Chapter 6

Picking her up, I lay her down on the table, hoping like hell her dad never finds out I ate his sweet little girl’s pussy on the card table we use for our poker games. It seems fitting, though, somehow. Sydney and I spent so many hours down here, goofing around and playing cards when she was younger, but now she’s a woman, my woman, and I want to taste her on this same table.

When her lips hit bottom and I’m balls deep inside her, I look down at my sweet girl taking my cock and smile. I know she can’t breathe and that there’s no way in hell this is comfortable for her, but she stays on all fours, waiting for me and giving me all the control. Such a good little pet.

“You’re being such a good girl,” I tell her, softening my grip on her hair just long enough to pat her before fisting her hair again. “I’m going to reward you later for taking my cock so well, pet, but first I’m going to fuck that sweet mouth of yours and make you sore.”

She moans “Mm-hmm,” and gives her ass a small wiggle to let me know she’s ready.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” I groan before sliding her back up the length of my cock, letting her suck in a quick breath of air before I slam her back down again. The wet heat of her mouth and the feel of her tongue flicking against my cock as I fuck her sweet face has me nearly cumming already.

She gives herself over to me completely, letting me fuck her as hard and fast as I want as tears stream down her face and spit drips from her mouth. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful as the sight of my sweet girl turning into a filthy little slut right before my eyes, and knowing that it’s all for me, only for me, has my body tensing and my balls tightening up even more.

“Swallow, baby,” I growl, right before I slam my cock into her, burying my head in her throat as my cock pulses inside her, shooting thick braids of cum down her little throat. I’m blinded by pleasure as I feel her throat constrict around me as she swallows every damn thing I’m giving her. All the sexual frustration I’ve been feeling towards her, all the need I have to possess her, turns into me shooting the biggest damn load of my life.

By the time I’m empty, I’m gasping and covered in a light sheen of sweat and wondering how in the fuck this little virgin has managed to give me the best goddamn orgasm of my life. I’m still trying to get my bearings when she slowly starts to lick and suck me clean. She doesn’t rush or hurry up and drop my cock like so many women do. No, she fucking worships my cock, keeping me semi-hard with her open-mouth kisses and gentle sucks and the way she teases me with little flicks of her tongue.

“Fucking hell,” I moan, knowing I’m going to be fully hard again in seconds. I know I should feel guilty about watching my best friend’s daughter run her tongue over my cock or seeing how swollen I’ve made her lips by fucking her mouth good and hard, but I don’t feel guilty at all. I feel better than I ever have in my life, and all I can think about is getting more. I want to feel her pussy around my cock, and I want to see her face as she cums. I want to kiss and explore every damn inch of her body.

For the first time in my life, I have a new obsession. I felt the same thing when I first discovered cards. I wanted to learn everything, and it was all I thought about, every second of every damn day, but this is nothing compared to that. What I feel for Sydney makes that obsession seem like a passing hobby.

I reach down and pick her up, pulling her into my lap. Cupping her face, I run my thumb over her cock-swollen lips.

“I want all of you,” I tell her because she needs to know what she’s getting into.

Wrapping her arms around me, she smiles and settles her little pussy on my cock, getting me fully hard again as soon as I feel the soaked lace press against my dick.

“Good,” she says, hovering her lips above mine. “Because I could never be with anyone else.”

God, just the idea of another man’s hands on her has me wrapping my arms around her even tighter, protecting her from all these imaginary men who want to get their hands on what’s mine. No fucking way!

“I’m going to fuck you and claim you and make you mine unless you tell me to stop right now.”

She rocks her hips against me, making me groan at how badly I need to be inside her. “God, I had no idea what a little temptress you were, Syd. You’re usually so well-behaved when I’m around. I thought I was the only one who felt this way.”

“I knew if I made a move too soon that I’d just scare you off,” she says, grinding against me even harder. “But I’ve always been yours, Jace, and I always will be.”

Bringing my hands to her thong, I tighten my fingers around the thin strings of fabric at her sides and give a sharp tug, ripping it off her and tossing it aside. When I feel her bare, wet pussy pressed against my aching cock, I groan and cup the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss. She grinds against me, driving me mad with need as she runs her tongue along mine. I love that she tastes like me. I always want her to taste like me.

Sliding one hand down her back, I cup her ass and work her harder against me, torturing us both, but, fuck, it’s the most exquisite torture, and I never want it to end. Her tits brush against my chest, and I’m overcome with the need to taste her.