by Alexa Riley
“Moving my stuff to the guest room. Don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair just as soon as I find another job.”
My panic spikes even higher and I’m in motion. I rush over and grab the bag out of her hands, throwing it on the ground. I wrap my arms around her waist and carry her over to the bed. I’ve finally allowed myself to touch her, and I did it without thinking. My anxiety isn’t grabbing ahold of me. Instead it feels natural to go to her and stop her from leaving by any means necessary.
“What are you doing, Bray? Put me down!” she yells while I carry her across the room, her arms and legs flailing.
“We are going to clear up whatever has gotten in your head. And we are going to do it right now.”
I throw her on the bed and then climb on top of her. I pin her arms and legs down, because she’s still trying to attack me, and I don’t want her hurting herself in the process. In the back of my mind, I tell myself over and over not to hurt her. I’m not my father and I will die before I ever punish my fairy that way.
I need to calm her down and have her tell me what’s wrong. “Talk to me,” I say, and she turns her head away, not looking at me. “Please, Tink,” I plead. I can't remember the last time I used the word ‘please’.
Then I see her tears.
“What did I do? Please, whatever I did, I’ll make it right.” My heart aches at the sight of her tears and the thought that I’ve done something to hurt my precious Tinkerbell.
Her chest rises and falls as she fights her sobs. “You were so ashamed of me,” she whispers, and more tears fall.
“Oh, Rebecca, why would you say that?”
“Because of today. When I came to your office. You said I needed new clothes.” She turns her head and makes eye contact with me and I can see all the hurt and anger she’s been holding back. “In front of everyone.”
“Oh, my sweet Tinkerbell, no. I didn’t mean it that way. I’m so sorry. I was just so possessive of you, and having those men see you dressed so sexy made me angry. I can’t stand the thought of someone seeing you like that.” I feel her soften a little at my statement, and I keep going. “You’re mine and what we do together is private. I’ve never had anything like this with anyone before, and I don’t want to share it. It’s my own selfishness that reacted today. It wasn’t anything you did.”
“Whatever,” she says in response and rolls her eyes. “I’m sure you’ve had a good time with people you’ve messed around with before.”
I take a deep breath and admit what I’ve been too embarrassed to tell her until now.
“I haven’t messed around with anyone before.”
“So you just fuck other women but not me? I guess I’m not good enough for that either, am I?”
I tighten my grip on her wrists when I feel her start to pull away.
“No. That’s not what I meant.” I take another deep breath and try to get her to understand. “I mean...what I need to tell you...what I’m trying to say is...I’ve never done anything before you.”
I feel the blush on my cheeks and she looks at me curiously.
“You're a virgin?” she asks, her eyes searching my face.
I nod my head and wait for her to laugh at me.
“What? Why? How? Are you kidding me? How old are you?”
“Don’t act so surprised. You’re a virgin too. And for the record I’m thirty-two. Are you going to tell me your real age now?”
It’s her turn to blush and avoid eye contact. I release one of her wrists and touch her chin so she’s looking at me again. “Eighteen,” she whispers. But I already know this. It was part of the paperwork when she was hired at the coffee shop, and I looked into that before I ever spoke to her boss about her change in behavior.
“What we’re doing is new for both of us. And it’s easy to misinterpret things I say, because sometimes I’m an idiot. I’m sorry, TInk. Please forgive me.”
She smiles at me and nods her head. “You’re not mad at me I lied to you about my age?”
“No, little fairy, I knew how old you were. I just needed you to trust me. And to be honest, I needed to trust you. There’s a big age difference between us, but you’ve lived a lot for a young woman. And since meeting you, I feel alive for the first time.”
I feel the tension leave her body and I can’t help but think about how beautiful she is laid out on our bed. Her cheeks are flushed and her hair is spread out behind her. She’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen, and in that moment, I finally let go. I’m not my father and I never will be. Rebecca is mine to protect and cherish, but never harm. I’ll always have the fear in the back of my mind, but I won’t let it stand in the way of what I want with her. Never again.
I lean down slowly so she knows my intentions, and softly place my lips on hers. It’s my first kiss but I don’t tell her that. Some things are better learnt through experience.
Her lips are full and soft. I’m surprised at how warm her mouth feels against mine, and when her tongue comes out to lick my lips, I feel her body melt against me. I let her lead the kiss and I begin to mimic how her tongue moves. Her sweet taste is heavenly and I think I just became addicted to kissing.
We kiss and kiss and kiss. I don’t know how much times passes, but I could spend a lifetime just kissing my sweet Tinkerbell.
After some time I feel her move under me, and then her legs are tangling with mine. Her hands, which have been on my chest the whole time, move around my back and she pulls me completely on top of her. I move so some of my weight is on my elbows, and we continue fusing our bodies together through this kiss and her touch.
“Take off your clothes, Bray.”
It’s then that I realize we’re both still fully dressed. I was so consumed with her lips that it didn’t occur to me until she pointed it out. Now the only thing I can think of is being skin on skin.
I jump off her so fast she lets out a little giggle. As I pull at my clothes hurriedly. I watch her sit up and take off her crop top and sports bra together, and watch her breasts jiggle from the motion. I stop in my tracks and just stare at her.
“We’re really about to do this, aren't we?” I ask, and there’s a slight tremble to my voice.
“Yep,” she says, and her smile is huge. She bounces with excitement and starts to remove her yoga pants and panties. In seconds she’s on the bed completely naked and I’m half undressed, just watching her.
She tilts her head to the side and gives me a soft smile. “It’s okay, Vanilla. I’m a little nervous too.”
Hearing her say my nickname makes me smile, and I realize that this moment is special for both of us. I’ve been waiting my whole life for her, and I aim to enjoy every second of this.
I finish undressing and crawl up the bed. I run my hands up her legs as I move, but pause and stare down at her pretty pussy. I gently push her knees apart and lean down.
“Bray?”
“Shh, Tink. Just relax. I loved kissing your lips so much, I want to kiss these lips too.” I lean down and put my nose against her mound, and just breathe her in. Her smell is so deliciously perfect. Better than anything I can imagine or describe. It makes my mouth water and I lean in to get a taste.
As soon as her flavor hits my tongue I realize I might be addicted to kissing her here too. I kiss her pussy how she kissed my mouth. Slow tongue strokes with little nibbles in between. I feel Rebecca’s body responding and I keep doing it. I’ve never done this before, but I want to get her off. I want to make her feel as good as she makes me feel.
I lean up and she sits up, looking at me.
“Tell me what you need, TInk.”
“More, Bray. Don’t stop.”
She brings up both hands, grips my short hair, and puts my face back on her pussy.
I hum with pleasure and go back to loving her body. I remember from watching her masturbate how she likes to get off, so I gently insert my fingers inside her and suck on her clit. Within seconds, she’s gripping me and moaning my name. I want to give her
more orgasms like this, but right now, I want to be inside her more.
I give her sweet little pussy one last kiss before I move up her body and get on top of her. I have a fleeting thought about birth control, but then I think about what getting her pregnant would mean. She would be mine, no matter what. Forever. She could never leave me.
The thought makes my aching cock even harder and I kiss her possessively. I can still taste her pussy as I kiss her mouth and it drives me wild. I pull back and try to breathe in some much-needed air before I say what I need to.
“I don’t want anything between us.”
I don’t give her time to answer before I’m kissing her again, and she wraps her arms and legs around me.
My cock is so hard and leaking everywhere. I move my hips just a little and I can feel the warm entrance of her pussy hugging my tip. Her pussy pulses, and it feels like she’s giving me a kiss with her opening.
I love you, I think, but don’t say it out loud. I can’t bear the thought of not hearing it back right now. It’s so sudden, and so soon, but it’s what I feel inside for the first time in my life.
Instead of telling her that, I look into her eyes, and watch her face as I enter her for the first time. She closes her eyes tightly as if in pain, and I nearly black out from the sensation. I’ve never experienced something so wonderful in my entire life. She’s so tight and hot that the pressure squeezes cum out of my dick. I have to take big gulping breaths of air to keep from losing it on the first stroke.
I shake my head a little and try to focus on her pain. “You okay, Tink?” I ask and lean down to kiss her lips softly.
She’s breathing normally now and gives me a little nod but it seems uncertain. “Just go slow, okay?”
I nod and pull back a little before slowly pushing back in. I have to fight my way into her tight pussy and with each thrust, more cum leaks out of me. I try not to think about leaving lines of semen inside her untouched pussy with each stroke. If I think about how at any second I could get her pregnant, every last drop of me will fill her up.
After a few more thrusts, my little fairy has relaxed and moves her hips with me.
“You’re so perfect, Tink. So little and tight. Your pussy is everything I’ve been waiting for. Thank you.”
She giggles a little. “You’re thanking me?”
“If you had any idea how good this feels, you’d understand. I’m going to send your pussy a fruit basket tomorrow.”
She giggles again, and then it turns to a moan when I thrust harder.
We are both on the edge within just a few moments and I know I’m closer than she is. I reach between us and rub her clit while I take her mouth. I feel her body tense and start to shake, and she’s right there with me. As I feel her pussy clench, I finally allow myself to let go of the orgasm I’ve been denying myself. She breaks our kiss to throw her head back and shout her release, and I thrust hard one last time, emptying my cock inside her ripe womb.
With any luck my seed will stay, and she won’t be able to leave me. The thought brings a huge smile to my face and, as my little fairy comes down from her orgasm, she locks eyes with me and matches my smile.
Cum leaks out from around my cock and down her ass, and she wiggles a little at the feeling. I start to thrust again and a look of surprise crosses her face.
“You didn’t think once would be enough did you?” I ask and claim her lips again.
I don’t remember how many orgasms it takes before I finally pull out but when I do, I hold her until she falls asleep. She thinks it is because I want to hold her, which I do, but I also want to make sure my cum stays inside her as long as possible.
BECS
I wake up as a warm tongue circles my clit, slowly teasing and flicking my bud repeatedly, sending zinging vibrations through my body.
“Bray,” I moan, lifting my hips to push my pussy further into his mouth. His hot wet tongue latches onto my clit. The sensation makes my body bow off the bed. Both of his hands grab my hips in response and press me back into the mattress so I can’t move.
He growls around my clit, pushing his mouth tighter against my pussy. It’s always like this with him. As if he can’t get enough of me. He always seems to want to be deeper inside me, no matter if it’s his fingers, his cock, or his mouth. His intensity scares me at times, but I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. Utterly safe, nothing can touch me but him. This is how I’ve felt since the control he was using to keep a distance from me shattered into a thousand pieces. Too many pieces to be put back together again. My body is his, his to control or use how he desires.
Grabbing at the bedspread, my fingers claw the material as if I’m trying to anchor myself. It’s so easy to get lost inside this and forget who I am. He takes my clit into his mouth, sucking at a near frenzy. The sensations shoot to my brain, making my thighs drop farther apart to give him all of me.
“Don’t cum yet. Wait just a little more, Tinkerbell, I want to enjoy it.”
Closing my eyes tighter, I fight against my orgasm. I can feel my breathing grow more ragged, my pussy aching to be filled.
“Eyes on me, Tink. I want you to watch me own you.”
Looking down my body at him, the intensity of his eyes has me squirming, despite my pinned hips. He runs his mouth over my folds, sucking them gently, dragging his teeth against my clit, and then roughly lapping at my slit while never breaking eye contact.
The feeling is too much and I try to close my legs, but he leans forward, blocking me with his broad shoulders.
“Mine!” he growls, fully putting his mouth against me, attacking my clit. It’s as if he thinks I might take it away from him.
I come with his name on my lips, tremors wracking my body. I’m still gasping for air when Bray rises to his knees and pulls my ass onto his lap, sheathing himself inside me in one hard thrust. My back arches off the bed from the ache finally being filled. I feel his body shudder in response to my pussy clenching around him, and the feeling is delicious.
Gripping my hips once again, he starts to thrust. Slow but hard. I can see him fighting his own orgasm. The look on his face is deadly, but I know it’s the one he has when he’s fighting for control and I’m making him lose it.
His eyes focus on my breasts, and with each thrust they bounce at the motion. In the past few weeks it’s like I’ve become his addiction. He can't seem to stop touching me, looking at me, or making me tell him I’m his. I should be running, but I love it. I crave making him want me more, and baiting him into losing control.
“You going to cum again for me, Tink? I want to see it this time. Show me your clit.”
Reaching down, I spread my pussy lips, fully exposing my clit to him.
“Don’t touch it,” he growls and I know he’s talking about my clit. It’s ironic how he used to like to watch me make myself cum, but now he seems to get jealous when I touch myself. He can’t stand that he’s not the one giving me pleasure.
“Look at it,” he says, referring to my clit as he continues his thrust into me.
“It’s begging to be touched, full and engorged just for me,” he mumbles, talking more to himself than me, staring down at my pussy watching his cock disappear inside me, my clit begging for him.
“Please,” I beg, needing just a little more so I can cum again.
“Ask and I’ll give it to you, my little fairy.” I moan at his words. “I know what you want. You want me to cum deep inside you.”
“Please, oh God, please give it to me. Fill me Bray.”
Then his thumb is on my clit giving me the pressure I need, and I come again. My orgasm is long and sweet, my pussy grips his cock like I’m trying to pull his cum from him to fill me.
Bray lowers his body over mine, burying his face in my neck. He thrusts deeper, grinding himself inside me, and cumming like a madman. I can feel the strength leave his body as I take on most of his weight.
We both lie there for a long while. I’m dreading his leaving for work because I
won’t be seeing him again until tonight. He calls me throughout the day now, but it’s not the same. Even though he’s apologized about my last visit to his office, I still haven’t gone back.
He kisses me on my neck, and slowly slides down my body and off the end of the bed. He pauses and looks down at me, my legs still open from his morning assault. The sight of his half-erect cock covered in our juices makes my pussy clench, already missing him inside me. When he pulled out, I could feel his cum run down my folds to my ass.
He stares, captivated. Bracing one hand on the bed, he slides his fingers up my thighs and onto my pussy.
“Don’t wash this off. I want you to walk around all day with me coating you. When I get home tonight, I’m going to bury my face between your legs, and you better still smell like me. You understand, Rebecca?” He phrases it like a question but his tone says otherwise.
“Maybe I’ll just stay right here all day. While you’re at work you’ll know I’m in bed, legs spread, waiting for your inspection,” I say, trying to bait him into staying home with me. The man works too much. Even on the weekends.
His cock jerks at my words, and is fully hard again in half a second.
“I’m sorry, little fairy, but you have a full day today.”
I moan at the reminder. Tonight Bray has a work charity event he’s taking me to.
“Don’t you want to go?”
“No, it’s fine,” I breathe out, but the look on his face makes me think maybe he would rather take someone else. “Do you not want to take me?”
“No it’s just— Never mind,” he says, running his fingers through his hair, something he does when he frustrated. I want to question him, but I’m not sure I want to know why he’s second guessing taking me.
“The stylist will be here at one, and I’ll be home around six.”
“Stylist?” I ask. “I’m sure one of the dresses in the closet will be fine.” Over the past few weeks the closet has slowly started to fill up with clothes I didn’t put there. I haven’t worn any of them, but I know I would have to use something in there for the event. Nothing I owned would be formal enough for tonight, and it seems like half the closet is filled with evening dresses.