Page 192 of Felonies are Forever

Her mouth opens but she doesn’t speak. Instead, she makes this little chirping sound and I see her body shudder.

“You pretending you don’t want what I want? I can feel it Layla, it’s like someone turns up the heat a hundred degrees whenever we’re within sight of each other. Am I right?”

She shakes her head but squeaks out a little, “Yes.”

I can taste her sweet breath, my mouth just inches above hers. “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of this? How would it feel to have your little virgin walls wrapped around my thick cock? How would it feel to fuck into you until you are rotten with me?”

That little chirping sound comes from her throat again and it’s sexy as hell knowing she’s hot but a little off balance by it all.

“How many times?” she manages, her little voice tickling my ears.

“I’ve kept a notebook, little one. I’ve written down every time I’ve come thinking of you. Written down what I was thinking, how in my fantasy I was fucking you, kissing you, eating you, binding you, spanking you…” Her eyes snap wide. “You’re going to find out, having a Daddy isn’t all stuffies and snuggles. It’s fire and fucking and filth. It’s stinging ass cheeks and serving me in ways that you may not understand. It’s so much more, too, but right now…” I step back, letting go of her wrists and ripping her t-shirt off over her head, leaving her in that wisp of a bikini top and shorts. “Get your hands busy and take off my jeans. Then, you’re going to really meet your Daddy.”

“But, what about—”

“I’ll worry about whatever needs worrying about. Your job right now is to do as you’re told. To please me. Nothing else matters for you but that.”

I see the tension in her face soften as her fluttery little hands run down my belly, gliding down the stripe of hair that points right at the button of my jeans. I let her work in silence, memorizing every sensation of her hands. First, she pops open the button, then there’s the rasp of the zipper and her sharp intake of breath.

Her eyes are on her hands, then rake up to mine, then back down.

“Take them off. The boxers too.”

Her fingernails scrape down my hips as she peels the damp fabric over my ass. “I think it’s stuck.”

She tugs and I feel my cock angled to the left, hooked in the elastic of my boxers. I reach down and pop the head free, making Layla squeal in what I hope is delight but it sounds more like abject terror.

“Holy heck,” she mutters, her eyes practically drilling holes in my dick, she’s staring at it so hard. “That’s…like a contender for Guinness Book of World Records.”

“It’s going to be all yours, baby.”

“Really? What do you mean, all mine?”

“Exactly what it sounds like.” She peels the wet fabric down my legs and I step out, happy to be free from the uncomfortable sticking-wet jeans. “Yours to worship, adore, taste, hold, please…”

Her lashes flutter as her breathing stalls. “This is surreal.”

“It’s real, I know that. It’s been real for me for a long time.” That pain is back in my chest. When I look at her, it’s like looking at the sun. Even if I close my eyes, her stunning face is still there. “I’m going to take care of you, Layla. Now, take off your shorts. I’m done dreaming. I’m going to make my dreams come true. And yours too, I hope.”

She tugs her cut-offs down and kicks them off, leaving her standing in her bikini, and I catch her scent on the warm summer air making me grit my teeth to hold onto the shred of control I have left.

She stands back up, licking her perfect pink lips, and I run the backs of my fingers down her chest, feeling the bumps of her sternum and noticing how prominent her ribs are, especially when she inhales. I make a mental note to research how to help her with her eating, but right now, it’s me that needs to eat.

And it’s not food that I’m craving.

“You wet, my Prima?”

She opens her mouth but there’s no sound coming out, so I trace my hands over her belly button, grazing them on the outside of the strip of fabric between her legs feeling the warmth and dampness on my fingers.

“Such a dirty little girl you are. Wearing that teasing little swimsuit, knowing you were driving me crazy. Making my dickleak and ache for you. Isn’t that right? You knew just what you were doing when you bought that little slutty suit, didn’t you?”

I lean down, my mouth hovering over hers as her warm puffs of breath come faster, her cheeks ripe red as I feel her body start to quiver under my touch. I trace the edge of the fabric in the cleft of her thigh, listening to her breath hitch as I slip two fingers under the elastic and part her silky slick lips, feeling the wetness gush at the contact.

“Answer the question, Layla. Do not lie. Rule one is no lies, never.”

Her eyes are searching mine, we are nose to nose and I want to claim her mouth but I need her mind with me first. I need her to know when I ask, she needs to answer.

She nods on a breathy sound of agreement as I slip my middle finger down lower, my palm spreading her pussy as another slick, warm drench of her honey slicks my hand. I crush my mouth to hers, driving my finger inside until I feel it…the thing I’d hoped beyond hope for is still there.

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