Page 20 of The Wrong Man

Biting her lower lip, she continued to gaze into my eyes. “Am I doing it right?”

“Yes. Keep doing that. You can squeeze harder, baby. Just like that. That’s my good girl. My good baby girl.”

I was going to come all over her hand. She looked at me with her big blue eyes, showing an expression of fear that changed to determination. Lifting her chin, I enveloped her lips with mine. Her body leaned over me, and her shirt rode up so that her bare stomach touched the tip of my cock. Growling like a caged animal, I came all over her belly, pulsing ropes of cum.

Sputtering a cough to try to catch my breath, I looked down between us just as Essa did, our foreheads meeting. I’d made a mess on her stomach, her shirt, her hands, and my sweatpants. It was one of the best orgasms I’d ever had.

Then, the worst thing happened. She stuck her fingers in her mouth to taste me.

Moaning, she said, “Mmm, I’ve never tasted cum before.”

The animal deep within me was unleashed.

Grabbing her by her butt, I flipped her around, and sat her on my lap so her back was to my hard chest. Tugging down her yoga pants and little pink panties, I spread her apart, so her legs dangled over mine. My hard cock nestled between her bare ass cheeks, already at full mast at the sight of her eating my cum.

She jumped at the sudden rush of my passion and almost closed her legs, but I smacked the inside of each thigh open. She leaned back into me with a wail. Finding her swollen nub, I began to rub it violently with two fingers. I couldn’t be gentle. Not when all I wanted to do was force my dick inside her.

Writhing on my hand, she whimpered as I worked her into a frenzy. Whenever she attempted to move away, I spanked her pussy with my palm. As she pushed her hips back into me, I’d thrust my cock into her, humping her ass cheeks with ferocity.

Taking the tip of my forefinger, I gently eased it inside of her entrance, careful not to rip her. Bruno would not be happy unless he saw blood. Essa wiggled on my finger as I circled her clit with my thumb.

Kissing her neck, I worked my way up to suckle her earlobe. “This pussy needs a daddy, doesn’t she? She needs me to care for her and protect her and tell her what to do.” Swatting her with an open palm again, I emphasized my point. “Spank her when she’s bad and give her gifts when she’s a good girl.”

She moaned an affirmative sound. I put the tip of my finger inside her entrance. “Yes. Please,” she whispered.

“Please what, baby girl?”

“Discipline me. Buy me things. Be my daddy. I-I want you to be my daddy.”

Fuck. That’s all I had wanted to hear. “Hmm, yes, my little girl. Whatever you ask for. Daddy will give it to you. You want to come?”

“Y-yes!”

Finding her ear behind her hair, I whispered, “Come all over daddy’s hand, baby girl. I want you to soak me.”

As her scream erupted from her open mouth, I rubbed myself between her cheeks until I came with her, spewing cum all over her back. She melted into my big body, legs trembling, as I wrapped my arms tightly around her. Her chest rose rapidly within the cave of my arms. We sat together in peace, listening to each other breathe for several minutes. Nuzzling the top of her head, I inhaled every inch I could reach. Her apple hair scent mixed with the scent of her pussy was a heaven I never wanted to leave.

“Wow. That was incredible. It never felt that intense when I humped my pillows.”

Snickering, I found her lips to kiss her gently. “Was that the first time someone has touched you?”

“Y-yes.”

Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, feeling so fortunate to be the one to touch my baby first. Kissing her cheek lightly, I brushed her hair back and worked my way down her neck. What did I do to deserve such an angel? My resolve to protect her grew even stronger.

“It’s messy,” she said as I pulled back.

“Yeah, it is. Hop up, and I’ll go clean off in the bathroom, then bring you a towel.” I didn’t really need her to move, because I simply grabbed her tiny waist and plopped her onto the floor like she was a doll. “I’ll be right back.”

After cleaning myself, I warmed a washcloth and brought her a towel to dry with. Wiping up her milky skin, she battered her lashes and asked, “Do you want to come to bed with me?”

Taking my time to respond, so she wouldn’t get the wrong idea, I dried her with the other white washcloth. “Essa, I would love to. But there’s no way I could stop myself. I’d ruin your chances at that money. I’ll sleep down here and keep an eye out for any intruders, okay?”

Once she was cleaned up, I escorted her to the stairs. Walking up three steps, I pressed my lips to her forehead. She leaned into me. “Ugh. Get upstairs and lock your door. Maybe put a chair in front of it or something.” Before she entered her room, I stopped her. “Oh, and, sunshine?”

“Yeah?”

“I may be gone in the morning before you wake up. I go to the gym before work. If I don’t see you, I’ll call you later, okay?”

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