Page 13 of Praise Me: Lumberjack
“It’s uncomfortable to be that horny, isn’t it, baby?” I hike her skirt up the remaining distance to her waist, then slip the sodden thong down to her knees, blood surging between my legs at the reveal of her virgin slit that continues to produce proof of her arousal. And miracle of miracles. It’s me she’s hot for. “Believe me, I know how it feels, baby. My dick has been made of marble since I saw you chained to that tree. It could prop up a Roman fucking palace.” I spit down the crack of her ass, watching my saliva slither over her rear pucker and lower to her pussy. “Put your cheek on the couch.”
Jenna follows instructions eagerly, and the new position gives me exactly what I need. Access to the front. Access to the part of her that has me salivating.
“There’s that pretty cunt,” I rasp, sliding the pad of my thumb through the smooth valley of her flesh and listening to her wrench a cry when I find that button, tickling and teasing it. Rubbing it lightly until her thighs inch wider in an involuntary request for more.
But I’m an extremely tall man, so I do what’s necessary to get my tongue where it needs to go, sliding my arms between her thighs, hooking them out and around her hips. And lifting her lower body to a forty-five-degree angle, that sweet ass in the air, her whimpering face pressed to the couch, allowing me to eat the best meal of my thirty-three years. I feast on her wet, candy cunt, and I’m not going to lie, I fucking slobber all over it. I rub my face against her slippery holes and lash her with my tongue,saying prayers of thanksgiving in my head over this incredible fortune.
“Oh, my goodness,” she whines, wiggling against my face, her thighs shaking like leaves every time the tip of my tongue finds her clit and makes it swell with quick strokes. Quick, fluttering strokes that get deeper, deeper and make her moan. “Oh, my goodness!” she screams again—her pleasure like a deluge, sweetness invading my mouth and trailing down my chin, her body convulsing, thighs in a shaking flex.
I have no recollection of getting up from the coach, but there I am, striding to the back of the trailer with a limp Jenna over my shoulder. I lay her down gently, like a princess, propping her legs up so I can stare at her beautiful cunt while I unfasten my jeans. Post-orgasm, she’s still staring up at the ceiling blindly, her petite body still locked in the aftershock, but I am a dying man. I’m a beast falling on top of beauty and pushing her thighs as wide as they’ll go, looking her in the eye and slowly plowing her full of cock.
“Say Daddy.”
“Daddy,” she gasps, her eyes glazing over more, more, with every inch I give her, and when I’m fully seated and she’s strangling the fucking life out of me, I flex my hips and move them in a circle to break her in, leave no corner untouched. “My tummy!”
“What about it, baby?” I say, thickly.
“It feels so crowded…and ticklish. All of me does.”
I grit my teeth to keep my balls in check, but hell, they’re pressed up against her ass crack and throbbing with urgency. “Do you hurt?”
She nods solemnly. Pouting out her bottom lip. Requiring that princess treatment. Craving it. And I’m already obsessed with giving it to her.
“Poor little girl,” I say quietly, slanting my mouth over her much sweeter one, sweeping her into a deep, hypnotic kiss that causes her pussy to spasm around my swollen cock…her muscles releasing their nervous clench, little by little. “You know I wouldn’t hurt you if I could help it, baby.”
“I know.”
“You chose a big, horny man for your first fuck.”
“I know,” she whines, trying to lift her pinned hips, her pupils beginning to expand. “Oh no, Daddy! I…I’mtooticklish now!”
My abdomen hardens like a drum, putting me on the edge of an explosion. “Your body is starting to accept mine. Let it happen for me. Oh God.Please.” Her walls wrap tighter to my shaft, and she shifts experimentally, gasping in pleasure, and it requires superhuman willpower to hold onto my seed. Jesus, Jesus. She’s so beautiful that my chest is going to burst wide open. “I can’t believe you let me inside you. Can’t believe how wet you are for me.” I’m being attacked on all sides by blistering lust and her sweet, trusting eyes are only accelerating the flames. “Tell me when you’re ready for me to move.”
“I want it. I want it!”
I use the pulsing connection of our bodies to push her up the bed, slowly, slowly, putting a pillow beneath her precious head and kissing her forehead, before I start to buck like a goddamn marauder. I have no idea where to look, because every inch of her is utterly gorgeous. The stretched pink slit taking my cock. Her titties, bouncing fast and furious. That expression of hero worship on her face while I essentially fuck the virginity squarely out of her, sweat slicking my body, my dick in heavenly agony, the mattress creaking, followed by the sound of wood splintering beneath us.
A beam gives way in the center of the bed, and it drops a solid six inches, my weight landing hard on Jenna, the gravity of the drop causing my cock to ram her even more roughly—andshe screams, thrashing through another flood-like orgasm, tears rolling down her temples, blood on her mouth from biting her bottom lip.
“I have to blow, baby. Whatever stamina I have doesn’t mean shit when the pussy is so sweet for Daddy.”
“Come inside me,” she babbles, gripped with pleasure. “Come anywhere you want.”
When I thrust into her now, it sounds like I’m juicing a ripe orange and all that succulence is drenching my pumping cock, urging me on, my grunts and curses peppering the air while the pace of my hips kicks into overdrive, and then I’m snarling into her neck and pressing those knees up to her shoulders, railing her like a fuck doll while she whines and rakes ribbons down my back with her nails.
“Sorry, princess. Should have chosen a prince if you wanted a man who comes quietly.” I plow forward until I bottom out, leaning down to kiss her hard, before breaking away. “Get your fucking knees up and take this sperm.”
She squeaks a cry, a third climax running her over like a semi-truck, and she’s too green to handle another assault on her untried flesh, so she goes limp underneath me for this final ten thrusts, her eyes glassy, body and face flushed, jaw slack while I squeeze in and out of her incredibly snug hole, absolute rapture taking me over as the come finally, finally, releases from the pit of my loins, frothing into her in endless waves while I’m above her stiff and bellowing my gratitude, my ass in painful flex, her hands stroking my face lovingly, worshipfully, then raking into my chest hair, her purr of contentment causing me to jerk and let out another spurt. Another, another, until I’m finally on empty.
I fall heavily onto the bed beside Jenna, and she snuggles into me, giggling breathlessly, planting kisses all over my face…and shock permeates my every thought.
Thirty-three years and I’ve never come close to feeling this light, this sated after sex.
This…fulfilled.
It’s her. It’s this wonderful girl who somehow formed a bond with me, despite my best effort to do what’s best for her. Anddamndid I bond right back.
It’s impossible to tell myself the Daddy-little girl roles are bad for her when I can see firsthand how much pleasure they give her. How much security.
