by Darcy Kent
I want to make her come. All over me. Her moans multiply. She gets louder, and my cock throbs. I need her.
I eat her out on the kitchen counter while the coffee grows cold. I don’t care about the coffee, all I care about is her satisfaction. I need her to come on my tongue.
She bucks her hips once more, and the movements rock against my face. She vibrates all around me, shaking and trembling legs. Her hands grow weak. She collapses beneath me, breathing heavily.
“Oh my God, Beckett.”
“I’m not done with you yet, little girl.” Not at all.
I lower her skirt, helping her off the counter and onto her wobbly legs. I kiss her full lips, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
“Have you ever been fucked by a man?” I ask, after I break the kiss.
“No,” she says and my cock is rock solid.
When I lead her into my master bedroom, she smiles.
I leave the light off and point to the bed. She moves over to it and slides under the covers.
How sweet.
I remove my shirt, unbuttoning the buttons slowly. The material falls from my body, and she catches a glimpse of my solid chest by the light of the moon.
Her eyes widen, and I can tell she likes what she sees.
Lowering my zipper, I move further into the room. I step out of my pants, and rub my cock under my boxers.
This girl is gonna get it. She doesn’t even know what I have in store for her. But, first thing I need to do is pop that little cherry.
Can’t destroy her before I take her smoothly into the night. Being rough is fun, but not for a virgin. I don’t want to hurt her, no matter how hard I am.
And I really am.
I stalk closer, a wolf hunting his prey. She giggles, and I smile.
My huge king-sized bed hides her tiny frame from me in the darkness, and I climb up onto the mattress. “Come here, Tessa,” I call out on a groan.
She scoots closer, and I breathe in deep. Peaches. She smells like a ripe little peach.
I pull her in close, wrapping my arms around her tiny frame. A kiss to calm her nerves a bit, and then I delve my tongue deep inside her mouth. Sliding a little deeper on each swipe of my tongue, she opens herself to me.
Reaching down I pull her pale pink shirt over her head. My eyes take in the purple, lace bra covering her full tits. I trace my finger over her hard nipples poking through, and she lets out a soft moan.
Unfastening her bra, I slowly pull it off and cup both her tits in my hands. "Fuck, your tits are perfection, little girl." Rubbing my thumbs on her hard-pink nipples, I lean forward sucking one into my mouth.
"Oh god." Arching her back pushes more of her tit into my mouth, and I suck harder.
Moving to her other tit, I mimic my actions as I lay her flat on her back.
Kissing down her soft stomach, I pull off her skirt, the last piece of clothing hiding her incredibly perfect body from me.
I give myself a minute to take in how fucking stunning she is, a beautiful virgin laying before me, waiting for me to claim her.
I plant one hand on the back of her head, her long tresses spiraling around my fingers. With the other, I find the spot between her legs, wet and ready, dripping with want for the man standing here ready to take her most prized possession. Her virginity.
I’m a lucky man tonight. I haven’t fucked a virgin since high school, almost ten years ago. I usually work late, and when I do meet women, it’s never virgins. I’d been married for five years, and since the split, there has been no one to make the blood pump south. Not like Tessa. Anytime I even think about her, my cock pulses and my heart races.
I continue kissing her, until her body is plush against mine. My hands roam all over, wanting to feel everything she has to offer. When my fingers slip over her wet pussy, my chest heats up. All coherent thoughts are lost to the feel of her. I push the tip of my finger inside her, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She’s so tight.
I want to finger fuck her first before I give her the real deal. I need to make this smooth for her, so she can handle my thick cock.
I spread her legs apart, leaning into kiss her neck. Her body moves with ease against my hand. She lets me control her, which I love.
I could get used to a girl like this.
She’s a beautiful disaster just waiting to wreck my life. I need to remember what this is and not become prisoner to her witchcraft.
I feel the inside of her. She feels so good. I want more. My cock throbs and pulses. Fuck. The anticipation is killing me.
Every night she’s all I think about. And, now, here she is. Submitting to my every demand. I’m a lucky son-of-a-bitch.
I do my best to toy with her clit. I try my hardest to make sure she enjoys every second of what I give her.
I give her my all.
She loves it, squirming and moaning. She loves having my fingers fuck her in the most erotic way. She needs my cock. This, I know.
“That’s right. Come all over my fingers.”
Her skin is hot. Her pussy clenches my fingers.
My head screams at me to take it slow. But, my cock doesn’t want to listen. I want to slam inside her in the worst way.
I push my finger deeper, adding another finger to stretch her just a bit more. She is so fucking tight. It makes my cock grow even more, if that were even possible.
I could come from this alone.
But, I resolve to wait.
Taking her virginity will be my greatest conquest. She’s worth the wait. The hottest piece of ass is lying on my bed, about to come all over my hand. I hook my finger, and she moans. “That’s right, baby.”
Her nails dig into flesh, her legs wrap around me. God, she’s sweet as hell. Christ, I can’t wait much longer.
I pick up speed, fucking her little pussy with my finger faster and faster. I suck a nipple into my mouth, tugging the pebbled nub in between my teeth. Her grip tightens. Her moans escalate.
“I’m coming,” she cries, and it’s music to my ears.
Oh, and I feel it. So, hot. So, wet. She bucks beneath me, my fingers stuck in her tight cunt. Her body trembles her release and it’s cute how she bites her bottom lip as the ecstasy leaves her body.
I kiss her soft lips. “You’re beautiful,” I tell her.
She smiles. A really pretty smile that makes my chest ache. I stare at her, watching her body relax after her orgasm. She really is stunning.
How she doesn’t have a boyfriend is beyond me. How some man hasn’t already claimed her for their own is mind-boggling to me.
If she were mine, I’d never let her go. She can't be mine, though. Nine-year age difference. And I also have a kid to think about. She has dreams, goals. College and a lifetime of aspirations to fill. I don’t need to tie her down with my baggage.
She’s great with Micah. And Micah adores her. But, I won’t ever pursue anything with her. She needs to experience life.
I push all these thoughts from my mind and grab a condom from the nightstand. “Are you ready to be fucked?”
She nods her head, wide eyes and soft curves aimed at me.
“Good, cause baby, I don’t think I can hold off any longer.”
She wraps her arms around me. “Do it. Fuck me like you want to. I want you to be happy.”
I grab her chin, bringing her lips close to mine. “This makes me happy.”
“But, I want you to feel good. Don’t take it slow. I don’t care. Do what you want to me.”
Fuck. My cock can’t hold on any longer. Thoughts of slamming my thickness into her fills my mind. Even if she says it, I won’t hurt her. I don’t want to. I want her to enjoy herself more.
“I’ll go slow. I’ll make sure you can handle me.”
She lies back, spreading her legs for me. “Come take me.”
I stare deep in her soft, brown eyes. Rolling the condom over my dick, I smile to her before laying my body on top of her.
She moans as I press my cock at her entranc
e. Her touch is hot on my skin. I slip inside her, pushing gently as I go further.
“Am I hurting you?” I ask.
She shakes her head, and I push even deeper. I wait a moment to let her acclimate to my size. And then it begins, a slow push and pull of our bodies. Thrusting, digging, and sinking inside her pussy.
So, tight. So, fucking hot. My God, I’d give anything in the world to be able to have this pussy every night. Best pussy I’ve ever fucked. Best pussy I could ever even imagine fucking.
She’s got the brains and killer tits to go with it.
I pump inside her. My cock is ready to burst.
“You feel so good,” I say on a grunt.
Her body is receptive, and she bucks beneath me meeting me thrust for thrust. I grab her ass, spreading her pussy wide open for me. I go harder, pressing my luck a bit, and her eyes fly open.
“Oh, God, Beckett.”
“Yeah, you like that?”
She nods, and I push in deeper again. Back and forth our bodies unite in the hottest way possible. This will be one experience I won’t be forgetting anytime soon. Her body wraps around me like a glove, like she was made just for my cock.
It’s beautiful.
She is.
We are. Together. Under the moonlight streaming through the windows. Our own private sanctuary. An ultimate fuck fest.
I own her in this room. She’s mine.
It sounds good to say those words. To know that she is here to pleasure me. I push in again and she moans, her walls clenching my cock.
I struggle to breathe as she moves her hands down my back, nails scraping skin. They make their way down and grab my bare ass. She grips tight, pushing me inside her further, egging me on with her force. I slam into her. Fuck, yeah.
I ram harder, picking up my pace. Smooth and hard.
My heart is heavy with something I can’t identify. Our eyes lock as I fill her up. My green eyes connect with her soft browns. I can see everything in them. She’s enjoying this. Her virginity is now mine. And I won’t forget it.
Our bodies climb, both of us close to reaching our climax. I need to make sure she races off first. I want her to come all over me.
“Come on me,” I say.
She breathes hard, her chest rising and falling with each pump of her tiny body.
I pick up my pace, racing toward the ending of this, whatever it is.
I care about this girl. But, I shouldn’t be feeling anything toward her. After I get off, I need to regain composure and control of the situation. She’s my babysitter, and a damn good one. It’s hard to find good help in the city.
And I hope I didn’t just fuck this whole thing up.
Thoughts fill my mind, warding off my release just a bit. She’s like a ravenous minx, unable to get enough of my giant cock. Her hands fly to my hair, pulling and tugging. She kisses my neck, nibbling on the skin as she goes. “I’m so close, Beckett.”
Fuck. Her voice pushes me closer to the intended goal.
I know the moment she comes. Her body shoots off. Her pussy pulses and grips my cock. It’s all too much.
Fuck me. I could fuck this girl forever.
Her spasms are too hot for me to ignore. “Fuck, baby, your little pussy.”
“Oh, God,” she cries.
“You’re so tight. Fuck. I love your wet cunt.” I love fucking this girl.
She comes and comes, her body not stopping, and I keep pushing deeper loving the feel of her sweet pussy on my cock.
And then without warning, it hits me like a tidal wave. My orgasm washes through me, and all the pent-up energy releases. Gone are the long nights of working too much. Gone are the worries over every little thing.
I keep coming, never wanting to stop with this girl.
She’s perfect in every way.
Her body relaxes with the last of her tremors, releasing her fatigued muscles into a satiated mess.
I pump once more and wait for my body to calm.
Chapter Four
After both our bodies have returned to normal, I climb off her. Entering my bathroom, I dispose of the condom and grab a washcloth.
With warm water, I wet the cloth and bring it back to her. I press it firmly between her legs. “Does that feel good?”
“Yeah,” she whispers.
Once I feel she is completely cleaned, I place a soft kiss on her lips. “I’m going to check on Micah.”
Walking to my son’s room, after throwing on my night pants, I run my hand through my hair. I just fucked my babysitter, taking her virginity, and son of a bitch if it wasn’t one of the most erotic moments of my life. Pushing open my son’s door, I look at him sound asleep, his tiny chest rising and falling. Making my way over, I kiss the top of his head and pull the covers up around him. This is my life right here. And the girl in my bed? Damn, she’s something else completely.
When I enter my bedroom, Tessa is sitting up with the blanket tucked around her. “Is he alright?”
“He’s fine,” I say, reaching out a hand to her. “Come with me.” She doesn’t even question, just places her small hand in mine and allows me to lead her into the bathroom.
I set the shower and turn around taking in her young, tight body. A body that will forever be claimed by me. Right now, I need to take care of her. Stepping out of my pants, I pull her to me, pressing my lips against hers. “Get your sexy body in that shower, little girl. I’m going to take care of you differently now.”
She steps in, and I follow right behind, turning her so the water rushes over her body. Shit, it’s going to take all my willpower not to fuck her again in here. Her pussy isn’t ready for that, not yet anyway.
I pull her back against my front and pick up the soap. I lather it in my hands and run them over her soft, wet skin. She’s so responsive to my touch. Her nipples harden and goosebumps cover her arms. Reaching her pussy, I softly wash it and her head drops back onto my shoulder. I bite her ear and whisper, “As much as I’d love to fuck this tight pussy again, you’re not ready yet.”
“I’m ready,” she argues.
Cupping her pussy, I kiss her neck. “Not yet, I’ll hurt you, and that’s not something I’m willing to do. Right now, I’m going to finish washing you. Let me take care of you, Tessa.”
Without another word, I wash her body, even her hair, taking care of her like she deserves. When I’m done, I pull her wet curves to mine and kiss the hell out of her, pushing my hard cock against her sore pussy, so she knows exactly the effect she has on me.
“Beckett,” she moans, and I smile against her lips.
“You feel my hard cock? That’s what you do to me. That’s the power you have over me, little girl. I will fuck you again. But not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to hold you in my arms while you sleep.”
Turning off the shower, I dry her off and we return to the bedroom. Pulling out one of my shirts, I hand it to her and slip into my black boxers.
Grabbing her hand, I bring her into bed with me and lie down. She places her head on my chest, and I run my fingers through her wet hair. It doesn’t take long before her breathing is soft and she’s fallen asleep.
*****
“Daddy, I’m hungry,” Micah yells, jumping on the bed.
I laugh and let out a yawn, before my eyes widen. Tessa. Fuck. Sitting up quickly, I’m greeted by Micah’s smiling face and an empty spot in the bed where she laid last night. She left?
“Daddy, come on.”
Needing to focus on my son and not the fact that Tessa isn’t in my bed, I get up. “Alright, let’s go have some Mickey Mouse pancakes, buddy.”
He squeals with excitement and rushes off toward the kitchen. After making his pancake and getting him settled at the table, I make myself coffee and it brings be back to last night. Fuck, I hope I didn’t hurt her and that’s why she left. Or, hell, maybe she just wanted to give up her virginity. Both make me feel like shit, and as I look over at Micah, I wonder if I just fucked up the best babysitting gig.
Part of me wants to call her and see if she’s okay, but I’m not going to do it. She left and whatever that reason was, it was good enough to have her sneak out in the middle of the night. Fuck, I guess the idea of my cock being buried in that tight pussy will be just that.
I guess I’ll find out Monday morning if she shows up to babysit or not.
A Night With The Babysitter
Part 2
By Darcy Kent
Chapter One
Tessa
I left in the middle of the night. Afraid to face Beckett in the morning. Beckett. The man who took my virginity. He didn’t really take it, I gave it to him willingly. It was sensual and surreal. It was something I’d been wanting for some time.
Of course, I felt it was a teenaged crush. Something he would never even think about. Or actively pursue. I’d seen the way he would stare at me late at night, but I never imagined it would ever happen.
I dreamed it would. Even fantasized by touching myself late at night in my bed. He was always first thing on my mind when I wake up, and the last thing I think about when I lay my head down at night. He really is such a good man. The way he is with his son, well, it makes me swoon.
On my way home in the wee hours of the morning, I tried to talk myself out of the feelings beginning to take root deep inside me. I tried to make me forget about all the late night chats him and I would have discussing poetry, or pottery. We would discuss everything and anything.
This wasn’t anything to him. It was one night, and I’m sure he’d already regretting everything. I pull up to my tiny apartment complex and hop out of my two-door Sedan. Vera, my roommate, should be up and getting ready for school at this hour. My classes start a bit later, so I usually miss her in the mornings.
I walk inside, tossing my keys on the entryway table by the front door. I lean my body back against the white door, and scream a happy squeal. Vera rushes out of the bathroom, a red towel wrapped around her long torso.