by Olivia Fox
I reached for his leather belt, slid it open, and unfastened his jeans, pulling them down over his taut buns. His erection pressed against his boxers, and there was a moist, telltale circle at tip of the bulge.
“Be a good girl, kitten.”
I purred and bent my body toward him to blow hot air right over the wet spot, licking around his crown through the material of his boxers.
Jasper groaned. “That’s enough, little girl. Take Daddy’s cock out. I need to feel your hot mouth on me.” I gently rubbed over the cucumber-sized pole that stretched from base to belly button and tugged his boxers gently down to reveal my prize. This was mine forever too and was definitely more valuable than the expensive diamond ring now gracing my finger.
I leaned toward his huge shaft and lapped little by little around its head, rising up to hold the base of him in both hands and sucked the tip into my mouth.
“God, baby, your mouth feels so good.”
I reached down and caressed his balls with my right hand since he let me know it had the desired effect of taking him closer to the finish line; meanwhile, I made a show of licking up and down his sizable shaft while looking up into his eyes.
“Oh, Mia, your mouth is on fire. Hold still for Daddy while I go deep.”
It was a thrill I could make him so horny for me with the simple ministrations of my mouth and tongue. It had the side effect of turning me on as well, and I moaned around him in pleasure at feeling him fill my mouth entirely, fucking my mouth all the way to the back of my throat.
I pulled off to look up at him and tease, “Do you like that, Daddy?”
“Oh, princess, you have no idea how amazing your mouth feels. It makes me want to fuck you deep.”
There would be time for sex, but first I wanted to relish in the fact that I could do this for him. I opened my mouth wide, gazing up at him all the while, and bounced my mouth carefully up and down on his dick while milking the giant base of him with tiny-by-comparison hands. “Faster, sweetie. Good girl. Suck me with those fuckable lips. Oh God, yes.” I could hear the desire in his voice as he held my head to him. “I’m going to come, baby girl. Do you want me to come in your mouth?”
I whined in arousal onto his throbbing dick while pressing my tongue and slurping all around the sensitive head.
“Such a good girl to take Daddy’s cum. Yes, that’s it. Ahhhh, mercy!”
I had never considered myself the swallowing kind, but Jasper’s cum tasted good to me. He shot it at the back of my throat, and I pulled off so I could milk all of it out of him and watch the final remnants pulse out of the tip while I licked each surge of fluid clean. He called me a “good girl” repeatedly, but my intentions were strictly naughty giving him the seductive view of his little girl on her knees, lapping up the liquid traces of my blow job. When he was all clean, I wrapped both of my arms around his knees and embraced him.
“Come here, little girl. I know what you need.” He pulled me off the ground and helped me to stand before guiding me over to our favorite tree. “Take off your dress so Daddy can see your luscious titties while he looks up at you.”
“Up at me?”
“Here, I’ll help you. Baby girl’s too little to do it all by herself.” Jasper grabbed the hem of my sundress and would have lifted it over my head, only it caught at the bosom. “Your breasts are growing, aren’t they, sweetie? Soon you won’t be able to wear this dress anymore.” I helped to shove the material over my tingling tits; they were so sensitive now that I was pregnant.
“Are you still going to let me suckle here when they’re full of milk?” The question took my breath away. The thought was overtly wicked and hot at the same time.
“Do you want to, Daddy?” I asked breathily, hardly able to believe he would do such a thing.
“Oh yes, baby. I won’t be able to keep from sucking your tits for any length of time. Daddy always needs them in his mouth.”
He bent his head and began to lap and pull at my aching nipples with his mouth, sending a zing straight to my pleasure center. “Oh,” I gasped at the physical shock of it and the greedy need clutching at my pussy.
His mouth released my nipple. “Stop wriggling, kitten. Hold still.” He ran his cold, metal hook back and forth over my left nipple, pinching it from time to time while laving at my right with his hot tongue. It wouldn’t be long before I came simply from this attention to my breasts.
“Such a horny little thing, aren’t you?” He got on his knees in front of me, and I fisted his hair in my hands, desperate for what I knew was coming. “She’s weeping and ready for me, isn’t she? So ready to come.” He cupped his right hand over my mound and worked his finger into my folds until he located the small bundle of nerves that wanted to be plundered, ravished, and sucked.
“Oh God, Daddy. Do it, please. I can’t wait anymore.”
“Hold still, precious. You’ll get what’s coming to you. Daddy’s here.” He parted my crease and lowered his mouth to my clit, taking one gentle lick with the tip of his tongue. “Like that?” I pushed against the tree bark behind me, arching myself into his mouth. There were no more words from him as his lips, teeth, and tongue were busy destroying my pussy, and he concentrated on sliding two fingers inside to twist, twirl, and thrust me toward ecstasy.
Jasper was relentless in his feasting. He found the overly sensitive, yet elusive spot inside of me and rubbed it in time to the swirling and chewing on my swollen clit. My orgasm overtook me with a burst of shock waves starting at my core and spreading through my body in surges of release. I felt myself sliding down the tree behind me, and Jasper had to catch me and hold me up.
In so doing, I was amazed at the feel of his manhood at my belly and the fact it had grown hard yet again. “Looks like my second trimester libido might be rubbing off on you.” I grabbed him and stroked appreciatively.
“It’s your pretty, pretty pussy, sweetie. It gets me every time.” He grasped my shoulders and turned me around gently, tweaking my nipples from behind. “Now I know you’re good at multiple orgasms. Bend your tight pussy over, hang on to that tree, and let Daddy see if he can keep up with you.” He put one hand on my hip and wedged himself inside of me. “I’m getting more and more fond of the virtues of living in a forest.” He ground into me for emphasis.
“Yes. Oh God, fill me, Jasper. Please, give me more. You feel so good inside me.” The first waves of pleasure ran over me, and he started pumping in earnest, driven by his own rabid hunger. My thoughts turned to mush, and I became incapable of expressing them with words; my brain was taken over by pure, animal lust.
The second orgasm blasted through my body like an exploding star, and still he continued to slam into me, filling me with his steel sex. “My dirty girl likes that, doesn’t she? Being filled with her daddy’s big cock?”
I gasped and blubbered incomprehensibly as his hips pummeled my backside. “You’re making me lose control again, baby.” He reached around and flicked my clit while slamming into me harder and faster. My insides took on the quality of a tornado, and I felt sexy seeing my swollen breasts bounce beneath me in concert with his fucking.
“Here it comes, little girl. Daddy’s gonna come in you.” His hips lunged forward, and he held me tightly to him. The very words he spoke enflamed me so our climax ripped through us simultaneously, driven by not only sensation but also emotion.
After the drumbeat of our hearts had calmed, Jasper sweetly pulled my dress over my head and ensured I was presentable. “There you go, sweet pea, good as new.” He brushed my hair down with his huge hand, the sight of which never failed to inspire my awe and craving.
He led me back to the rose trail, and on either side of us, bumble bees dove into the sticky, wide-open rhododendron blossoms in search of nectar. “I can’t believe you did this for me, Jasper. This has to be the most charming and sexiest proposal ever.”
The birds chirped and sang in the perimeter of trees around us, and he replied, “Get used to it, gorgeous. You deserve days l
ike this every day, and I’m making it my mission to ensure you have them.”
“Oh, Daddy, I never knew happiness like this was possible.” I reached up to stroke his jaw. “You calm the chaos in my head.” Tears welled up in my eyes, and this time I couldn’t blame the hormones. “When I’m with you, I’m sheltered and secure.” The smell of warmed earth and sunlight filled my senses. This was what it was like to glow.
“I’m in charge of your blossoming, little girl. You’re mine. End of story.”
The End (of Story)
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DADDY’S PET (PREVIEW)
“Aiden?”
“Yes, Scarlett?”
“What if I don’t want to wait? What if I won’t feel better until you give me… punishments?” I stuttered on the last word, “For scaring you by getting knocked out. I didn’t do it on purpose, but I still feel guilty. Maybe you’re right, maybe a whipping is the only way to wipe the slate clean and teach me your rules. ”
Aiden swiped the back of his hand across his lips and moaned deeply, “Oh, baby girl.”
I was ready. Getting my fill of this intoxicating male while he was at my disposal for one more day might as well involve a new experience or two. A grown man had certainly never disciplined me, and never in my life had I called anyone but my biological father “Daddy”. And back then, it sure as heck didn’t sound sexy.
Forbidden.
He wrapped both arms around me and I realized that never in the entirety of our relationship had Darwood held me so lovingly in bed. Was it because Aiden was so practiced with women that he naturally performed the moves designed to make me melt? Now there was an unwelcome thought. I could feel my breath accelerate and my gut constricted imagining Aiden doing this to another woman.
Enjoy it while you can. Not like you’re putting a ring on your finger - live in the moment and see what that feels like for a change.
It’s just a hook up.
“Are you certain, Scarlett?”
“Yes, I’m certain. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.” I looked up at him and let the slow smile which was burbling up inside of me turn up the corners of my mouth, “Spank me, Daddy.”
It took a confident male to splay a grown female over his lap, with the intent of delivering blows to her blushing tush. Not just any guy can pull it off, that’s for sure. It required the ability to flip a switch, in Aiden’s case, to spin on a dime and go from sweet, caring Daddy one moment, to stern Dom hell bent on teaching me a lesson.
It didn’t matter at all that I lay ass up, naked as a jaybird on his lap. The anticipation I felt while waiting for him to strike me drove all the nattering thoughts from my head.
His hot palm rubbed circles over my cheek and the other forearm locked me in place, “How many times have I told you, Scarlett, you wait for me if a horse needs help. You are not to try and doctor them yourself.” He continued to stroke my bottom, and my feelings went from trepidation to arousal.
“Brat,” he had said earlier. “Brats get punished.”
"Jesus, Aiden, I'm 32, I think I'm old enough to decide whether or not I can handle one of my horses while waiting for the vet to arrive. Besides: a. it was a freak accident, and you were on your way to my place and b. not my fault if you took forever to get here.”
Seemingly unperturbed, he began to lightly pinch circular patterns on my behind, causing me to take a sharp intake of breath. He was so close to places, well…places where no man had gone before. And his fingers slipped between my legs to pinch at the swollen lips between my legs. The long spell of drought down there was definitely over.
”Listen to that attitude. What's been getting into you lately, young lady? That is definitely not how you speak to your Daddy.”
Unfortunately, he couldn’t see me roll my eyes but he could definitely hear me do it when I said, "Look, I can do whatever I want. This is my place and I make the rules.”
The enticing feel of his fingers softly petting my pussy ceased suddenly, and I found myself arching my back in an attempt to chase them.
No luck.
“As I said before, naughty girl, Daddy is in charge.”
The smack came without warning and I realized I had been lulled into a false sense of security by the fondling caresses he had been giving me. This here was punishment, not pleasure.
“Son of a monkey!“ I hollered as his hand landed on my cheek. The sharp sting on my skin faded between blows, and the tingling heat of my pussy let me know punishment had its virtue.
“How do you like that?” Aiden growled as he smacked me again and again until my cheeks must have glowed red as the red heat he was burning across my behind with every blow.
My reply was a cross between a howl and a moan, my body couldn’t figure out if it wanted to flee or fuck.
He didn’t stop, but my back talk sure as heck did. The more I focused on the feeling of his hand striking my ass and the unbelievable situation that I found myself in, the wetter I got.
He was chastising me with the huge paw that made me imagine all kinds of kinky acts when I first saw it, like having it on my naked body stat. If there were an art to branding someone’s bum, then Aiden was up there with Michelangelo - a true maestro. The more I thought about that big palm, scorching my caboose the more turned on I got. It was hard to differentiate between pain and pleasure; he never struck me too hard, but not so soft as it didn’t have erotic impact.
It was the contrast. Pain versus pleasure. Power versus submission.
“How do you like that, baby girl?” He gave me one final, hard slap before resting his hand on my ample cheek. The thought of him giving me a hard spanking was making me ache in areas that had nothing to do with my bottom.
"Do... do it more.”
"What?" He sounded like he couldn’t believe me.
"Spank me, Daddy."
"What... you liked it?"
"Yeah... please, do it again, just a little bit more.“ I begged as I rubbed my pelvis shamelessly against his crotch, seeking purchase that would somehow relieve the ache Aiden had stirred.
“When I brand your ass, it’s not supposed to feel good or make you want more.” I didn’t recognize the flinty tone of his voice. It was one I hadn’t heard him use yet.
And it thrilled me.
“Just remember afterwards, little girl. You asked for it.”
This time when his hand connected to my behind, I screamed. There was no sexual utterance or moan behind the exclamation. Just shock and pain.
“Ow! Aiden, please, please stop. I promise to be good. I will never try and doctor the animals without your…Ow! Help!” I didn’t recognize the blubbering baby I had become.
"Oh no young lady. You don't tell me when you’ve had enough. That’s for me to decide. The spanking you're getting is not only for not being careful around the animals, you also tried to refuse going to the hospital with me.” Whack, whack, whack! “How am I supposed to keep you safe if you won’t listen?”
The sting lingered, and only became unbearable when he rapidly whupped me so many times in a row with no break in between, that I couldn’t catch my breath or find relief from the sting. It made me pound my fists on the mattress and he clearly read the signs, slowing down his blows so that I could catch my breath, during which time, unbelievably, the tingles flooded my ass and pussy again. They were as relentless as his chastising swats.
“Please, daddy. Please, forgive me. It really, really hurts.”
He stopped, and I held my breath that it would mean the end. At least for now. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson, Princess?” He asked this question while softly stroking my bottom, soothing
the sting away.
I blinked back the tears, and dipped my chin, “Yes. I’ll be good from now on. I promise.” At least I’d try. Unless I needed the thrill of his thrashing me again, for there was no denying the fluid response it had between my legs.
He effortlessly pulled me onto his lap for a cuddle, pet my hair and said, “There, there, little one. All is forgiven.”
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t summon up a single suspicious thought about the inevitability of Aiden’s tromping all over my dignity and emotions, just like Darwood had done to me with that twenty-something-year-old.
With Daddy’s pardon came peace.
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