Page 12 of Bartender Daddy's Girl
“I want this,” I say. “Need it. Are you going to make me beg, Daddy?”
He swallows hard, audibly, and looks at me with dumbfounded cuteness. A look that says he wants to say no, stop this short, and go back to his plan, but there’s no part of him willing to enact it.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this, baby?” He asks, offering me the righteous path one last time.
I nod and shimmy down his body until his cock is in front of me. “I am, Daddy. Please, give it to me. Let me have it.”
His enormous, rock-hard muscle stands at attention in front of me, just as desperate as I am for what’s about to happen. Swallowing the last of my nerves, I reach out and touch it. Fingertips first, experiencing every inch he has to offer, before curving them around the girth until I have it in my grip.
It’s the first dick I’ve ever touched, and that alone has butterflies erupting inside of my tummy. Judge’s mumbled groans as I squeeze the base make them flap harder. Anything I do manages to stir some sort of noise out of him, and listening to his pleasure leaves an ache in my core that only he can satisfy.
I stroke Judge’s shaft, and his body starts tensing and flexing with every completion. I add my second hand above the first to cover more area, and Judge grips the bedsheet in white knuckled satisfaction.
“Am I doing okay, Daddy?” I ask, keeping my head down as I work.
I only know what I’m doing here because I’ve seen it in porn. Just because I’m innocent when it comes to men, doesn’t mean I haven’t enjoyed some alone time action.
Judge’s head snaps to the ceiling, and even from this odd angle, I can see his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” he mutters between shallow breaths. “But if you want to make it better, you should spit on it.”
“Spit on it?” It seems like an odd request. Suck it, I’d understand, but just spitting doesn’t seem right.
“For lubrication,” he says, clearing up my confusion.
Still stroking, I lean forward until my face is inches away from his huge muscle. Coming this close to it excites me more than I expected, but also terrifies me. I could barely take his fingers inside me, how the hell is this thing going to fit?
“Like this?” I ask, and Judge lowers his head to see me hovering over his cock. The tip is swollen and glistening from a layer of precum, and my mouth starts to water at the sight. At this point, I can’t tell if it’s because he asked me to spit on him, or if it’s because I want a taste of him.
He mumbles anotherfuck, no doubt from my big blue eyes staring up at him from this angle.
I open my mouth and saliva pours out, striking his thick head before rolling down the length to my hands. The liquid makes sliding my hands frictionless from top to bottom, and Judge’s writhing from the new sensations tells me I’m doing an alright job.
“It’s perfect,” he says as one hand darts to my shoulder.
Keeping eye contact with him, I lean a little closer to his manhood and stick my tongue out. I’ve come this far, I might as well just steal a lick to know what it tastes like, right?
I press the tip of my tongue against the back of his tip, flicking it upward like I’m licking an ice cream. It’s saltier than I expected, but satisfying in a savory sort of way. Judge mumbles more curse words as his hand finds the side of my face.
I give him a few more licks, but don’t venture any further yet. I’m not sure my mouth can fit around his girth, and I don’t want to risk ruining the moment. Instead, I pull back, watching the pleasure splash over his face until I’m upright. I bend down and purse my lips around the tip of his cock tightening into a suck kiss. I repeat a series of short tight kisses bobbing up and down. I glance up and we both smile. His eyes close and his head drops back as he groans.
Stopping my hands, but without losing eye contact I move slowly back up his body until the length of his cock is slotted against my pussy. I start rolling my hips and grinding against his manhood, losing myself to the pleasure coiling into a tight knot in my belly.
Judge doesn’t stop me from having my fun, keeping one hand on my shoulder while the other trails over my breasts. His fingers graze my erect, sensitive nipples, and ripples of warmth trickle down my body to the wet spot between my thighs.
Everything about this has me excited. It’s finally going to happen. Shedding my innocence and becoming this man’s devious little minx. I’m practically vibrating in anticipation.
“Are you going to fuck me now, Daddy?” I ask, bucking harder. Moans slip out of my mouth, and whatever I’m doing must be working because Judge is making all the same sounds.
“If you’re ready,” he says, trying to stifle a moan.
“I am,” I whisper. Readier than I’ll ever be. But as the words leave my lips, my body tenses up from nervousness. An unexpected reaction, but one that makes total sense since I don’t know what’s going to happen next.
I stop on top of him, moving one of my hands over his on my breast. I lift it to my mouth and start kissing his fingers before I ask. “Is it going to hurt, Daddy?”
He opens his mouth, but before he can speak, an exasperated sigh comes out first.
“Maybe, Baby.” Though it doesn’t quell my worries, at least he isn’t lying to me. “But if it does it won’t last long. Before you know it, you’ll be in heaven.” He squeezes my thigh reassuringly. “We’ll take it as slow as you need to go. If it’s too much, we’ll stop. This is for you, Baby.”
That floods me with determination. Not only because I can see his caring side, but I’m the one who wants this. Judge made it clear that he wanted to wait; I’m the one who can’t. Knowing I’m in control through it all has me wanting to do this more than I already did.
