Page 62 of Spoiling Lillian
She shakes her head. “I’m not. I’m empty. Fill me again. I’m pulsing. I need to come.”
I stare at her. It seems like a horrible idea. I don’t want to hurt her. It would kill me if she winced as I entered her. “Lillian…”
She pushes out her bottom lip.
That pout… My God. She will get anything from me with that pouty face. I’ll never be able to deny her when she bats her eyes at me. I’m going to be a horrible Daddy. I haven’t even picked up my official Daddy license, and it’s already going to get revoked.
I rise up and push her thighs wider to examine her pussy. It’s swollen, but I don’t see any evidence that she’s torn or anything. There would be more blood. Her clit is so hard that the hood is still drawn back, exposing the bundle of nerves.
“Bryson,” she begs, her voice louder as she squirms beneath my examination. “It makes me so fucking hot when you look at me. You have no idea. For the love of all that is holy, fuck me again.”
I drop to my elbows, line my dick up with her channel, and drive in to the hilt.
“Yesss…” she hisses as if I’ve scratched an itch that desperately needed attention.
I grind the base of my cock against her clit, watching her closely. She’s not in pain. She tips her head back, moans loud enough to shake the rafters, and grips my biceps with her fingers.
She needs to come. Insatiable little thing.
I ease out, thrust back in, and grind again.
Her jaw drops open. Apparently, the first time I was inside her did nothing but whet her appetite. This time, she knows what to expect, and she’s fully engaged.
Her hands move to my ass, and she grips hard as if to keep me inside her. “Fuck… Bryson… Oh, God…”
I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming. How the hell am I supposed to hold back with her writhing and moaning like this? Even though I came a few minutes ago, it’s like I’m a teenager all over again, ready and able to orgasm a second time in quick succession.
Her legs wrap around my thighs, her feet pressing against my butt. She’s doing everything in her power to keep me inside her.
I cup the sides of her head with my hands and stare at her. I was so far in my head the first time that I couldn’t really hold her gaze. This time, I don’t want to miss a single nuance. She’s the most gorgeous creature alive.
Her tits bounce when she arches. Her fingers shift around on my ass as if she can’t get hold of me quite right. “Fuck…” she shouts.
For such a sweet Little girl, she sure has a potty mouth when she’s horny. I love it.
After giving her a few easy glides of my cock, not anywhere near what she craves, I buck my hips hard, filling her as deeply as I can.
Lillian cries out, “Bryson!” as her entire body convulses with her release. It’s the sexiest image ever, and I don’t need to move a millimeter to follow her over the edge. Watching her come is all it takes for me to join her.
I’m gasping for air as my dick empties against her womb. Sex without a condom is drastically different. Or maybe it has nothing to do with the lack of rubber and everything to do with how I feel about Lillian. I’ll never know since she is the only person I’ll ever fuck bare and the only one I’ll ever be so deeply in love with.
She doesn’t let go of my butt as she slowly grins. Her legs remain tight around me, too. “I agree…” she murmurs breathily.
“Agree with what, sweet girl?”
“Don’t pull out. I like knowing your come is plugged inside me.”
“How did my Little girl turn out to be so filthy?” I drop my lips to hers and kiss her senseless.
She moans into my mouth, holding on to me to emphasize that she meant what she said. She doesn’t need to worry. I’m perfectly happy staying inside her for as long as she wants.
When I break the kiss so we can draw in oxygen, we’re both grinning.
“You’re still hard,” she comments.
“Yeah. I don’t think you’re going to see my shaft soft for about fifty years. If you were hoping to see the difference, you’re out of luck.”
She giggles. “Maybe when you need to pee?”
