Shit, I just blew a massive load only a couple of minutes ago, and already Mister Happy is ready for another round? Well, he’s gonna have to hang on for a bit. First things first. I need to make sure my girl is okay.
“Jordyn,” I say, raising her delicate chin with my knuckle “I need you to stop apologizing so much, okay?”
She nods.
“I know, I know,” she says. “I always apologize too much. I’m sorry, it’s just a bad habit that—”
“Jordyn,” I interrupt her. “You just apologized for apologizing.”
“Oh yeah, I guess I did!” she giggles.
It makes me glad to hear the crying leaving her voice as she gradually cheers up again. I’m still curious about why she got so upset, but I don’t want to revisit that topic right away. Not now that she’s feeling better again.
What I really want is to let her know that she has no reason to be ashamed in front of me.
My hand drifts down to her knees that are still squeezed tightly together. I stroke my fingertips slowly up one plump, supple thigh, then the other.
“Nolan.” Her voice is quivery, but not with crying. “Nolan, there’s something…”
Ever so gently, I coax her knees apart. She resists a little at first, but then she gives in, spreading them just enough for me to stroke the inside of her knees.
“There’s something I need to tell…”
Her eyelids flutter, and her luscious little lips tremble as I brush my fingers deeper between her soft thighs. Her legs open for me, revealing the moisture at her crotch. I run my hands all the way up her thigh until I can actually feel the heat radiating off of her center.
“There’s something I need…”
Her words are lost in a gasp as my fingertips touch the plump mound of her outer lips which are peeking out from the crotch of her cutoffs. I swipe the slick moisture there. I bring it to my lips and groan as I taste her nectar. She looks on in wide-eyed wonder.
“Yeah,” I say. “There’s something you need, little one. There’s something we both need.”
I claim her soft mouth in a deep kiss. She parts her lips, allowing my tongue to delve inside. Her own tongue is there to greet me, rolling against mine. She tastes hot and alive. My cock is already straining hard against my jeans again.
Finally, we break our kiss and gasp for air, grinning like a couple of kids. I brush her hair back and tuck it behind her perfect, delicate ear.
“But I’m a bit old fashioned, and I want to do this the right way. I’m going to take you out. Anywhere you want to go.”
Her face brightens and she practically squeals with delight.
“You’re going to take me on a date, Nolan?” she asks.
“That’s right, baby girl. Daddy’s going to take you on a date.”
9. JORDYN
We’re fifteen minutes into the movie, and I couldn’t tell you anything about what’s going on. I don’t even remember the characters’ names. Right now the only name I can remember is Nolan. All my attention is focused on him.
First, he took me back to my place so I could change. I put on a cute skirt, and in a moment of naughtiness, I decided to forgo panties for the evening.
After that, Nolan took me out to dinner at my favorite restaurant in town. It’s nothing super fancy, but I haven’t been there in ages since I’ve been so pinched for cash. The food was delicious, but I almost forgot to eat because I was so distracted by the handsome older man sitting across from me. I giggled through the whole meal as we played footsie under the table.
Now we’re at the movies. Nolan suggested a romantic movie. I know he only suggested it because he thought that’s what I would like. But I had a better idea. A scary movie.
I don’t even like horror movies, honestly. It’s not because I’m squeamish or anything that. Quite the contrary. I mean, I’m training to be a nurse after all. Usually, when I would see horror movies with guys in the past, they were bigger scaredy-cats than me.
But I picked a horror movie this time because I figured it would give me a nice excuse to cling onto Nolan’s arm. Okay, so I’m play-acting a little, but you know what? It’s kinda fun being his little girl.
On the screen right now, the characters are searching through an old basement with flashlights, and suddenly something jumps out at them. Several girls in the audience scream, and I play along, screaming and clutching Nolan’s big beefy arm.
I wonder how many other girls are just pretending to be scared like me? Probably more than a few. That thought makes me smile.
In the movie, the characters are catching their breath after realizing the thing that jumped at them wasn’t the killer. It was just a little pussy cat. I swear they do that in every single one of these movies.
Nolan slides his arm around my shoulders. We’ve put the armrest up between our chairs so I can snuggle close to him. We’re sitting in the very back of the theater and we have the whole row to ourselves except for one other couple who are totally making out.
I go back to pretending to watch the movie, but there’s no way I can concentrate. I’m totally distracted by the feel of Nolan’s rock hard muscles under the soft fabric of his shirt.
It seems like Nolan isn’t doing a good job of paying attention to the movie either. The hand that he has around my shoulder is gently stroking my arm. Meanwhile, his other hand has wandered over to say hello too, and he casually strokes my knee.
The way he’s doing it makes it seem like he’s almost being absent-minded about it, but I can tell he knows exactly what he’s doing. With each slow stroke, his fingers gradually drift farther and farther up my thigh before gliding back down to my knee again.
My heartbeat quickens. My skin erupts in goosebumps all over, and I just know that Nolan can feel it. But he doesn’t stop caressing me, slowly working his way closer and closer to my center.
But what’s going to happen when he gets there? He still doesn’t know about my problem, and I don’t really want him to find out now. On the other hand, I don’t want him to stop. This feels to freaking good. Moisture blossoms at my apex, hot and hungry.
Meanwhile, his other hand, the one that is around my shoulder, has found its way to my breast. He’s caressing me. His fingers lighting trace the outline of my pebbling nipple through the fabric.
I’m starting to feel so funny. In one way I feel weak and limp as I let my body lean into this strong, steadfast made. I want to just meld into him. At the same time, my muscles are tensing with anticipation and a little bit of nervousness.
His fingers dip briefly under the hem of my skirt, then quickly trace a line back to my knee. His touch is searing. I swear if I looked down I would see the path of his fingers glowing in the dark on my inner thighs. My pussy pulses with desire. I need to feel him there, skin on skin. I’m both glad and nervous about the fact that I’m not wearing any panties.
“Nolan,” I whisper softly, so only he can hear. “Nolan, what are you doing to me?”
I’m spread wide for my man now. His fingers trail back up my leg, exploring ever further than before. His fingertip touches my moist lips and it’s like a spark to dynamite. I cry out uncontrollably.
Fortunately for me, the killer has finally made an appearance. Half of the people in the theater scream at the jump scare on screen, and my sharp squeal of bliss is lost among the other voices.
“Oh fuck, Nolan,” I breathe. “It feels so good when you touch me there. Do it again, Daddy.”
He indulges me, running the soft pads of his fingertips along my slit. I’m ready this time, so I’m able to bite back the horny love sounds that are welling up in my throat. I slouch in my seat a little, giving him better access to my naughty bits.
“Shit, you’re so fucking wet, baby girl,” Nolan whispers. His breath tickles my earlobe, sending the most delicious shiver tingling up my spine.
“For you, Daddy,” I whine quietly. “I’m wet for you.”
With one hand he is now squeezing my breast and kneading
my soft flesh through my clothes, and his other hand is between my legs, petting my little pussy. It’s a good thing this theater is dark and we chose to sit in the back.
“Does that feel good, princess?” he asks through his teeth as he nibbles my ear.
“Mm-hm,” I hum softly.
I’m so horny right now I feel like I’m going to pop. But I’m also scared—scared of what might happen if Nolan tries to put one of his fingers inside me. I’ve definitely fit my own fingers in there many a time, but Nolan’s hands are huge, and his fingers are probably thicker than some other things that didn’t fit inside me before.
However, I too swept up in the feelings of raw bliss to try and stop him. I’m getting chills and starting to squirm in my seat.
Nolan swipes some of my dripping juices up my slit and lubricates my aching-hard clit. I’ve got a major ladyboner going on right now, and it is tender as all get out. I bite my lip, squeezing back my whimpers of desire as he swirls the pads of his fingers around my tingling love nub.
He touches me just right, and like a reflex, my foot shoots out, bumping the chair in from of me.
“Hey!” the person in that seat says, but they don’t turn around. Thank God, because if they did, they would certainly get an eyeful right now. My legs are spread wide and Nolan’s magic fingers are going to town down there, plus one of my tits has managed to free itself halfway from my blouse, and Nolan’s other hand is squeezing it and lightly pinching the erect nipple.
“Daddy,” whisper against his shoulder. “Daddy, you make me feel so good.”
And then it happens. The thing I had been dreading. His fingers did lower, separating my wet folds and touching my opening. I almost make him stop, but I can’t. This just feels too damn amazing.
“Nolan!” I gasp.
But he doesn’t try to just dive right in. Instead, he takes his time, slowly running his fingertips around the edge of my opening. He is teasing me and slowly coaxing me to open for him.
“I want to touch you inside.”
His voice is like a quiet growl. There’s something about that deep, warm, commanding voice that I’m unable to resist. And as it turns out, my little pussy can’t resist it either. His voice rumbles all the way down to my pussy, and suddenly, I open for him like a flower.
His fingertip pops inside and I let out another even louder scream as intense pleasure tingles through me.
I get lucky again. I don’t know if Nolan has seen this movie before or something, but he’s timing his big moves so that they coincide with the jump-scares on screen. Everyone else in the theater screams at the same time I do, and my voice just sounds like another terrified audience member.
But my scream isn’t from fear. It’s from pure, unadulterated bliss. He’s inside me, and he’s going deeper.
“Damn, baby girl,” he groans, struggling to keep his voice quiet in the crowded theater. “You feel so fucking good inside. So soft and wet.”
As his finger slides deeper into my hole, I throw my head back and struggle to keep myself from screaming his name at the top of my lungs. I throw my hands out to brace myself—one grabbing the armrest and the other grabbing Nolan’s muscular leg.
Actually, I grab a little more than his leg. Nolan has an enormous erection right now, and it feels like it reaches halfway down his damn thigh. I feel a twinge of excitement mixed with regret—regret that I will never be able to fit that monster cock inside my teensy little puss.
But I’m not going to worry about that now. No, right now I’m just going to enjoy the way his finger is stroking my walls from the inside. He’s curling his finger, almost like he’s beckoning something inside me. If it’s an explosive orgasm that he’s trying to summon, it’s coming up fast.
“Don’t stop, Daddy,” I beg into his ear. “Please don’t stop.”
I writhe on his finger as he strokes me, stimulating that perfect, tender stop on my front wall. His palm is pressed hard against my ripe clit, making me pulse with ecstasy inside and out. And then he does the unimaginable. I can’t even believe he’s going to attempt it.
I bite back a sensual moan as he slips a second finger into my pussy.
My hips buck against his hand as he finger fucks me. He is stroking his two fingers in an alternating pattern that puts unrelenting pressure on my spot. My walls become engorged and swollen, constricting tightly around him.
“Daddy…”
“That’s right, babygirl. Come for Daddy,” he whispers in my ear. “Come on Daddy’s fingers.”
I’m unable to disobey that commanding voice and those tenacious fingers. All of the exquisite pressure mounting in my core erupts in an explosion of pleasure, and I’m screaming at the top of my lungs. Luckily he’s timed it perfectly again so that my scream matches the screams of the audience.
My body quakes and shudders as my orgasm rips through me. I nearly kick my leg out again into the seat in front of me, but Nolan blocks it with his massive foot. God, this man is so adept that he can get me off and keep me from embarrassing myself all at once.
At last, I go limp in my seat. A few last spasms shiver through me. The seat is drenched from my coming. My body feels weak. My bones are jelly.
Nolan slides his fingers out of me. I almost don’t want him to take them out of me. It feels so fucking good having him inside me like that. But what he does next, just excites me even more. He raises his dripping wet fingers up to his lips and sucks my juice off of them.
“Fuck you’re so sweet,” he breathes.
He cups his hand behind my head and pulls me in for a deep and sensuous kiss. I can taste myself his lips and tongue, and my needy little pussy throbs all over again.
“Take me home, Daddy.”
He grins and strokes my cheek.
“You don’t want to see how it ends?” he teases
My fingers run along the gigantic bulge straining inside his tight jeans. I definitely want to see how it ends. I want to know how the fuck we’re going to get this bad boy inside of my pussy. I know it’s crazy to think it’s even possible, but I’m going to make it fit or I’m going to die trying.
I grab his hand and pull him after me out of the theater.
10. NOLAN
I’ve got a dilemma. On the one hand, I don’t want to drive too fast because I’ve got Jordyn in the passenger seat, and I want to make sure she is safe. But on the other hand, I want to get back home as soon as possible so I can drench my aching-hard cock in the sweet, sweet juices of heir little pussy.
And when I say little, boy, that thing is fucking tighter than hell. In fact, it was almost too tight for my two fingers. I don’t know how the hell I’m going to get my dick in her without splitting the poor girl in two.
That’s my second dilemma, I guess. We’ll deal with that when the time comes. Right now my mission is to get us back to my place safely.
Speaking of keeping Jordyn safe, I glance over at her and realize she’s not wearing her damn seatbelt. She’s leaning back against the door with the naughtiest look in her eyes, and she’s nibbling provocatively at her fingertip.
“Hey, what are you doing,” I say angrily. “You know you need to be—”
Before I can finish, her legs fall open, spreading her skirt and revealing the glorious treasure between her luscious thighs. That perfect little pussy where I just had my fingers a few minutes ago, and where I soon plan to put my throbbing dick.
God, her raw, wet cleft is so gorgeous I can’t take my eyes off it. I just stare slack-jawed as she playfully spreads her legs even wider, giving me an even better view.
“Um, Daddy?” she says, “Shouldn’t you be watching the road?”
I’m suddenly startled by the thump-thump-thump of my tires drifting over the warning bumps at the side of the road. I quickly correct my steering and bring the car back into the middle of the lane, but now my heart is pounding
“Shit!” I hiss through gritted teeth.
Jordyn giggles. She’s been acting so strange since s
he climaxed in the theater. It’s like she’s drunk off the orgasm she had, and she hasn’t taken those dirty beautiful eyes off me for one second.
“Jordyn,” I scold her. “Baby, you need to put your seatbelt on right now.”
“What if I don’t?” she asks in the brattiest little voice I’ve ever heard. “Are you going to spank me, Daddy?”
My cock jolts in my jeans. Much more of this and it’s going to bust right through the denim.
“Jordyn…”
But she’s not listening. I glance over and see that she’s got her hand between her legs and she’s stroking herself. I immediately snap my eyes back to the road before I get entranced again.
“Are you going to spank me hard?” she asks in a voice that is half begging.
“Jordyn. Seatbelt.”
Still she ignores me. She draws her knees up underneath her so she’s kneeling in the seat.
“Hm, I’m kinda hungry,” she whines.
“Jordyn—”
“And thirsty too…”
She leans across the gearshift and ducks her head under my arm. She’s going straight for my lap.
“Jordyn! What are you doing?”
She just giggles like a naughty little girl and kisses the crotch of my pants. She growls playfully and bites my growing bulge ever so lightly.
Fuck it, this is one battle I’m not going to win. I just take a breath, slide my seat back as far as it will go to give her room, and I do my best to focus my attention on the road.
“Nolan, you smell so good,” she mumbles against my crotch. She rubs her face against me and moans. “It’s making me so horny,” she groans. “I want to taste you.”
Her naughty little fingers get to work on my belt, sliding the leather tongue out of the buckle. My fly comes unzipped and I raise my ass out of the bucket seat just enough so she can slide my jeans down to my thighs. My cock leaps out like a fucking jack in the box and smacks her cheek.
“Daddy!” she giggles.
She grips my shaft in her little hand and rubs my cockhead across her lips. Her tongue flicks out, licking the sensitive V at the underside of my head. A drop of precum squeezes from my tip and she licks it away, making yummy little noises. Her tongue swirls around my pulsing helmet.
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