by Izzy Slam
God, she’s making me so fucking hard.
Setting my hands on her ass and enjoying her curves as I inch her closer, my cock bounces against her mostly bare mound. “I’m going to take an orgasm from you. Steal it right from between your legs.”
She huffs and lowers her forehead to mine. I move my hand to her pussy and barely put the tip of my finger in her opening. Her muscles instantly tighten, making my dick throb and pulse, eager for more. I pull out quickly, though, as I want nothing inside of her cunt until she’s my wife and I’m sinking balls deep.
“I can feel how wet you are for daddy’s cock. How much you want it.”
A moan climbs up her throat, escaping against my lips. I kiss her then, right as I bring that finger out to circle her clit softly, delicately. My tongue slides inside her mouth and she purrs, grinding her hips as I swirl her swollen bud.
My cock twitches, my balls filling with cum by the second. Fuck, I need her. Need to feel her engulf me.
“Give me that orgasm, Daisy. Daddy wants it now,” I growl.
Her voice quivers, and she gives a few rapid thrusts before squealing in pleasure. I hold my finger over her clit, feeling it dance over the pad of my forefinger.
“Daddy,” she whispers, trying to clamp her legs over my hips.
“Good girl,” I tell her. “Now, I want you to do the same to me, but with that wet slit of yours.”
If I can’t cum inside her cunt right now, I can at least cum on it.
“You mean, like this?” she asks, scooching forward a few inches until her gash glides over my length, all the way to the crown.
“Fuck yes, sweetheart. Just like that.”
I sink my fingers into her ass cheeks as she begins to grind her wet slit up and down my shaft.
“Daddy, it … it feels so good,” she murmurs, arching her back and offering me her tits.
I pull one of her nipples into my mouth, suckling and feeling it harden as she groans her lust into the air.
My hips move up and down, my cock quickly reaching the point where I can no longer hold back. Daisy’s fingers claw into my skin through my shirt as she grinds her clit along my hard length. The way she moves her pelvis in rapid, eager strokes is driving me crazy.
“I’m gonna cum again,” she whimpers.
Even though I knew it, her confession pulls a growl from me.
I tighten my grip on her ass, feeling her glutes contract and release as she huffs over and over, her body quaking and her legs trembling.
“You’ve got to know what you’ve done to me. And I’m going to show you by painting your pretty pussy with my cum.”
“Oh daddy!”
Hearing her call me that pulls the cum right out of me. Heat explodes through my veins as I get the release I need, cum shooting from my cock and spurting all over her wet gash. I feel each burst pulse out, and it’s all I can do to avoid pushing my cock balls deep in her cunt and putting a baby in that belly of hers.
I hold her steady as she moves her hips in slow circles over my crown, growling as I fight the urge to let that wet cunt grip me all the way down, letting me finish inside of her.
“One day soon, I’m going to let every bit of my love fill you up, little girl.”
“Mmm, I want that, too,” she murmurs, her head falling to my shoulder and her warm breath hitting my skin.
The fabric underneath me feels scratchy, but I don’t even care. I just want to pull Daisy in a spoon as we lie next to each other, right here, right now. But it’s pretty dirty inside this little camper, and I’m not so sure that lying down naked would be the most sanitary thing in the world.
It does give me an idea, though. Something I think my little sweetheart will love, if I can get this antique camper cleaned up.
“Can we stay here all day?” Daisy asks, a little laughter in the tone of her voice.
“You know I’d love that. But we have to get parts for your car.”
She pouts, cupping my face in her hands. “And you have to go back to work, don’t you?”
“Unfortunately. But only for a few more hours.”
I’ve never dreaded going into work. But with this girl by my side, all I want is to be with her.
“Okay,” she sighs before reluctantly sliding from my lap.
As she stands before me in all her naked glory, I can’t help but admire what I’ve left behind, thick ropes of whitish fluid dribbling down her labia and the inside of her thighs.
“I’ve marked my territory. You belong to me now.” I smear my cum around her pretty snatch and up to her bellybutton, watching her smile down at me in admiration.
She’s going to make the perfect wife. She’s going to make me so happy.
Fuck, she already does.
Daisy
“You ready to take her for a spin?” The key to my new-slash-used car dangles from his pointer.
“It’s done?”
“Aside from needing a thorough vacuum and wipe-down, she’s as done as done can be.”
I stand up and touch the tip of his pointer, and Ranger lets the key slide down over my knuckle. I then peer out the front window. Sure enough, my sexy mechanic has gone to the trouble of pulling my new set of wheels from the garage to his house.
“How did you get finished so fast?” It was just yesterday that we were in the junkyard pulling parts for my car. Well, Ranger pulled the parts with a little help from the owner while I watched him get dirty, just for me. He went straight back to the shop and got to work. But I honestly didn’t think he’d have it done in twenty-four hours.
“I made it a priority,” he says, pulling me to him so fast I drop the key to the floor. I purr as his hands grope my rear. And when he lifts me off the floor, I fasten my legs around his waist. We go together like two perfectly angled puzzle pieces that are meant to be side-by-side. “I’ll always make you a priority, my angel.”
Warmth bubbles through me as he cups the back of my head, pulling me in for a kiss. Our tongues are tame as they dance together, but there’s still a hunger that brews deep within us.
“Besides,” he adds, setting me back down on the floor. “Things have been slow since I finished up the Camaro yesterday. It was like fate wanted me to work on your car. Saul helped out, too.”
“I’ll be sure to thank him. But not the same way I want to thank you.”
My fingers float over his crotch, stopping when they find his quickly growing erection. “Oh hell no. And let me tell you, there’s not a man alive who will ever even dream of taking my little girl. Lest he wants to spend the rest of his life without a pair of working legs.”
“That’s good to know.” I smile and bite my lip, reaching between his legs to massage his cock through his jeans. And the soft rumble that comes from his throat makes me want to forget all about a car ride.
“Now, as I was saying, let’s take this thing for a spin. I know the perfect place for a test drive.” Ranger bends down and picks up the key I dropped.
“Alright. Let me go change out of this dress.” I turn on my heels, thinking I should put on a pair of jeans or leggings. It’s been unusually warm today, but the temps are supposed to drop soon.
Ranger’s hand goes to my shoulder, stopping me in my tracks. “Leave the dress on. You’ll need it.”
“For a test drive?” I giggle, grabbing his shirt and giving it a tug.
“Yes,” he says, his voice deep and stern. “It’ll be perfect for what I want to do to you.”
Need bursts through my core, and I squeeze my legs together as the pressure builds. Nothing would make me happier than pleasing my daddy.
I pull my hair into a ponytail as we walk outside, and I’m surprised at how great my car looks—a vast improvement from what I saw yesterday. I hop in the driver’s seat and Ranger passes me the key. And within minutes, we’re on a back, country road surrounded by rolling hills. He points me down a gravel road, one that leads to a small fishing pond and a large Weeping Willow whose branches are dipping into the wat
er.
“How does she feel?” he asks before getting out of the car.
“A lot better than the way my car felt the other night when it was exploding.”
“Speaking of exploding … I brought you here for a reason.” He’s sliding a hand up my leg, that intense look in his eyes. His fingers brush against the crotch of my panties, causing my breath to hitch in my throat.
I part my thighs and flick my gaze to his crotch. “You want to explode me?”
He smiles, finding my clit through the material and rubbing it softly. “In a way, yes. Wait here.”
I watch as he gets out of the car and walks to the driver’s side, opening the door to let me out. He leads me to the front of the car and lifts me off the ground before setting me back down on the warm hood.
Ranger doesn’t say a word as he flips up my dress and pushes my panties aside, but he’s watching me, watching my reaction as he dips a finger partway inside my wetness, then comes out to swirl his finger over my swelling bud.
It feels as though I can’t breathe deep enough when he touches me like this.
“You know what, sweetheart?”
I huff and shake my head.
“Sometimes daddies have to take what they want. And good girls just need to spread their legs and let them.”
I part my thighs and he folds himself in half to put his face where I’m aching so much. With the sun setting in the distance, I toss my feet on his shoulders and lean back on my elbows, closing my eyes as he flicks his tongue over my clit.
“Oh daddy,” I moan, completely engulfed by the physical sensation and my emotions for him.
He growls into my folds, reaching up to pull down the top of my dress and roll my nipples between his fingers. Electric pulses rip through the most vulnerable parts of me—my body at his mercy as he forces pleasure upon me.
My thighs shake uncontrollably as I cum, and Ranger places just the right amount of pressure on my buds to heighten the intensity of my orgasm.
A breeze picks up, making my skin prick in the cool air. I fist Ranger’s hair, tugging it hard as tears begin to form in my eyes. I don’t know why all of a sudden I’m overwhelmed with these feelings. But I’m thinking about my time here and how transient it is. Meaning … I’m going to be gone after this weekend.
But Ranger is doing things to my body. And my heart.
His words from yesterday echo in my head.
You belong to me now. And, just a while ago, I’ll always make you a priority.
But do I belong to him forever? Or just for a while?
And will he still want me around after I do him the only favor he’s asked of me: going with him to see his mother?
I can’t help but wonder if that’s when he’ll ask for my virginity. Then, once he’s taken what he wants, toss me to the curb for someone else to deal with.
I choke back the tears and force myself to focus on the moment. To live in the here and now. To not worry about tomorrow. And I hate that I’ve pretty much already fallen in love with him.
Leaving him won’t be easy.
Ranger
Daisy tastes as sweet as nectar. I could lick her all day and still not get enough. I mean, fuck. Feeling her body writhe beneath my hands as she has an orgasm is just the thing I need. And the way her tiny clit jumps, and her voice moans, and her nipples harden at my touch only makes her that much more delicious, especially when we’re outdoors and the setting sun warms my back.
I only want to please her right now, to make her feel like she’s the center of my world, because she is. But my cock is straining, and I know that having her delicate hands around my shaft later tonight will bring me the temporary relief I need. Until I can bury myself inside of her sweet, innocent walls and experience the bond that my body, heart, and soul have been craving since she walked into my life several days ago.
I will stop at nothing to have this girl by my side for life. To have her body belonging to me, her heart bonded to mine. I don’t know how it’s happened so fast, but I love her like mad.
I drag my tongue over her pretty pussy lips, leaving a trail of kisses on both thighs as she tightens her grip in my hair. But when I pause to look up at her, I can see there’s trouble.
“What is it, baby?”
I draw her to me, sliding her down the hood and putting a finger under her chin.
“What do you mean?” she asks, her cheeks flushed and her pretty green eyes wide with worry.
“I can see that something is wrong. Tell daddy what’s bothering you.”
“I … it’s nothing.” She looks away, so I know she’s lying.
“Tell me,” I answer, leaning over her. “Tell me so I can make it all better.”
Daisy rubs her lips together and runs her hands up my chest. “I don’t want to seem high maintenance.”
“I love high maintenance.”
Those emerald eyes flick to mine. “Enough to want me around, even after you’ve taken my virginity?”
“Are you kidding me?” I pull back, a little surprised at her question. Then it occurs to me how much she’s been disappointed, how much those closest to her have let her down. First, her parents, and then her fiancé, abandoning her on their wedding day.
She needs to know just how much I want her around.
“No. I’m … I’m not kidding.”
“Baby,” I say, cupping her cheeks with both hands and wanting like hell to erase whatever fear she feels right now. “Not only do I want you around. I want you by my side. For the rest of our fucking lives.”
Her lips part as she gasps. And I bring her arms over my shoulders, lifting her off the car and pulling her close to me. Fuck, the way her thighs clamp over my hips makes me stiff as a fucking board.
“Not only that,” I continue, pressing my lips to her neck and kissing her softly. “Once you’re my wife, I’m going to spend every waking moment doing whatever it takes to make you happy. I’ve waited far too fucking long for you, and there’s not a chance I’m letting you get away.”
“Your wife?” Daisy asks, digging her nails into my back as I sink my teeth into the little dip where her neck meets her shoulder.
“Yes. My wife. So get used to the idea of daddy turning his girl into a bride. Because it’s going to happen.”
Daisy’s face lights up, and she starts rolling her hips around, grinding her heated pussy against my cock.
Fuck.
“Careful, little angel, or you’ll make daddy cum in his jeans.”
“Mm, good.”
Her teeth press into her lower lip as she grinds a little harder. Damn, it’s been years since I dry humped. In my younger days, I could get off like this. And if anyone can make me blow my wad without sucking me or giving me a handy, it’s Daisy.
“Show me what you got, then,” I order, groping her ass while she presses the front of her body to my chest. Her curves, her breasts, her lust—they’re all driving me wild.
“Jesus, baby, that’s it,” I groan, my balls getting heavier by the second.
Daisy gyrates her pelvis as I pull in her scent, the moisture from her panties already leaking through my denim and all the way to my briefs. I can feel her heat, and how much she wants me in the way she moves.
“Oh god, daddy. I …I think I’m going to cum, too.”
“Cum with me, baby. Show me how much you want it.”
Her body tenses, but damn if she doesn’t keep rubbing her hot cunt on my hardness. How can something so innocent wreak so much havoc on my body?
I sink my fingers into her ass and start grinding against her, feeling myself nearing a release as the head of my cock rubs the perfect spot between her legs. With one hand, I reach up and grab the length of her ponytail as my dick jerks uncontrollably within its tight quarters, spurting over and over and soaking my underwear.
“Fuuuuuck,” I growl, giving hard, upward thrusts as Daisy’s wetness joins mine.
Her breathing becomes ragged as her legs tighten around my waist. And
when she finally cums, her body lurches as she cries out, obviously unable to remain quiet through it all.
“That’s a good girl, making daddy cum like that.” I smooth down her hair and hold her tighter.
“Did you cum? Really?”
“Are you surprised? I mean, look at the chemistry between us.”
She laughs softly and gives me a kiss, making me feel like I could take on the world.
“We do have amazing chemistry.”
“And we’re going to have an amazing life.”
Daisy
Everything in my life feels good. No, perfect.
I can’t believe I’ve found the man who has, in essence, turned out to be the man of my dreams. And all because my piece of shit car broke down.
I’ve never been happier to have an unreliable vehicle.
Right now, we’re on our way to his uncle’s house to visit with his mom. Ranger is especially happy because he said that his mom has good news. I think he’s hopeful that it’s something related to her cancer, but I’m worried he may be setting himself up for disappointment. I can tell he loves her a lot, and that they have a close relationship.
“Don’t be nervous,” Ranger says, giving my hand a squeeze as he drives down the highway.
“What makes you think I’m nervous?”
“Your hand is sweaty.”
“Oh, great,” I say, feeling suddenly self-conscious as I try to slip from his grip.
“Don’t you pull away from me,” he laughs. “I love everything about you, and that includes your sweaty palms.”
“Me and my sweaty palms thank you. Why don’t you let me shake off this nervousness by pulling over and letting me run a few laps around the truck until I’m out of breath?”
“I’ve got much better ideas about how to make you breathless,” Ranger answers, tugging my hand to his crotch.
He’s already got a bulge, and it bumps underneath the denim of his jeans, making me pull in a rushed breath. “I think you may be on to something with that logic.”