Page 36 of Chaining Daisy
I give her a few seconds to come to terms with the idea before I let my tone and face grow crisp in displeasure. “Daisy, you have until the count of five. Otherwise, I’m going to have to get upset.”
My balls tighten as her hands go to her skirt and she slowly starts to pull that conservative sweater dress up over her head. I enjoy every single second of that reveal, letting my eyes skim over her perfect form, those round hips and narrow waist. When the dress has been shed, she’s left in nothing but an innocent looking bra and that fucking garter. Her brown hair falls gracefully down her back and my gaze traces the delicate curve of her neck, the swells of her breasts, the flat of her tummy, and down to her trimmed snatch.
“Are you wet for me?” I ask.
She nods.
Who knew that it would be this easy? This perfect? That my angel would be so deliciously eager? It’s a literal dream come true.
“Good.” I step forward, hand on my cock. I place the tip softly against her bottom lip and smear precum over her mouth. “Give me my kiss.”
She swallows me down, at least for the first three inches, and sets a quick pace. I don’t bother to slow her down because she’s nervous, but also because after waiting so long this morning—not even jerking off in the shower—I’m more than ready to feed her my cum. “Oh, you make me feel good, princess. Look at how well you’re swallowing Daddy’s cock. Can you take a little more?”
She slides down another two inches, nowhere near all the way down, but I can feel myself starting to tap the back of her throat. I don’t push, just enjoy it. The little flicks of her tongue, the warm, wet heat of her mouth.
“I can’t stop thinking about how sexy you looked last night, naked on your bed for me. You’re so beautiful, Daisy. I can’t get you out of my head. I’m so proud of how you took my cock. Even when it hurt. You’re such a brave girl for Daddy, baby. So good.”
My girl responds to my praise by adding that tongue to the mix. Her hand comes up to cup my balls through my pants and a thrill shoots up my spine. I glance down and let my eyes zero in on the shape of her breasts, so soft and round.
“Good job, baby. ” I bring my hand to her cheek and slowly pause her.
She leans back, confused, dropping her hands from my shaft and balls. “But, you didn’t come.”
“I’m about to. Stay still.” Her hands fall to her lap and she looks perfect just like that, breath shallow, breasts heaving, lips wet. I glance down at the junction of her thighs, knowing her pussy is probably still sore because of me.
That knowledge does it.
My balls tighten and my lower back heats while my vision tunnels. Quickly, I jack my shaft and aim it at her chest, gritting my teeth as an orgasm rips through me, a wild and feral thing. Ropes of come shoot out to paint her breasts and ruin her bra. I turn my sweet-looking girl into a cum-slut, marking her as mine, masculine satisfaction surging through me at the sight.
“Thank you,” I grin down at her.
She simply purses her lips. “You had to do that? How am I supposed to go to class now?”
“You’re ditching today.”
She grumbles, trying to hide a grin, as she climbs up from her knees, hands gesturing at the delicious lines of cum streaking down her chest. “How am I supposed to clean up?”
“You’re not. Daddy wants you dirty.” I take a moment to drink in her aggravated expression. “Now go over the teacher’s desk while I lock the door. It’s time for your kiss.”
She presses her lips together, clearly holding back a retort because she doesn’t want her turn taken away. Smart girl.
I smirk as I tuck myself back into my pants, redo my belt, and lock the door, which seems unnecessary at this point because the hallway is empty. But I’m guessing it will make my Daisy a little less nervous and distracted.
The dull sound of literary analysis filters through the walls and I cringe. It’s not exactly mood-enhancing. But when I see Daisy leaning against the wooden professor’s desk, my cum drizzled across her skin, sliding down the valley between her breasts, all that external noise fades away.
I stride over and grab her ass, picking her up with both hands and then setting her squarely in the middle of the desk, her legs spread on either side of my hips. I lift my hands up and slide each of her bra cups down until they’re underneath the smooth globes, propping her breasts up for me. Unable to resist the sight of her little nipples, I bend and take one in my mouth, enjoying her delighted little exhale.
I tongue it for a minute, teasing that bud until it’s hard before I pull back slightly and lick a line up her chest, gathering up some of the cum I spilled on her. Rising up above her, I grab the back of her neck roughly and pull her in for a punishing kiss, where I feed that cum right back to her. She swallows it down with a naughty little moan, sucking on my tongue, eager for everything I have to give her right now.
God, I’m glad I just came, or I’d be tempted to fuck her and I don’t truly want to hurt her.
“Lie back, baby,” I order as I release her neck, her hair swaying back behind her. She bites her lower lip as she lies back on the wooden desk using her elbows to prop her up so she can watch. God, the sight of that lace garter on her thigh does things for me. I spread her legs further apart, not because I need to, just because I like the sight of that little gash gaping open for me.
I drag a hand over the breast I didn’t touch, tweaking that nipple as I take my time to drink in this moment.
“Daddy, please.”
I bend forward, rewarding her for begging so politely by kissing up and down either side of her slit. Just closed mouth kisses first, to tease her. Then short kisses full of darting tongue. Finally, I let my mouth seal over her seam, my tongue sliding out to part it, dip inside and taste her tart flavor, and glide away.
