Page 5 of Such a Naughty Girl

‘Not making you do anything, Princess. I believe you volunteered to whore yourself out for coffee.’

The way her cheeks inflamed had me stifling a moan.

At last, she worked her way into my jeans, tugging them down, while frowning and releasing my dick. Her eyes widened at the sight, almost like she’d never seen one before.

‘Wait,’I said,’ How old are you?’

Old enough to drive out in the middle of nowhere on her own, but I wasn’t for committing felonies for a quick hand job.

‘Twenty.’

‘Right, well, best get on with it before my balls freeze.’

‘I hope they do,’ she muttered.

Her icy fingers wrapped around my shaft and jerked me. It wasn’t smooth and lust-filled. Every stroke screamed her rage.

It should have been difficult to come under her harsh, messy strokes, but looking down into her spite-filled face had me steadying myself against the door.

A tingle wrapped around my spine and I gripped hard onto the doorframe, my nails digging into the rough wood.

‘Fuckin’hell,’ I moaned. Something flashed in her eyes, a moment of weakness as she continued her angry jerks. Her pupils widened as the tip of my cock grew darker, a drop of pre-cum gathering on the end. ‘Don’t stop.’

It had been far too long since I felt the touch of a woman.

Maybe the storm wouldn’t be so bad after all.

CHAPTER THREE

IZZY

Revulsion filled every single part of my half-frozen body. Being made to touch a gross older man wasn't the way I’d imagined handling my first penis.

No. It would be sweet. With a guy who adored me, and had Daddy’s blessing. Instead of being surrounded by soft music and even softer kisses, the cold made me tremble. My fingers gripped around his rigid member.

It was harder to avert my eyes than I'd imagined. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of staring. I tried to keep a level of disdained boredom on my face, despite the anger that kept peeking through.

Under the anger lay far more interest than I wanted to have. His cock heated my fingers, knocking the cold right out of them. Beneath the velvety soft skin, a throbbing lay, like life pulsated from within him and reached out to me.

His penis filled my hand more than I expected, my fingers struggling to close all the way around. The man was gargantuan. From his wet, black boots up to his tree trunk wide thighs, to where he towered above me, his plate-sized hands gripping the doorframe.

God, he was a mammoth of a man. All thick muscle and towering stature. Next to him I felt like a pixie. His hands were like great gnarled branches, his knuckles knotted. A far cry from the smooth, soft skin of the few guys I’d actually held hands with. Everything about him screamedmanly,dangerous, forbidden.

I paled to insignificance next to his epic size.

And I realised how vulnerable that made me.

He could decide my hands weren’t enough and pin me down to take whatever else he wanted. My virginity. My life.

A tiny sob escaped as I added my second hand to my rough jerking at his cock. Partially to steal the warmth, and partially to try to make himfinishquicker. I wanted it over so I could get inside.

I wanted Daddy to turn up and save me. He’d always been there to save me. At college he’d only ever been a phone call away.

Another sob ripped from me.

Daddy would be so disappointed if he ever found out I’d touched a man. He taught me better.

But I needed a place to ride out the storm. What other option did I have? As soon as I could, I’d call Daddy and pretend it was all a fever dream.No one ever had to know.

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