by Celia Crown
A childish laugh makes her eyes curve eagerly, “Thank you, but I think I’ll stay. I have so much I want to do! So many ideas, so little time!”
My hand falls on the dip of her waist, kneading the softness there. It brings out a giggle as she squirms, I smile when her wiggling shuffles her closer to my body.
“I’ll stay with you, darling,” I say, and when she opens her mouth to object, I beat her to it.
“Someone has to keep an eye on you or you would be up all night.”
I see her blink and scrunch up her nose, she gazes up at me with bright eyes.
She says, “I promise I won’t stay up too late.”
I don’t believe a word she said, “Really.”
Lolita stubbornly nods, “Yes.”
“I’m still staying.” I tighten my arm around her, “It’s not safe to be by yourself.”
The young girl cocks her head, delicate lashes fanning over her hazel eyes.
I reach up and run my fingers along her supple cheek, she stands with a stare that strikes a cord in my heart. There’s something about this girl that scares me, I fear that her eyes will no longer look for me as time goes on.
I crave her constant attention, the need to have her hands running on the hard lines of my body is potent.
“Don’t you want to go home?” her small finger draws a pattern on my chest.
My chest rumbles, “Not without you.”
Soft cheeks redden, and I lean down to kiss her forehead. “I have to know you’re safe or I would go mad, darling. You’re so important to me.”
Lolita’s voice trembles, “I am?”
“Yes,” I harden my voice, the resolve in it makes her dazed and I take advantage of it to hug her to my chest.
“You and your quirky little habits make up my day.”
Her giggle is hushed in my chest, she lifts her head up for me to see the glistening hazel eyes filling with chirpiness.
“You make my day too.” her words are quick and jumbled, but I could decipher them.
My darling is digressing again, such an adorable little thing.
“I like being with you, you make delicious sweets and you’re so talented! I wish someone would become my personal chef, Kelly said it’s unhealthy for me to eat so much frozen food. You’re the highlight of my day, I really like touching your body—for art, for art, and I like spending time with you.” her high-pitched voice begins to taper off faintly with a blush on her cheeks.
My blood flows with joy, I could die a happy man right now. Lolita is ready for me, she’s ready to be mine in every possible way. She already is, she just doesn’t fully understand it yet without me confirming it.
I know she belongs to me in my own way, but Lolita is a bit naïve when it comes to men and romance.
That’s fine with me, I can show her how my love can be an inspiration to her art.
Pulling back from her, I inhale deeply to settle down my frayed nerves. I want to rip her clothes off and spread her ass to bury my face in her pussy right on this eating table, except I would be eating her cunt and drinking up her sweet juices.
A distressed noise stumbles out of Lolita’s lips and her brows furrow in confusion when I move back.
I soothe her troubled face with words, I can’t afford to touch her and keep my sanity.
“Darling, you do things to me.” I keep it vague with her head tilting owlishly.
The two little buns on top of her head are like antennas that follow her moves, normal girls want to look mature and refined, but my darling is in a world of her own. She can wear those two buns on her head and I would still fantasize about the smell of her pussy on my face.
“I do?” more confused expressions flash over her face, it gets funnier over time because they’re so quick and vivid.
“Are they bad things?” a flicker of horror comes on as she gasps, “Is it because I ate a lemon that one time? Oh, I knew it was weird. Kelly said I’m on a new level of creepiness.”
I massage her neck, it successfully calms her jumpy worries down. “You charmed me, darling.”
She stays quiet with her big eyes locking with mine.
“I want you, Lolita.” I admit, and her eyes fly wide open at my confession, “I want to touch you, take your clothes off and fuck your little pussy. I’m constantly hard around you, I think about breeding your virgin cunt with my cum filling you up so much that you’re sore, leaking, and stretched open.”
I cup her hot face, her lips wobble in speechlessness as unintelligible noises vibrate from her throat.
“Those are the things you do to me.”
Lolita stammers and squawks, unable to articulate a solid word. I smile in dark glee, how good to see my effect on my precious girl.
“You’re my darling, aren’t you?” I push her bottom lip with my thumb.
She instantly nods, peeking at me from her thick lashes.
“You will listen to me and only me, right?” I continue.
Lolita agrees with a noise; her little pink tongue sneaks out and licks a small patch of my thumb.
My cock throbs painfully in my pants, desperate to be released and find his snug home in her pussy.
“Kiss me,” I command her as I lower my vocals to a purr.
She holds my hand with both her smaller ones, one lacing our fingers together while the other one uses my wrist as support. Lolita stands on her tiptoes and her hazel eyes get swallowed by her lashes, she leans in while I meet her halfway.
I’m too tall for her to kiss me without help, I am relishing on the differences of our body. I’m all laborious muscles and gruffness while she’s delicately soft and naivety.
Plump lips press on mine, she’s stiff and straining as she doesn’t know what to do. She pulls back on her feet before shuffling them anxiously.
“Never kissed anyone?” I stroke her cheek.
She shakes her head; the tip of her ears is red, and I adore her even more. She’s untouched in every aspect and I’m more obsessed with her pure innocence that’s waiting for me to violate and devour.
“No, I’m sorry,” she whispers.
My lips twist into a wicked grin, a smoldering desire burns hotly in my body as I whisper back into her ear.
“That’s alright, darling. I’ll teach you.”
She shudders in my arms and fists my shirt in her tiny hands, her hazel eyes shining brighter with curious flickers.
“Do you want to be mine?” I kiss her lips; her mouth opens with a squeeze from my hand.
She whines, “Yeah, yours.”
Her thighs clams shut as I slightly wedge my legs between them, the heat of her cunt is warm and moist as she naughtily grinds on me. Tossing her on the table and shredding away her little sundress would be so easy, she would be splayed out like a delicious meal for me to feast on.
Though not until we are in the privacy of the tattoo shop, it’s not the best setting to what I want to do with her fragile body, but it will make do. She wants to stay there, I don’t have the heart to tell her no.
Eager mewls stumble clumsily out her lips as a jolt surprises her body, I rub a hand down her back.
“My darling girl, you listen to everything I say. When I tell you to spread your legs, I expect to see your pretty pussy open for me,” I say, crashing our lips together.
Her tongue is no match for me as I take her bottom lip and bites down on them. A wanton moan causes a bead of cum dribbling out of my length and smearing on the briefs.
“Answer me,” I growl, she shivers in my arms and nods frantically.
“Yes, I understand.” Lolita whimpers, glossy eyes blinking rapidly.
I nod, satisfied for now. The café only has a dim light on that shines dully in the eerily dark space, I give her one last wet kiss with tongue and a handprint on her neck.
“Stay right here, I don’t want to see your ass off this chair until I come back.” I push her down on her seat and turn her to the abandoned dessert.
“Finish them,” I purr
in her ear, my back bent with an arm around her chair. “Later, I will have my dessert.”
Chapter Three
Lolita
I don’t turn on the lights to the tattoo parlor, the area is dark and silent as the only thing I hear is my pounding heart and muted footsteps up the stairs.
There are eyes on my butt, Jackson’s gaze is not easily ignored and my heart beats harder. The door to my temporary home comes to sight and I open the door to a room filled with colorful fairy lights, they help me concentrate rather than the harsh lamplight on the work table.
Jackson goes up to the stack of notebooks with drawings on them, he flips one open and stares down on it. I shift my weight and twirl my fingers nervously, he has never seen the early stages of my work and I want to run up to slam the book shut.
He closes the notebook himself and I release a breath that I didn’t know I was holding in, he turns and leans the back of his hips to the desk while he beckons me over with a crook of his finger.
I whizz over, my feet glide over the floor as I stumble into his arms. I pick at his shirt, toying with the fabric as he simply holds my waist with his strong and firm arms.
“Strip for me, darling.” his gravelly voice sends tingles down my pussy.
I do as he says with shaky fingers and uncoordinated awkwardness, I have nothing on other than the sundress with matching black bra and panties. I peel the dress over my head and I’m so glad my twin hair buns didn’t get caught or else I’d die of mortification.
He stares at me for a long time, not saying anything as I stand rigidly. I’m self-conscious, but his dark eyes give me confidence. He looks at me like I’m a beautiful woman instead of the girl who ate a full lemon.
My mind would never let me live it down.
“You are stunning.” he guides me closer with his two big hands rounding on my ass.
I hide my face into his chest as he squeezes the fleshiness, letting go one hand to slap my ass before holding it again. I yelp into his shirt, dripping with wetness between my legs.
The musky scent of his natural smell makes my head dizzy and cloudy, he takes his time to get familiarize with my body just I have with his through admiration. He traces the dip of my back, traveling up my spine to curl his hand around my neck and clutch firmly.
I moan at the pinch of pain, this new side of him invades the foundation of calmness we have with a hook of dangerousness that lurks behind his eyes.
He plays with the edge of my panties, snapping the elastic before his calloused fingers slide in to imprint them onto more surface of my butt. Jackson’s so close to my pussy, it quivers and pulses for him to touch and to take everything I have.
“On the bed,” he orders, growling in my ears as he takes his hands away to snap the two elastics off my buns.
My hair unravels and stumbles down in waves on my back, the quickness in his actions doesn’t yank at my scalp and I think there’s no possible way to pull a hair-tie out without two hands and a couple of unfortunate strands of hair.
He did it and it is not the time to question him, I give him one last look before turning around to paddle to the bed. It’s a short journey and just when I drop down onto my knees to crawl onto the mattress, he’s already on my back and flipping me over with a bounce.
My big hazel eyes blink at the new change of his actions; the wonderful and patient Jackson is gone, and it leaves the dominant and intoxicating man who has a look of impulsivity.
Large hands make swift work of my bra and toss them over his shoulder, his mouth is hot as they descend on my nipple. His warm tongue swipes the bud, sending tormenting shivers down to my clit as it throbs with need.
My other nipple gets pinched and rolled in no particular order, as long as I moan his name, he would continue their fondling. He switches sides and lap on the other perky bud with a hum, a cry flies from my lips when the vibration wraps around my nipple and dives down to my pulsing clit.
The perky nipple pops from his mouth, his teeth graze the tip and my hips arch up to get any stimulation on my clit. I whine when my writhing doesn’t yield any relief, he hushes me with a firm growl.
“My darling girl,” he murmurs, chuckling hoarsely to himself.
Large hands dance over my quivering tummy, stalking around the tender flesh with predatory steps with his fingertips as I swallow down a throaty mewl.
I’m afraid to know what he has in mind for me, but I can’t find it in me to stop him as I suffer through the teasing. Jackson sweeps over the waistband of my black panties, grazing over the jutting hipbone as he lifts my hip easily with unmatched strength.
I let out a short gasp of surprise, the cool air hits my pussy and I’m horrified at how wet I am. My legs close, I can’t let him see that. My cheeks are so red that it needs a new color name, Jackson laughs softly at me and I pout at him.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about, darling,” he said, prying my thighs open as my traitorous legs melt under his palm.
He’s staring, and my heart comes crashing against my ribs. I turn my head to the side and shyly ducks away from intrusive eyes. Long thick fingers draw shapes on my inner thighs, I focus on that instead of the burning heat from his gaze on my twitching pussy.
When I feel him shift, I turn back and my head knocks back with a loud squeal. A lone finger taps briefly on my hard clit, the softest touch that feels like a feather grazing over it. The warmth and calloused skin of his finger begin to rub small circles, my hips buck up to have the contact be just a little more intense.
He presses a little harder, stroking once and twice while moisture blurs the side of my eyes.
A hot tongue gives one solid swipe on my wet folds, my heart soars with cruel sparks firing in my brain again.
The dimly lit room is enough for me to see the outline of the ceiling bending in reality as he steals all my thoughts.
“No, no!” I whimper, lips wobbling as my eyes roll back. “I-it’s dirty—no!”
I haven’t showered yet and I’ve been working on customers all day, I must smell like ink and who knows what else.
He growls with a large hand gripping my hip to keep me anchored to the bed, allowing him to dive further into my thighs. He licks from my sensitive clit to the throbbing hole that needs to be filled up by his cock, but he makes me wait by twirling the tip of his tongue over the puckering hole.
Parting my folds with his tongue, his teeth graze on the delicate slits before shoving it inside. Just as fast, it’s gone with me unable to grasp the brief pleasure.
“Nothing about you is dirty, darling. If anyone’s dirty, it’s me.” he scowls on my inner thigh after he pulled away from my cunt.
Jackson nips on the tender skin, “You’re so young, too young for an old man like me. I have these impure thoughts about you fucked open and leaking with my cum, I fucked my hand with you in my head but I never finish. Only your pussy gets my cum, darling. I have so much to breed you with.”
I hiccup with a jolt as my pussy clench over nothing, his words hit me as pictures flashing in my head of my cum-soaked pussy while he pummels messily with our fluids making obscene noises.
“You want that?” he asks, and it goes unanswered for a moment before I find my voice.
I nod, “Yeah, want it—want you.”
He hums, pleased with my words as he put his lips over my clit and sucks the engorged nub.
The climb to the peak is quick, my shaking body allows him to slide a finger between my slits and slip into my unused hole. I’ve touched myself with the thoughts that it was his thick fingers. Having him play with my pussy is a new thrill, he’s longer and thicker so he reaches in places I’ve never explored.
He pulls out and goes back in with another finger, spreading me open with a gasp leaving my mouth. It doesn’t hurt, but it makes me sore with the change of size. His tongue goes back to my clit, licking and sucking with abandon. My hand tangles into his thick black hair and tugs on the silky strands before I arch my back when he scissors his fin
gers.
I chant his name like a prayer, begging him to end my suffering with a push over the edge. He gives me that mercy by humming over my clit, the vibration bounces off my skull as my body lurches and I squeal, legs clamping over his head.
Black dots spread over my vision like wet ink taking over a white canvas, canting my hips to try and coax my orgasm out.
“Jack,” I call his name mindlessly, tears falling over my temples as I sob pathetically in pleasure.
He hums again and sucks harshly on my clit with a curl of his finger inside my pussy to drag out my orgasm to its fullest. My toes are cramping, and my thighs are trembling in exertion, I rock my pussy to his face for more.
“Lolita,” he murmurs, extracting himself away from my convulsing cunt. “My little Lolita, so sweet for me.”
I shiver at his baritone, desire curl deep in my belly as I lift off my back with my elbows. His fingers slip out and he brings the soaked digits to his mouth and licks the juices off. I watch, fascinated and aroused by his actions as his eyes meet mine with a glistening smirk that shows his sharp canines.
Crawling to his lap, I kiss his lips to taste myself on him. It’s dirty to think about it, but it sets another dim fire in my stomach that only he can put out. I paw at his shirt, fingering the small buttons before I unhook them one by one with our lips still locked in a passionate kiss. Tongue and moans rolling around in a long and drawn-out kiss.
I slid his shirt over those broad shoulders that I love, rich inked design curls around his shoulder as he tucks the shirt off the rest of the way. My hands go over the familiar plane of his chest, scratching his heated skin with my nails as I dig them harder down his stomach where his abs clench tight at my journey down to his pants.
Popping the button open, this new boldness comes in handy when I pull down the zipper and palms at the thick length under a pair of dark briefs.
I tug on the fabric and whine against his lips, he lifts his hips and yanks both of them down his legs and away from the bed in one swift move that I didn’t know where the pair of pants and briefs went.