My cock is aching in my jeans. At this point it’s harder than a steel railroad spike, and there’s no point trying to hide it anymore.
“My goodness, Griff,” she says in a breathy voice, “are you OK? You’re sweating like crazy!”
She stands up and comes toward me carrying the ice cube tray, the details of her naked body glowing through the wet fabric of her tank top and panties.
“Maybe you should try to cool off,” she says, placing the tray on the window sill beside us. “I don’t want you to have a heatstroke before you’re able to…finish the job.”
She looks down at the enormous bulge that’s straining hard against the front of my jeans and licks her lips. Then she flips her hair back and gazes up into my eyes.
“Look, Griff, I know that you know.”
“You know that I know what?” I ask as I set my screwdriver down.
“That I broke the air conditioner on purpose so you’d have to come over and fix it.”
My heartbeat is thundering in my ears. It’s thundering in my cock too. I draw the back of my hand across my brow to wipe away the slick sweat that’s accumulating there.
“Now why the heck did you go and do that?” I ask her.
“Oh, Griff,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the fan, “I’ve been a very naughty girl.”
She curls her fingers through the belt loops of my jeans and pulls her body against mine. A soft little sound escapes her mouth as my hard package presses against her belly
“It’s just…I like having you here, Griff. In fact, I love it. You make me feel so safe and protected. It’s kind of like you’re the daddy I never had. And you make me feel other things too…”
Her fingers walk along my belt and meet each other behind by back. She lays her chin against my chest and gazes up at me.
I should get the hell out of here. I should turn tail and run for the hills right now before this gets out of hand. If I give in to this temptation, I’ll be booking myself a one-way ticket to a place that’s a heck of a lot hotter than this apartment.
But, like the good book says: the flesh is weak. I’m not going anywhere.
“So the sink, the stove—all the stuff that’s been broken this week—you did all that just to get me to come over here?”
“Well the blown fuse on Monday was real, although I probably could have fixed that myself. I’m sorry, Griff, but I just can’t help myself. I can’t stop thinking about you day and night. Especially night. It’s not fair—you just make me so fucking hot, and I don’t know how to cool myself down.”
“Maybe I can help with that,” I tell her.
I take an ice cube from the tray on the window sill and I run it slowly over her plump lower lip. The heat of her mouth starts it melting right away. Her eyes flutter closed as she savors the feeling. The tip of her tongue darts out to lick the tip of the ice cube. A drop of melted ice slithers down her chin.
“Kiss me, Griff,” she begs, her voice quivering and weak.
I lean down and take her in a slow, wet kiss. Her lips are still cool from the ice, but underneath she is pure fire. We crush our mouths together so hard it hurts. She parts her lips to let my tongue in, and her own curious tongue is there to greet me.
One of my hands slides down to cup her the perfect roundness of her butt, pulling her body even tighter against mine. Her crotch grinds against me with a rhythmic yearning. She bites my lower lip playfully. Tugs at it. I bring my other hand up to her full round breast, squeezing it. Her nipple pokes out through the fabric of her top, and I roll it between my thumb and forefinger.
“Let’s get you out of these wet clothes, sweet thing,” I whisper in her ear.
I slip my fingertips under the hem of her tank top and she raises her arms for me as I peel it up over her head. Her naked breasts bounce free of the fabric, the nipples full and erect. I run the ice cube over them and she shrieks with delight, biting her fingers into my ass.
“Do you want to suck my nipples, lover?” she asks.
As I lean down toward her, she raises one breast for me, feeding me the nipple. I suck her luscious tit slow and deep, flicking the tip of my tongue over the taut, springy nipple inside my mouth. I turn my attention to the other breast. She mews and whines and grinds herself against me even more vigorously.
“Oh my god you make me feel so good,” she purrs in my ear. “I knew I needed a real man like you to rock my world.”
Her fingers work the buttons of my shirt like magic, and it comes off. We begin to move down to the floor, my face buried in the hollow of her neck, kissing her sweet soft skin. She blindly reaches for an ice cube from the tray as we go down. She gets one, but knocks the whole tray over in the process, and ice cubes go clattering and sliding all over the floor.
“Damn, maybe I was wrong,” I say, as I knead her soft breasts in my hands. “I think that ice is just making you hotter, baby girl.”
“But I love it,” she moans, running the ice over her own nipples as I squeeze her tits. “I want more, Griff.”
She’s sprawled on the floor now, and I roll her over on her belly so I can get a good look at that smackable little ass of hers.
“You’ve been a naughty little girl, Nicole.”
“Will you spank me?” she asks. “I promise to be bad.”
I pull her wet panties off, and she arches her back to give an even better angle to punish her. I bring my hand down on her ass with a sharp smack—not too hard, but enough to make her delicious little cheeks jiggle.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cries as I spank her again and again, until her butt is a nice rosy pink.
“Does that sting, baby girl.”
“Mm-hm,” she moans.
“Well let Griff make your boo-boo better.”
I pick up a piece of ice that’s melting into a little puddle on the floor, and I run it wide circles all over the soft mound of her ass. Cool drops of melted water roll down into her crack, making her gasp.
“Does that feel better, baby.”
“Oh fuck yes, that feels so good.”
The ice cube circles her plump cheek once more, and then it dives in between her legs. She squeals with pleasure, and opens her legs for me. Her hands reach back to spread her cheeks apart, and I run the ice cube smoothly along the groove of her ass and the hot, pink blossom of her pussy. It doesn’t take long before her heat melts it to little more than a cool sliver.
I run my finger along her wet slit, parting her rosy petals of flesh. She is open and sticky with dew, and I slide my finger into her inviting warmth and stroke her insides. She spasms a little. I slide another finger in. My other hand slips underneath her to tickle her bliss button, and I bury my face between her ass cheeks to tongue her tight little hole.
“I swear I died of a heat stroke and went to heaven. You’re going to make me explode,” She says as she squirms and writhes on the floor. “I want to sit on your face, Griff.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I roll off of her and lay flat on my back as she straddles my face reverse cowgirl and smothers me with her delicious ass and pussy. She rocks back and forth, grinding her crotch against my mouth and smearing me with her thick, slippery love juice as I dig my fingers into her hips.
“I’m so hungry for you, Griff” she moans above me. Her fingers slide down my body until they reach my belt, which becomes unfastened in short order, followed immediately by the button of my jeans. There’s a quick zip of my fly and then finally that aching tension in my pants is free to spring out.
“Just look at that yummy cock,” she gasps.
She leans forward and takes a little of the pressure off my face about half a second before I suffocate in the most blissful way possible. She grips my dick and rubs it up and down, cupping her soft palm over my helmet at the top of each stroke.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were hiding the world's most gorgeous cock in your pants? I might have to go back to calling you Mr. Johnson instead of Griff.”
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nbsp; “Baby, you can call me King Kong if you want,” I mumble incomprehensibly under her pussy.
Her hot, soft tongue begins to swirl around the head of my cock while her hand continues stroking the length of my shaft. Her tits feel good squashed against my belly.
“Oh god, I just want to swallow you,” she moans. Her words are coming out in ragged sobs of pleasure as I suck and lick her.
She slides my cock between her soft wet lips, letting her saliva dribble down the shaft to lubricate her hand, which is pumping and twisting in time to the bobbing of her head. She just works the head at first, but then she really goes for it, taking it as deep as she can handle with wet slurping sounds. When she finally has to come up for air, her lips pop off of me with a satisfying smack.
“I think you’re giving me an oral fixation,” she says before diving back in for more.
“Do you like the way that cock tastes, baby doll?”
“Mm-hm,” she moans with my cock still filling her mouth
“Do you like sucking Daddy’s cock?”
“Mm-hm!”
“Do you wanna hop on and ride it?”
She comes up panting and turns around to face me. I gasp for breath after having her sitting on my face. Her brow is knitted with an emotion I can’t read.
“Is everything OK, baby girl?” I ask, reaching up to brush her cheek with my fingertips.
“Everything’s perfect, Griff, it’s just…”
She blushes. We’re both naked and dripping sweat and we were just sixty-nining on the floor, but she actually blushes. It’s too fucking cute to believe.
“…It’s just that it’s my first time!” She blurts out before clapping her hand over her mouth and turning redder than a ripe tomato.
“You mean you never even did it with Billy?” I ask in disbelief. That boy is even more of a dumbass than I thought.
She shakes her head.
“He was worried that he might get me pregnant. I was going to go to the doctor to get on the pill, but…”
I sit up and pull her into my lap and take her in a slow deep kiss and caress her naked back. Her hips are so shapely and her tits are so full and soft pressed against my chest.
“Sugar, that doesn’t make any sense. Look at you. You were made to have a baby in you.
She presses her forehead against mine.
“That’s what I want, Daddy. I want you to fuck a baby into me. I don’t want anyone else to do it, just you.”
She doesn’t have to say another word. Everything that felt so wrong before just feels right now. I mean, it still feels dirty. And sweaty. And a little bit sinful. But in a good way. I lay her back on the floor and get ready to mount her. If my dick was as hard as iron before, now it’s harder than a diamond. Which reminds me, I’ll need to get a ring for this little princess, but I can worry about that later.
I slide my dick along her groove, wetting my already slippery shaft with her juices. I rub the sensitive underside of my cockhead against her ripe love nub, and she whimpers softly under me.
“Oh fuck, Daddy, I need you inside me so bad.”
I grip my tool and start to slide it into her. She’s wide open for me, but her little pussy is so tight, it takes some pressure before my head pops inside her. She gulps air and moans.
“I’m going to make this pussy mine, baby girl. Once I mark it with my seed, that means it's my fucking territory forever.”
“Yours is the only cock I need, Daddy,” she breaths. “My pussy is all yours.”
Smiling, I stroke her soft lower lip with my thumb. She winces a little as I slide my dick home. I know it hurts a bit, but I try my best to be gentle. She senses my concern for her, and reaches up to stroke my jaw as she smiles.
“I can take it, Daddy. Give me all you got.”
I pull back until my tip just nearly pops out of her, then I plunge back inside, and a sharp squeal escapes her throat. It’s a sound of intense pleasure seasoned with just a dash of pain. Her lower lip quivers as she looks up at me with her heavy-lidded eyes.
She calls my name softly as I dive into her hot center again and again, gradually bringing up the tempo. Her nails bite into the muscles of my back and she bucks her hips against me, begging for more.
“Fuck me harder, Daddy,” she whines.
I loop my arm under one of her legs and press it back, spreading her even wider, letting me drive my cock even deeper into her wet depths. With the fingers of my other hand, I smear her slippery secretions over her clit, which I then work hard with my thumb, making her scream so loud that I halfway worry the neighbors will call the cops. But I don’t care enough to stop.
“God you’re so tight baby doll,” I growl. “You feel so damn good.”
The rhythm of our bodies is fast and furious now, and she is jolting underneath me with each thrust of my cock. Droplets of sweat drip from my chin and splash between her beautiful tits, which are bouncing in mesmerizing circles. I dip occasionally to lick and suckle them ravenously.
“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum,” she cries, pressing one hand against the wall behind her head like she’s bracing for an explosion.
I can feel her getting ready to climax, and she’s bringing me with her. Her already tight walls constrict even harder on my shaft, so hard that it feels like her pussy is sucking me. I grunt and groan, and my body starts to shiver as I teeter on the edge of losing control.
“Daddy, fill me up with your cum,” she breaths.
Then she’s swept away by ecstatic convulsions. Her orgasm squirts and splashes around the root of my cock. I plant myself as deep as I can go and let loose, roaring as my cock gushes it’s fluid into her, coating her insides with my sticky love.
Her hands grope and squeeze my butt as if she could somehow milk the cum out of me from there. It seems to work, because I’ve never shot a load this big in my life, not even when I was an eighteen-year-old buck under the bleachers. I cum so fucking much it drips out of her and pools on the floor between our legs.
She’s still shaking and twitching with the aftershocks of it, her mouth mumbling nonsense like she’s speaking in tongues. I plant my mouth over hers and kiss her deep, tasting the flavor of her. I slide my tongue into her mouth, and I’ve pierced her from both ends, above and below. Finally I collapse beside her, heaving and panting and sweating and grinning.
“I never knew it could be like that!” she sighs as she gradually regains her powers of speech. I loop my arm behind her head, and she snuggles against me, nestling her face beneath my chin. Her hand lies on my chest, and I can feel it move with the thumping of my heart.
“Do you forgive me for being naughty?” she teases.
“Baby doll, not only do I forgive you, I encourage all the naughtiness you can muster.”
The way her hand is already drifting back toward my cock tells me she can muster quite a bit.
“Do you think it worked?” she asks. “Do you think you got me pregnant?”
“Just be patient, sweet thing. If it didn’t happen this time, it will soon, because I’m going to breed you every chance I get.”
“Promise Daddy?” she says and teasingly bites my nipple.
“Sugar, I’m going to keep your little pussy coated in cum twenty-four seven until you’ve got a baby growing inside you.”
“Oh that sounds perfect,” she sighs as she hugs me and buries her face in my chest hair.
We lie there for a few more minutes, still catching our breath. There are little puddles all around the floor from where the ice cubes melted. Nicole and I aren’t too far off from melting ourselves. I swear I must’ve lost ten pounds sweating with her.
“Hot enough for you?” I ask
“I like it hot,” she murmurs.
“Well it’s too hot for an old fart like me,” I tell her. “C’mon get your stuff and let’s get the hell out of here. I’m taking you back to my place where we can make babies in the comfort of a working AC and an honest bed.
“Babies?” she asks with a grin.
“Plural?”
“Well…we’re going to have to make ‘em one at a time, but I was thinking we could have about a hundred or so. What do you think bunny rabbit?”
“I’ll get my things!” she giggles.
She peppers my face with kisses and then hops up and starts packing her clothes and the few small belongings that she has sitting around the apartment. I figure I might as well put the AC unit back together before we go, so I stand up and find the screwdriver.
“Griff, I’m going to hop in the shower and put on some clothes before we go.”
“Well I hope you weren’t planning on riding back to my place naked! I’m what you could call the possessive type—I’m not going to share your body with anyone. Not even a look.” I’m teasing her, but not really. I’ve never felt so possessive of anyone or anything in my whole life.
“You’re so protective, Daddy.” She gives my ass a squeeze and kisses my shoulder before scurrying off to the bathroom. I watch her perfect little ass as she goes—it’s truly a sight to behold.
I hear the hiss of the shower as I continue working on the AC. After I reconnect all of the electrical wires, I replace the panel and plug the whole thing back in. The cold air that comes rushing out of it feels too good to be believed, and I just stand there naked in the chilly blast for a minute or two enjoying it. But then my baby girl calls me.
“Griff?” she shouts from the bathroom. “I’m in the shower. I’ve got another problem in here.”
God damn. Is this crappy little hovel really that run down?
“What’s the matter?” I holler. “Is it the water pressure?”
“No, the water pressure is fine.”
“Is it the water temperature then?”
“No, Griff. The temperature is perfect.”
I walk over to the bathroom, my still half-hard cock swinging between my legs. Nicole is in the shower, her luscious naked body glistening in the spray of water.
“Well what’s the problem, sweet thing?”
She gives me a wicked look from under her long lashes, which are beaded with sparkling drops.
“The problem is that I don’t have your big beautiful cock inside me, Daddy”
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