his tongue by moving my hips. “Please make me come, Daddy.”
Walker pressed his fingers to my clit and pushed the hood away. I felt his breath first, then his tongue. An instant wave of euphoria surged through my body. It was way better than my finger. There was no comparison at all. He started to move his tongue in a circle, and my hips lifted off the bed. I had never felt anything so incredible before in my life. It made my head spin, my body ache, and my soul was set on fire. I expected him to be the kind of man that just took what he wanted—and I expected it to hurt since I was still a virgin. Instead, he was introducing me to a world of pleasure I never imagined. The moment I tasted that bliss, I knew I was addicted. He hadn’t even made me come, and I was already his—he could do anything to me that he wanted. My pulse was racing, and my heart was pounding hard in my chest. It felt like my brain was being rewired to crave what he was doing to me—and the craving got stronger as his tongue got faster.
“It feels really good, Daddy.” I put my hands on his head. “You’re gonna make me come…”
“So many times…” He pulled his tongue away, and his finger started to push into the entrance of my pussy. “Then you’re going to give me this—you’re going to beg me to take your virginity.”
“Yes!” I nodded quickly.
His tongue returned to my clit, and he started to tease the outside of my pussy with his finger. I was so wet that it wasn’t hard for him to slide his finger into my tightness. Each time the pleasure peaked from his tongue; I felt my pussy squeeze his finger. I could tell it excited him to feel that—he was probably thinking about how good it would feel when he had something much thicker than a finger inside me. I couldn’t focus on that—his tongue was making it hard to focus on anything except the pleasure surging through my body.
I felt a pressure building inside me. It was the same pressure that I felt before I erupted in bliss when I masturbated—but it was a lot more intense. It was pure lust when I made myself come. Getting to that point with Walker was different—it was emotional and passionate at the same time. The pressure built and my muscles started to get tight—they got so tight that my entire body trembled. I could normally push myself over the edge quickly when I got to that point, but he was in control of my orgasm—he prolonged the climax by slowing down the rotations of his tongue and making the peak last longer than I ever imagined was possible. It made my body ache, but in a very good way. I felt suspended on the edge of true euphoria, dangling on a string like a puppet under his control.
“Daddy please—I need to come!” I whimpered and started trying to move my hips against his tongue to chase the pleasure I craved.
“You’ll come when I let you.” His tone was firmer than before—and that made me even more excited.
He squeezed my inner thighs and held me against the bed so that I couldn’t move my hips or squirm. His tongue started to lightly graze my clit, move along the edge of my pussy lips, and then he pushed his tongue inside me until it was almost against my hymen. I felt like I was being tortured. Everything he did felt incredible, but it wasn’t enough to make me come. I tried to wrap both hands around the back of his head and force his tongue where I wanted it, but he was too strong for me to budge. He gave me the agonizing pleasure for what felt like an eternity. It could have been minutes—it could have been hours. I was lost in a fever with my whole body surging as I begged for the sweet release that would bring me the pleasure I craved most.
“Please—please let me come.” I tried to buck my hips, but he kept me pinned to the bed. “Daddy, please—I need it. I need it really bad.”
“You’re so cute when you beg, but I don’t hear much conviction.” He chuckled under his breath. “Yet.”
I didn’t know how I could demonstrate more conviction than the whimpers and moans resonating from my throat when I pleaded for my release. I started to wonder if he was just enjoying the torment that he was inflicting. My body was completely under his control. His grip was like a vise on both of my thighs. It didn’t hurt, but there was no way I could get away from him. The pressure had built up so much that it was just a tight ball inside me, ballooned past the point of being comfortable, yet the pleasure surged every time I felt his tongue. I just needed him to take me over that edge so I could melt into the orgasm my body craved. More time passed—like sand through the hourglass of my unending turmoil. Something inside me changed. I couldn’t just beg anymore—I was ready to scream.
“I’ll do anything if you just let me come!” I moved my hips as much as I could, but it wasn’t enough to shift the direction of his tongue.
“Anything?” He flicked his tongue against my clit hard enough for my eyes to roll from the intensity of the pleasure.
“Yes!” I nodded quickly.
“You’ll give me this pretty little virgin pussy all night long?” He slid his tongue down to the entrance circled it. “I can take it as many times as I want?”
“Yes!” I moaned and nodded again.
“You’ll spread your legs like a good girl and beg for Daddy’s cock?” He clicked his tongue against my clit.
“Anything you want, Daddy.” I exhaled sharply. “I’ll say anything—I’ll do anything—just please let me come!”
“I want you to spend the night with me.” He circled my clit. “I want to wake up next to you tomorrow.”
Not exactly what I expected…
“Okay, Daddy.” I squeezed my eyes shut and felt my arms shake from a single rotation of his tongue around my clit.
“You’ll spend the day with me tomorrow too.” He circled my clit again. “You’re mine until Monday morning when I drop you off for your first class.”
“I…” My mind was spinning, but I was so lost in desire that I couldn’t help but agree. “ Okay, I’ll spend the day with you tomorrow too!”
“Good girl. Now that you’ve agreed to give me what I want—I’ll make you come.” He pressed his tongue to my clit and started circling it faster than he had all night.
He was in control. There was no doubt about that. I was already addicted to the pleasure he sent coursing through my veins, and he was trying to turn me into a junkie. All I could do was offer my body to him for the taking. I was his until Monday morning. I wasn’t just going to lose my virginity; I was a slave to his desires. His tongue brought me to the edge of bliss that I had been lingering on for so long, and then he kept going. He didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down. He just moving his tongue in a quick circle while levels of pleasure I never imagined swept through my veins. The peak came—then it soared to new heights. My body shook, and my mouth opened wide. A scream was torn from my soul. I crashed into the orgasm so hard I lost the ability to see, and everything went dark.
“Oh fuck! Oh my fucking—Daddy!” I threw my head back and screamed again.
Endorphins poured through my veins like a faucet had been opened as the orgasm seized control of my body. I jerked and squirmed, but he held me in place. His tongue kept moving against my clit as the pleasure made every nerve ending in my body come to life. It lasted for so fucking long. It wasn’t a climax; it was a life-changing experience. I was weary and weak when the bliss finally started to fade, and I blinked away the darkness that had clouded my vision. I didn’t want to move. I felt like I was floating on a cloud. He kissed his way back up to my neck, but I was so numb that I barely felt his lips. His strong arms wrapped around my body and pulled me close against his chest. It felt safe—like it was the most natural place to be in the entire world.
“That was—incredible.” I finally moved my lips enough to form words.
“We’re just getting started.” He leaned forward and kissed my shoulder.
“I told you I was going to worship your body and that’s exactly what I intend to do.”
I have a feeling that he means it—and that tonight is going to be more than just one I never forget.
7
Walker
I wasn’t entirely convinced that I was going to bring Lauren back to my place when I picked her up. She was beautiful, and I was very attracted to her, but I wanted to make the date special. Seduction didn’t always have to end in the bedroom—sometimes it was a tease of things to come that would linger for a while before the desire was overwhelming. Spending time with her turned out to be easier than I expected. It was clear that she didn’t want to be dropped off at her place when the date was over, and when she told me that she was still a virgin, all bets were off.
I had never been with a virgin before. The thought of being Lauren’s first was intoxicating. I could make her first time very special. She deserved someone experienced—someone that would worship those gorgeous curves. Guys her age were just looking for a release. I remembered what that was like too, but I had learned how to truly appreciate a woman. The desire was simmering in her eyes before I kissed her. I felt the way her body reacted to me. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her.
“You’re really going to keep me here all weekend?” Lauren opened her eyes after resting in my arms for nearly twenty minutes.
“I am.” I nodded and kissed her shoulder. “I was serious when I said you’re mine until Monday morning.”
“Is this what you normally do to the women you bring home? You tease them until they give you anything you want?” A slight grin formed on the edge of her lips.
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “You’re special—and your first time should be one that you never forget for the right reasons.”
Sometimes I don’t even let the women I bring home stay for breakfast—but my bed has been cold for longer than I’d like to admit.
I kissed my way up to Lauren’s neck and started to tease her again. She was exhausted from her first taste of real pleasure, but I had so much more planned for her before the night was over—then she would be mine for the rest of the weekend. My hands explored her body while I teased her with my lips. I loved the way her delicate skin felt—loved the way she squirmed when I teased a ticklish curve. She had no idea what she liked yet, but I was going to learn where every pleasure spot was on her body. Some were obvious but I liked the hidden spots—the ones that most men wouldn’t bother to figure out. I had already learned that running my finger down the length of her arm made her shudder—that squeezing her ass was enough to make her moan—and something came to life in her eyes when I roughly pinned her to the bed. All of that needed to be explored—until I figured out what lingered beneath the surface of her desire.
“I think I’m going to tease you a little more.” I moved my fingers along her inner thigh and circled the outer perimeter of her pussy.
“That’s not fair.” She squirmed and moaned. “Why do you get to have all the fun?”
“I think you’re enjoying this as much as I am.” I pressed my finger to her clit and moved it in a quick circle.
“I am.” She gasped, but then I felt her hand moving down my stomach. “I want to tease you too…”
“Ah, you want to see what kind of toy Daddy has for you to play with?” I shifted until I was on my back. “You’re more than welcome to play—you can even kiss it if you want.”
“I think I’m going to.” She leaned over and started kissing my chest. “Too bad you don’t have any fudge for me to lick off.”
“I knew I should have gotten one of those to go…” I exhaled sharply when her lips started to move down my abdominal muscles.
I would have enjoyed teasing Lauren a little more, but the thought of those perfectly pouty lips wrapped around my cock was too enticing to ignore. I certainly planned to get them wrapped around it before the weekend was over, but I didn’t expect it to happen that fast. I figured she would need some coaxing since she had never done that before. I definitely didn’t expect her to offer it. My belt was already unfastened and hanging loose. Her fingers moved to the waistband of my pants, and she started to unbutton them.
I kicked off my shoes once she started moving my pants down my hips and lifted up so she would slide them down my thighs. My cock was already hard and pressed against the fabric, and it engorged once there was nothing to hold it in place except a thin pair of silk boxers. My pants hit the floor, and then she started kissing her way up my leg. She teased my inner thigh with her tongue and squeezed my cock through my boxer shorts.
“It’s—really big.” Her eyes opened wide when she wrapped her fingers around my girth.
“Hearing that will never upset me, but you don’t have anything to compare it to…” I chuckled under my breath.
“True—but I’ve watched a few dirty movies with my friends.” She grinned and pressed her lips to the silk fabric that was stretched around my cock.
She kept my dick in her hand and started to move her lips against the silk. It felt incredible. She might have been a virgin, but she definitely knew how to tease. My cock throbbed in anticipation of feeling those soft lips on my bare skin. She lightly kissed the entire length until she reached my balls, and then started moving her lips back towards the head. I started to squirm. It felt good, but I wanted more than just a tease. My hands moved down to the waistband of my boxers, and I tried to slide them down, but she pushed my hands away. I teased her—and it seemed that I wasn’t going to get what I wanted until I had paid the price. I let my hands fall to the side and tried to just enjoy what she was doing.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like it when you’re the one being teased?” She leaned up and smiled.
“It just feels really good.” I shifted my hips and sighed.
“Don’t worry; I’ll make you come when I feel like you have suffered long enough.” She pressed her lips to my cock again.
Damn, maybe I have met my match here…
Lauren left lipstick and saliva on my boxers as she continued to tease me with her lips. She was definitely making me suffer. I could feel the pleasure, but it was muted through the silk. It was like a craving that got more intense as the minutes passed. My cock was throbbing and begging for relief. It was erect, but it ached from the prison that the fabric formed. I tried to shift so that the head would push through the flap on the front, but she kept adjusting my boxers to prevent it. I could tell from the look in her eyes and the grin on the edge of her lips that she was thoroughly enjoying herself. If she wanted to make me regret what I did, she was accomplishing that, but she was playing with fire—I was going to make her suffer even more when my time came again. I just couldn’t focus on that with her lips sending constant surges of muted pleasure through my body. She learned quickly for a virgin.
“Come on, I didn’t tease you this much.” I groaned when her lips reached the bottom of my shaft and rubbed against my balls.
“You teased me a lot more than this.” She kissed her way back up the shaft. “I seem to remember you teasing me so much that I promised you anything that you wanted—what kind of promises are you going to make to me—Daddy?”
“What do you want?” I shifted my hips and exhaled sharply. “Diamonds? Pearls? Name it…”
“I’m not a girl you get to buy with fancy things.” She shook her head back and forth. “That might work for all those Hollywood starlets you bring home—but I don’t want something that you can buy from a store.”
“What do you want?” My abdominal muscles flexed, and I rolled forward when she flicked her tongue against the tender spot below the head of my cock.
“I want a second date.” She teased the tender spot again. “If you’re going to keep me here until Monday, then I want you to take me out again tomorrow night.”
“Is that all?” I blinked in surprise.
“Promise me that, and I’ll pull these down.” She dug her fingers into my boxer shorts.
“Okay
.” I nodded quickly. “I’ll take you out on a date tomorrow!”
It was a small price to pay—especially when I was churning with so much desire after she teased me. She made good on her promise. The instant that I agreed to take her out on a second date, she started to pull my boxers down. My cock immediately got thicker without the fabric prison to keep it contained. Lauren kissed her way back up my thighs once my boxers were on the ground, and then she pressed her lips to my balls. They were extremely tight from the pressure that had built up from her constant torment. She circled both of them with her tongue and then started kissing my pelvis. Her lips were avoiding my cock entirely—which I immediately noticed. My agony wasn’t over—she was still depriving me of what I craved most—her gorgeous lips stretched around my girth.
“I gave you what you wanted.” I gasped and my cock throbbed. “I thought that was going to be enough.”
“Maybe I want more.” She opened her mouth and moved it along my length without letting her lips touch my skin.
“What else is there?” I exhaled sharply.
“You decided that I was going to be yours for the weekend—why does it have to stop when Monday morning gets here? Why can’t I come back after I’m done with my classes?” She moved her lips to the other side of my shaft, and I felt her breath as she slid down the length without touching it.
“That—doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all.” I could feel myself getting wrapped around her finger, but I didn’t care.
“Maybe you could take me out next weekend too?” She lifted up and tilted her head slightly. “You agree to that and once I make you come—I’ll swallow every drop.”
“Oh fuck…” My eyes opened wide. “Okay. You got it.”
She was fully aware of the power she had over me—how those lips made me crave more—and apparently, she watched the right dirty movies. I was her willing victim. The role was reversed, and I was no longer in control of anything. She didn’t ask for diamonds and pearls. That would have been easy—instead; she was bringing us together in the future. She was telling me that she liked me and enjoyed our time together without actually saying it. She wouldn’t have asked for another date, a trip to my house after school on Monday, or for me to take her out the next weekend unless she did. I wasn’t really prepared for a relationship. That road had been walked until the pavement cracked. I did like spending time with Lauren though, so maybe it was time to open my eyes to the possibility of life after Jamison Thorn.
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