by Lana Hartley
"What?" She looks confused.
"STDs, STIs, I don't have any," I clarify.
Her eyebrows raise. This was certainly not the response she expected.
"But I don't plan to fuck anyone but you, when I do plan to fuck you," I offer her. "You asked me what it would mean if you want me to stop. Do you want me to?"
"No," she whispers and looks me in the eye. "You're taking me from here. You're not going to fuck me," she emphasizes the word 'fuck' now, and it sounds raw coming from her mouth. "I want you to make me come." Her trembling arms drop to her sides, and she balls her fists.
"Good. Because I want you to come hard," I say. My turn to inhale. Hearing the strength in Leah's voice with her declaration ignited my interest in Leah. I finish taking off my clothes, unbuttoning my shirt. I go slower when I see her eyes narrow, her mouth slackens, and her fists unwind. She's watching me, and it makes her little nipples hard. "Like what you see?" I taunt her. I don't imagine she'll say anything back. Maybe a nod.
"Yes," she steps closer to me but doesn't know what to do after.
"Thank you, Leah." There's something about this girl being so nice to me when I'm the fucking asshole who's taking her like she's my possession. I mean, this is who I am. She's a sheltered girl who has always known this would happen to her. Still, it isn't weakness that makes her kind. Leah is strong. "You are beautiful," I tell her, and slide out of my slacks. She holds her breath when I tuck my thumbs into my boxer briefs.
Baby girl is probably about to see her first cock. Her face tells me that when I reveal my massive erection, Leah is not disappointed.
Instead of being coy, I'm desperate to hear more from her. I drop down to my knees before her, kissing the front of her panties. I look up at her. "Do you like the way your sweet pussy tastes, baby girl?"
She doesn't say anything, and I'm not surprised. I trail kisses slowly up her stomach and to the valley of her breasts, stopping to go up to her collarbone and land on her jawline. I dip my hand into her panties, feeling how hot and wet her little pussy is for me.
Leah's arms wrap around me when I tease a finger over her clit. Her knees wobble. I've barely touched her, and she's falling apart around me. Her total undoing is going to be delectable.
"I've got you, baby girl." I press my lips to hers, and she kisses me back. It is more intense than I expected, the way she's kissing me back with all the heat I feel between us. I tease her pussy with my fingers, sliding through the lips and just avoiding the clit. I don't finger her yet. I don't even pay more attention to the clit. With every tease, her hips grind against me, and she kisses me harder. Leah's begging with her body, and I'm going to drag every last second of this out. I may not be rough today, but my tenderness comes with its share of devilishness.
Finally, she breaks the kiss. Her eyes are pleading with me, but she doesn't quite know what to say. I can tell. Interesting. I know she's masturbated before, after how I caught her with her hands in the sweetest little cookie jar, but fuck, there's so much to show her.
Slowly and by my design. I'm a bastard and damn it feels good.
"Something wrong, Leah?" I ask her. "Did you want me to stop?" I ask, teasing, and I start to pull my hand from her panties.
Her hand grabs mine, pushing down. "Yes! Something is wrong!" Leah groans. "No, don't stop, I just, I don't know why you aren't just getting it over with." Her frustration is adorable.
"Oh, never do I want you to feel like this is something to get over with. You deserve a real good time, and that's something that takes all night," I tell her, and I thumb her clit in fast circles that widen her eyes and make her nails dig into my arm where she's still holding onto me.
"Well, my father, he fucks girls, and he just slams in and out, and is done with it," Leah manages to get out in a breathy voice while I up the speed on her clit.
"Well, I'm your daddy now, and I know how to fuck." I stop on her clit and sink a single finger into her tight pussy. Her inner walls are squeezing around me, desperate for me to be inside her. "You're mine tonight, all night,” I add a second finger. She's biting her lip, and her pussy is squeezing my fingers hard. “Forever.” She's tight as fuck, and I'm dying to bury my cock in the heaven my fingers have entered.
"Yes, fuck," Leah groans when my other hand squeezes her breast. I squeeze her a little harder than I meant to, but not fucking her is making me crazy. The beast must be sated, and her soft little breasts are their own heaven in my hands. Her tight little body is a perfect instrument for me to compose a masterpiece on. Her moans, groans, and expletives are music to my ears.
She's so goddamn sweet that claiming her is ruining me. No way anyone could be as sweet as my baby girl. "Leah," I say her name. I didn't mean to. Her sweet eyes look up at me and I'm not sure what she's expecting or what I'm saying, but something passes between us. I'm not just the man who owns her now. I'm the man who wants...something more from her. Something I can feel her giving me. I don't know what my brain is on right now but I don't want this feeling to stop, and I'm somehow also terrified. I press a second finger into her and pump her, slower, savoring the way her tight body accommodates me as I fill her up more than she's ever been filled. Leah's stretching for me. Her bright eyes are looking into mine. I pull her against me and walk us toward her bed, dropping us both down and pulling her over my face. I angle her perfect pussy over my face, removing my fingers gently and sucking them clean. Baby girl tastes so damn good on my fingers. I can't wait to have her in my mouth. I feel her thighs tense up, and I say her name again. "Leah, you nervous?" I fucking know she is but the bastard I am, I am going to make her say it. Except I'm not actually trying to torture her. I want her to expel every demon that makes her feel anything but goddamn perfect. Leah is something to behold. There's a strength in her I admire as much as a man can wax poetic about a tight virginal pussy he's about to lick better than any lollipop. I can attest that a man will wax quite a goddamn bit poetic when he feels what I do. My chest is tight, and I'm breathing faster. I'm so fucking hard at the idea of tasting her; you'd think she was on her knees for me now. But tasting her sweet pussy and feeling her come when her soft thighs are shivering around me, and she's quaking from orgasming on my tongue and in my mouth, that will pretty much be as fucking hot for me as it can get.
"Y-yes," Leah whimpers. "I feel like I'm going to lose my balance. And...you're going to put your mouth...there?" She says that last part in almost a whisper, so goddamn quiet that if I wasn't listening so intently to her like she was the only sound in the world, I might not have heard her.
"As far as your balance, darling, you lose that all you want, I'm never going to let you fall." I grip her tighter and let her know that I've got her. "And yes, my mouth is going there. It is going deep there with my tongue and my teeth and my breath, and I'm going to dine on your perfect little pussy. You shouldn't be nervous about that at all. You're so goddamn sexy, Leah, fuck. Try to relax, and you'll enjoy this so much more."
I press my palms into her thighs. Now, it isn't just about her feeling that she's not going to fall. I want my touch to calm her, not scare her. I don't know if death-gripping the girl is going to do it, but it is my first reaction because I don't want her to be afraid. I want her to enjoy my touch, without distraction. "Breathe, baby girl," I command her. The bastard in me can't play nice, and part of her fear has my cock getting harder. I want her tension, her nerves, I want everything to disappear when my mouth touches her, but I'm savoring everything about this moment. I flatten my tongue and pull her pussy down so I can lick her sweet lips. I feel her shiver against me. Hear the moan. I bring my tongue to focus on her clit, greedy for how she's swelling and wet for me already. Leah is blooming against my mouth, and I'm moaning into her pussy, she tastes so damn good. I rock her hips on my face and she gets the motion, and I feel her wavering, shaky movement in time with how I'm fucking her slowly with my tongue now. Yeah, Leah's going to ride my face. Not some porn star perfect moment, but this achingly sweet innocence
where she's doing what feels good to her, and I'm fucking loving every minute of it. She tastes like spiced peaches, like fresh vanilla, like something so pure and innocent and feminine that I want to devour. I want to keep her locked away and lick her pussy all the time like it is my goddamn fountain of youth.
Leah's moans are picking up speed with my tongue, and I'm moving her closer to my face until I am breathing in her pussy and smothering myself in how good she tastes. Fuck, I could do this forever. I would happily die like this. And then I think about my cock buried in her pussy, and I'm driven mad all over again. I close my mouth over her clit and suck it hard, pressing my tongue into her folds and worshiping every inch of her perfect pussy. Her whimpers have become little cries, her breath catching in her throat, and I never want this to stop. I know I want her to come, though, and she's so close. Tonguing circles on her clit, I pull her body close to mine and flip up so that I'm lying her back onto the bed and her thighs wrap around my neck. Leah's making me some pretty goddamn fine earmuffs, and this is exactly what I want. "Fuck, yeah, Leah, come in my mouth and give me everything that sweet pussy has," I growl against her skin, loud enough for the vibrations to rocket more pleasure to her highly sensitized pussy.
I look up into her eyes, she's reaching out to fist my hair, and she's screaming out, trying to breathe. I bring a palm to her stomach, putting some pressure on her to increase her orgasm's intensity, and my other hand cups her face. Our eyes lock, and I'm fucking broken. She's the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen. When I feel that orgasm is starting to roll in waves and it could fade out, I dial up the pleasure, careful not to overwhelm her in the wrong way. I want her to come again, not get overly sensitized. I lick around her clit and keep up the pressure on her stomach. "Breathe for me, Leah, good girl," I tell her and the way she looks at me I practically come myself. She's so fucking hot like this I’m convinced we might ignite. The heat between us is like nothing I've ever felt before. One taste and I'm addicted to Leah.
She rides one orgasm to another, and I keep licking and fingering her pussy, watching her sweet face shift through every sweeping pleasure I offer. Leah breathes for relief, and I take it away until she's come so much that she literally looks exhausted. Because I'm a fucker, that's when I lavish my tongue over every delicate and sensitive inch of her perfect skin. I kiss everywhere on her body, not just that beautiful pussy. She's pliant and silky soft in my hold, leaning against me while I milk every pleasure from her body. Leah's eyes meet mine, and there's a fire. A pang of hunger. Something like what I saw when I met her...except now she's had a taste of what I can offer her. I know that look. She wants more.
Not fucking her is hard as hell and my cock is rock fucking solid. The tip is glistening with my pre-cum, and I want to be able to watch her sweet mouth kiss my cock, my sticky arousal kissing her lips before her mouth wraps around the rod and sucks it. Fuck, thinking of Leah sucking my cock makes it twitch with need, a quick jerk but it makes me want to jerk the poor bastard so that he can get some relief. But the feel of her skin touching it when there's not a particular plan for my cock to be touched -- just passing by as I'm worshiping every inch of her perfect body -- I'm delighted by this special hell I've put myself in. But I have no intention of fucking her now. No, I knew when I came back for her that I wanted to savor this moment. Make this all a sensual tasting. I tasted her. She tasted how much I would make her come.
That's what I wanted. I wanted Leah to be able to savor every moment without worrying about anything. I'd never hurt baby girl. I wanted to worship every inch of her body with my hands...and my tongue. I didn't want to scare her with cock just yet. I'd even told her I wasn't going to fuck her...and she was able to get used to seeing the monster on my body that was coming for her later.
Yeah.
Definitely later. Just not here, not now.
And I liked the way the little princess was looking at me now. She was practically glowing, and not just from the sheen of sweat from how much she'd come. Leah was just goddamn beautiful. I could have looked at her all night; she was so goddamn gorgeous. Leah was mine. I would get her out of this hellhole forever and erase every last memory she'd ever had of this place. This would be her last memory of this dive her shitbag father called a home. Leah was the perfect princess for my not-so-little stone castle.
It was a shame, but when she'd curled up against me, pressing her little palm to my chest, I knew she was tired enough that I could take her from here. I'd already sent a message to schedule someone on my staff to pick up her things later, and I told her. "Anything you want right away, please let me know, and we'll take it now. Otherwise, you'll have everything in the morning."
Leah gulped. Her expression was startled like she hadn't studied for this test question. Maybe baby girl had forgotten that she was going home with me. It would have been a simple enough reaction. But the cursory glance that looked like she did it almost for show, plus her measured response, they all indicated that she knew that she didn't want to take anything from here before she spoke.
"There's nothing," her soft voice escaped her lips.
I tilted her face back toward me. "Well, we'll get you into something with more coverage, for now, and get you out of this hellhole. There's nothing for you here." It was true. She didn't belong with her lech father waiting for whatever prick he would use her to broker a deal with. I'd ended her father and taken her, making out with everything I wanted and saving her from whatever despicable bastard she might have ended up with.
I was going to be so goddamn good to her. "You're not trading one cage for another, Leah," I told her.
She gave me a half-hearted smile.
"I'm serious. You're a smart girl with your whole life ahead of you, and you're not going to be trapped and sequestered away at my home. Our home. I'd like you to work for my company." I realized after talking to her that I wanted to teach her the ropes. Something financial would be fine with me.
"Slave and slave labor?" Leah said and paused. She chuckled. It was a joke, but she was still nervous. For a good reason.
"You'll get a salary if that makes it any better," I offered.
"Doesn't that make me a whore?" Leah's eyes regarded me with defiance. The fire in her eyes licked at something in my soul that made me crave her even more than I already did.
"You aren't taking payment for sex. You're the payment in this arrangement with your father, and as far as I'm concerned, I'm saving you from a worse fate. I assure you that when I touch you again, you'll want it." I said, fisting my cock for extra menace. Because as much as she gasped now, as she looked horrified, I saw the hunger in how she looked at me. At my cock. Baby girl wanted what I had to offer.
I looked at her face, a mask of consternation, and I knew my work here wasn't done. "I don't want this life for you. You don't want it, either, do you?" I waved my hand around to indicate this room where her father kept her locked away.
"No, Mr. Renaud, sir," Leah looked down. She was trembling in part from her fear and in part because I was intimidating.
I sat back on her bed and waved for her to come closer to me.
“I told you earlier to call me Jacob," I said, even though the idea of her calling me 'sir' made my cock jump. I was going to be good and not fuck her, so right now making her come by riding me was all I would put on the menu. If she had the energy to sass me, to be stressed, then Leah had the energy and the need to come again. "Put my face between your knees and hold onto your headboard. I want you to ride my face until you're not so damn stressed, baby girl."
Her eyes widened, and she started to comply, but her legs were trembling. She was equal parts nervous and excited. I knew that when I rolled her sweet pussy over my face and let her grind into me, all her anxiety could fade away.
"Y-yes, Jacob," Leah stammered.
"This is about feeling good for you. You do what feels good. I want you to come until you don't want to scream for anything but pleasure. Then you'll come home with me."
Leah
The next day, I woke with a hazy mind that had absolutely no idea about where I was. I didn't recognize any of my surroundings because I'd never seen them before, but I knew with utter certainty that I was in Jacob Renaud's home. A cursory glance in all directions after rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and without a doubt, I knew that I was in his bedroom. The opulence somehow present in the understated elegance was everything about him. The dark, rich wood walls were a sharp contrast to the gaudiness of my father's ornate wallpaper in my room. The simple, stark white and rich taupes of the art in the room were a tasteful addition to smart places within the room. The black, stone and metal furniture in the room was stunning against the nice canvas and cloth on other parts of the room. The plush silk sheets against the cream bedspread were a delicate contrast to the rich oaken bedframe surrounding where I had slept.