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by Roberts, Laylah


  “I’ve just washed every inch of you. There’s no need to be embarrassed. Now lay back and I’ll put this blanket on you.”

  He watched hungrily as she lay down. Her hair spilled around her and he gathered it up so it wasn’t lying next to her skin, fanning it out on the rug beneath her so it would dry more quickly.

  “Warm enough?” he murmured.

  “Yes,” she replied, her cheeks slightly flushed. With embarrassment or arousal he wasn’t sure.

  “Good. Bring your legs together and bend them, feet on the floor, then let your knees drop open like you would at the gynecologist.”

  “I’ve never been to one.”

  “What?” He stared at her in shock.

  “Well, I’ve never had sex before so didn’t see much need.”

  He shook his head. “You still need to be checked over. Your parents ought to be shot for not taking care of you properly.”

  “Can we talk about something other than my parents right now?”

  He nodded. “Sure, baby. Do as I’ve said now.”

  She looked uncertain but raised her legs up then dropped them to the sides. A shiver rocked her.

  “Too cold?” He looked up at her in concern.

  “No. I just…this is a little embarrassing.”

  “Like I said, nothing is embarrassing between a daddy and his little one.” He rubbed his hand over the top of her thigh soothingly. Then he grabbed the can of shaving cream he’d found in her toilet bag. She obviously used it for her legs, but it would work well for this.

  He lathered her up and started to shave her pussy.

  “Just stay very still and Daddy will get all this hair off this pretty, plump pussy.” Her legs trembled and he heard her breath coming faster. As he finished, he drew the lips of her pussy apart to get any stray hairs, but mostly so he could check how wet she was. Her lips glistened, her clit was swollen, peeking out of its hood.

  “Uh-oh, somebody likes having Daddy shave their pussy. Look how wet you are.”

  “Oh God,” she groaned.

  He lay on his stomach between her legs and spread her wide, inspecting her. “Ask Daddy to make you come.”

  “W-what?”

  “Ask me to make you come. Ask me very nicely and I might just lick you into orgasm.”

  There was a beat of silence. “Please, Daddy, will you make me come?” she asked in a hesitant voice.

  “Hmm. Not quite. Say, please Daddy, will you lick my little pussy and make me come all over your tongue.”

  “I can’t say that!”

  He had to hide a grin at her shocked voice. Then he schooled his face into a stern look and sat up so he was gazing down at her. “Do you want to come, Ellie?”

  She whimpered and nodded.

  “Then you know what to do, don’t you? You need to learn to obey Daddy.”

  She flung an arm over her eyes. “Please Daddy, will you lick my little p-pussy and make me come all over your t-tongue?”

  “It would be my pleasure.”

  He laid back between her legs, parting her plump lips. He leaned in, taking a long, leisurely lick of her juices. He cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples as he explored her pussy.

  He sighed in satisfaction as the taste of her burst along his tongue. Her small whimpers filled the room, and his cock throbbed with need. Damn, he was going to have to dive naked into the snow at this point to cool himself off.

  Circling her clit, he listened to her cries deepen, her breathing grow more erratic. She shifted around on the rug, but otherwise she was quiet.

  So this is what he had to do to get her to be quiet? He smiled. Truthfully, the amount she talked didn’t worry him. He’d thought it would have. He was a pretty quiet guy, generally. But it was nice to have someone fill the silence.

  He flicked his tongue over her clit and she let out a loud cry, her hips thrusting up. He moved his tongue around, circling her clit then running the flat of it over the top before flicking it firmly.

  “Oh God. Oh God, Bear. That feels fucking amazing. Please. Please. I can’t…please, I can’t.”

  He knew she was close. Punishing her by withholding orgasm was going to be hard when she reached her peak so quickly. She was so honest. There was no pretense to her.

  He moved his finger to circle her entrance then pushed it slightly inside her, thrusting it back and forth gently as he drove his tongue against her clit. Faster. Harder. Until she screamed with her release. He could feel her pulsate around the tip of his finger and couldn’t help but imagine what she would feel like around his cock.

  He continued to lick her until her breathing calmed then he knelt and stripped off his shirt, needing to cool off a bit, before he lay beside her on his back.

  “Oh my,” she said in a breathless voice.

  “Oh my,” he repeated with amusement. Sometimes the things she came out with were hilarious.

  “So how does that rate in comparison to what you’ve had before?” he asked her with a small grin on his face.

  “Rate?” she asked. “It doesn’t even rate on the same scale. What I gave myself was barely a one, what you just gave me was an eighty-five, at least.”

  “Eighty-five?” he mused. “I’m going to have to up my game, then aren’t I?” He lightly pinched her nipple. “I’ve got to at least get two hundred, right?”

  She rolled her eyes. “The scale was a one to ten scale, you know.”

  “I know. But a man’s gotta have goals.”

  “That was…beyond anything I’d ever imagined.”

  He rolled onto his side and gave her a long, lingering kiss before pulling back reluctantly.

  She ran her hand over his shoulder and down his chest. “My God, you’re beautiful.”

  He gave a surprised laugh. “It’s not me who is the beautiful one, sweetheart.”

  She smiled. “I guess men don’t like being called beautiful. But you are. You’re hot and rugged and sweet and sexy and kind. Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”

  He stiffened slightly at her words. Because he couldn’t trust anyone’s motives. But he trusted her. Jesus, he’d known her just a few days. But they’d been together almost every minute of those days. Hell, they’d probably spent more time together than a couple who had been dating for a month.

  She leaned in and latched onto his nipple and he groaned, his attention diverted from his thoughts. Especially as she licked at his nipple, her other hand running down his abs, towards his…

  Bear rolled her gently onto her back. She opened her mouth to protest but he followed her down, lying over her, his weight resting on his forearms which lay on either side of her head, his legs between hers, his cock pressing against her pussy. And there was no mistaking that there was something very hard and very large pressed against her.

  “So, you carry bananas in your pocket?” she joked, feeling slightly breathless.

  “Baby, if you can’t tell the difference between a banana and a cock, we have some problems.”

  “You might have to educate me.”

  “First of all, there is nothing squishy about my cock.”

  “Got it,” she replied as he pushed against her.

  “You cannot peel my cock.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “You squeeze it and you’re likely to get a whole different reaction from doing that with a banana.”

  “How is this conversation turning me on?” she muttered.

  He grinned down at her. “Biting down is a hard limit. You bite down on my cock, and I’m going to tie you up, put a clit tickler on you and keep you on the edge of orgasm all day.”

  “Got it, no eating the banana, umm I mean cock.”

  “Of course, you are welcome to suck, lick, and run your hand up and down it.”

  “I cannot wait. What about the accompanying mangoes?” she asked.

  “Mangoes? We have got to work on your dirty talk.”

  “Ooh, is that what this in? I’ve never engaged in dirty talk before.” She gr
inned.

  He quirked one eyebrow. “I couldn’t tell.”

  She slapped his shoulder playfully.

  “Just for reference, if they were mangoes, I would have some serious issues with walking normally.”

  “Grapes then?” she asked with mock-innocence.

  “Grapes!” He gave her an outraged look. “Woman, you are this close to ending up over my knee.” He held up his thumb and forefinger so they were an inch apart.

  “I certainly hope that’s not an indication of your banana size.”

  “You know damn well it’s not,” he muttered.

  “I really think I should help you with that fruit salad problem you have going on.”

  He groaned at her words. “Sweetheart, right now I want nothing more than to spend the afternoon with you in bed.”

  “There’s a but coming, isn’t there?”

  “I don’t think now is the time for me to be taking your virginity.”

  It smarted a little. She knew he was just trying to protect her. But she guessed she wanted him to be so overcome with lust he couldn’t think of anything but taking her. Then again, the attention he’d given her was like nothing she’d experienced before.

  He put her needs first. And she’d never had someone like that in her life, had she?

  “But we don’t need to fuck for me to help you with your little problem.”

  “Can you please not call it a little problem? You’ll give me a complex.”

  She giggled. She was aware that he wasn’t saying no. “Please, Bear. I want to do this.”

  He rolled away from her and disappointment flooded her. He lay with his arm over his face. “You are fucking killing me here.”

  He hadn’t left, though. She rolled to her side and slowly reached a hand under his jeans. “Please let me.”

  He dropped his arm to peer out at her. “Like I can fucking say no to you?”

  She grinned. “Really? I’ll keep that in mind.”

  He pointed a finger at her. “To a point. I won’t let you risk yourself.”

  “I hardly think giving you a blow job is much of a risk.” She undid his jeans and he helped her by raising his hips so she could lower them. He was going commando. Her breath sucked in at the sight of him. Nope, nothing little about his problem.

  “Hand job,” he countered.

  “What?” she asked, distracted. She wrapped her hand around his cock. It twitched and she nearly giggled. Okay, she had to get her shit together. She might be inexperienced, but she was pretty certain giggling at a guy’s dick was a big no-no. It wasn’t that she found it funny. She was just nervous as hell. She’d never sucked a man’s cock. She’d never even touched one before. Yep, this was a whole new ballgame. He was warmer than she’d thought. Smooth. Firm. There was no hair around his genitals, did he remove it?

  “You’re going to give me a hand-job.”

  “All right. I, umm, don’t really know what I’m doing, though.”

  “Fuck, baby. Not much you can do wrong,” he groaned as she lightly squeezed him. “Run your hand up and down my shaft. Yeah, that’s it. It’s not going to take much for me to come. This is going to be the world’s shortest fucking hand job.”

  She smiled at that. Although she didn’t want it to end too quickly. She wanted to keep touching him, giving him pleasure. He had an unguarded look on his face, he was relaxed. She liked it. She continued to run her hand up and down his dick.

  “What else should I be doing?”

  He looked at her. “It’s a turn-on, knowing this is your first hand-job, you know, that right?”

  “Really?” she asked. “I thought it would be turn-off for most guys, me not knowing what I’m doing.”

  She’d been starting to think she might have to look into lessons or something. Or some sort of instructional video online.

  “Nope, fucking turn-on knowing I’m your first.”

  “I want you to be my first in everything,” she whispered.

  His face tightened and she wasn’t sure what that look on his face was. Did he not like that idea? Was it something he didn’t want?

  She hated being so insecure.

  “Lean in and lick my nipple,” he commanded instead of responding to what she’d just revealed. “Play with me like I did with you.”

  Okay, that she could do. She leaned in and ran her tongue over his nipple. He groaned. “I didn’t know that nipples were as sensitive for men as they are for women.”

  “Don’t know about other men, that’s not really something we sit around and discuss, but I like my nipples being played with.”

  Then that’s what she’d do. Because she wanted to please him. She wanted to make him feel as good as he had her.

  So, she suckled on his nipple then lapped at it with her tongue.

  “Don’t stop using your hand on me,” he groaned.

  She realized then that her hand had stilled. Shit. She was already failing hand job 101. “Sorry,” she said hastily.

  “Nothing to be sorry about,” he told her. “I get it. My nipple is pretty mesmerizing.”

  She snorted. “Yep, it pulled me into its orbit and I couldn’t break free. It’s like a sick obsession.”

  “I have heard that more than I can say.”

  Okay, she didn’t like that. She narrowed her gaze at him. “That so?”

  “It was a joke,” he said hastily.

  “Good, because I might be a virgin but even I know it’s bad form to talk about your other lovers when your current lover has her hand around your cock.”

  “Very bad form.”

  She smiled then leaned up to kiss him. He met her halfway, his tongue sweeping inside to play with hers and she realized she was so taken with the kiss that she’d stopped her movements along his cock again.

  “You’re distracting me,” she complained after pulling away from him.

  “Don’t want that,” he panted. His breath was coming faster. His skin glistening with scent. “I’m close, sweetheart.”

  “Please, could I taste you?”

  “You really want to taste me?” He looked surprised.

  “Women don’t want that?”

  “Not the ones I’ve been with.” He grimaced as he realized what he said. “Sorry.”

  “I want to. Please. Please let me.”

  He groaned. “Fuck. Never had anyone beg to taste me. Christ, what are you doing to me? All right. But take it nice and slow. Take me into your mouth and keep using your hand.”

  She scooted down eagerly, taking the first few inches of his dick into her mouth.

  “Now suck on me, baby. That’s it. Yeah, run your hand up and down my dick. Oh, fuck yeah. You have no idea how good that feels. Get ready, I’m about to come. You can still pull back if you need to.”

  He thrust up slightly, and found his release. She swallowed him down, loving the noises he made, knowing she’d brought him as much pleasure as he had her. She kept hold of him even after he’d completely spent. Then she pulled back, licking the head.

  “Baby, oh shit, you have to stop that.”

  “You haven’t gone down,” she pointed out, staring at his still-hard cock.

  “Yeah, well, I don’t think once with you is enough for the old fella.”

  “Old fella?” She giggled. “You’re not that old.”

  “I am in comparison to you,” he grumbled. “Get up here and stop staring at him. He’s going to get a complex.”

  “Jeez, I can’t call him small, can’t stare at him. He’s got issues.”

  He snorted. “Move up here, I want to cuddle you.”

  He drew her up so she lay sprawled over his chest. He wrapped his arm around her and placed his hand on her neck, massaging lightly.

  “All right? Not hurting anywhere?”

  “Bear, I’m not fragile.”

  “Never said you were. But you were just injured.”

  “I don’t need you to baby me.” She realized what she’d just said and blushed. “Well, you know w
hat I mean.”

  “I haven’t been babying you, although I certainly can. I’m sure I can fashion a diaper and find something that might work as a pacifier.”

  She leaned up to glare down at him. He grinned at her.

  “Stop joking around. I don’t go that young when I’m little.”

  “Come here.” He positioned her against his chest once more and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “You know I only want to give you what you need.”

  Made for a nice change from having her needs completely ignored. Even if it was a bit of an adjustment for her.

  “So…how as that on a scale?” she asked.

  “Oh, definitely a nineteen.”

  “What?”

  “Out of twenty,” he added with a chuckle.

  “Hmm, seems I’m going to need practice. I wonder where I can find a willing partner.”

  He smacked his hand down sharply on her bottom. “What was that?”

  “I didn’t mean it, sir! You’re the only partner I need. I only want to practice my skills with your banana and mangoes.”

  She giggled as he groaned.

  6

  “Will you sleep with me tonight?” Ellie asked him as she lay in bed that night. It was probably silly to feel so shy when he’d had his mouth on her pussy earlier. But what if he said no? She was going to feel embarrassed and rejected.

  He rubbed his chin, looking tired. He couldn’t be getting much rest in that chair. Guilt filled her. She wanted to take care of him. Wanted to do something for him.

  Well, you could always give him another hand job.

  Jeez, was she turning into a hussy or what?

  “Not sure that’s a good idea.”

  Her heart plummeted. He was rejecting her. What they’d done earlier meant nothing to him. He was probably grateful things hadn’t gone any further than they had.

  “My control only goes so far and it would be too tempting, lying next to you.”

  She sucked in a breath. “You still want me?”

  His gaze narrowed. “Still want you? I want you even more than I did before and I didn’t think that was possible.” He shifted around on the armchair. “Think I might need another cold walk outside just so I can get more comfortable.”

 

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