CHAPTER HUNDRED AND NINTEEN

SPENCER POV

She’s nervous. I can feel it, her fingers squeezing mine so tightly as I lead her upstairs. I’d planned to take her in my room, in my big bed like a big girl, but the temptation to take her innocence in pretty pink sheets is too much to bear. She takes a breath as she steps through the doorway, and her smile is so bright, trying too hard to be confident. Her raspy breath gives her away.

  I close the door behind us and my beautiful girl faces me as I flick on the lamp. Her hands are clasped in front of her, so unsure.

 I shrug off my jacket and hang it on the back of the door. I loosen my tie slowly, and unbutton my shirt as she stares at me with wide eyes.

“Undress for Daddy,” I tell her, and her nervous fingers are a joy to watch. They dither as they pull her top over her head, fumble as they pop the button on her jeans and ease down the zipper. She wriggles out of them and stands before me in just her underwear. Her bra is so understated, only the tiniest frill of lace on plain white. Her nipples poke through the fabric, tiny little peaks that make my mouth water.

      “Turn for Daddy, let me see you.”

 She smiles so shyly as she twirls, her shoulders back and proud, even though I’m sure her heart is racing in her chest. Her ass is a delight, tight young virgin cheeks just begging to be spanked. A dirty part of me wishes my sweet Violet was a naughty girl, but there’ll be opportunity for punishment in good time. Even the most adorable little girls can’t always be angels.

 I’m beginning to read her expressions. The tiny twitch in the corner of her smile, the flutter of her eyelashes, the stare she gives when she’s so eager for praise.

      “Beautiful,” I tell her as she finishes her twirl.

      She breathes out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Daddy Spencer.”

      “It’s just Daddy tonight,” I tell her, and she nods.

      “Okay, Daddy.”

I undo my cufflinks and shrug off my shirt. Her mouth is open as I take off my belt, her weight shifting from foot to foot as I lower my trousers.

 My cock is so ready for her, balls so fucking tight at the thought of taking her sweet little virgin pussy. I feel like a starving man, mouth watering over a tasty piece of rare steak. Tender, perfect, innocent.

The beast inside wants to take her rough and fast, to show her who she belongs to and instil some discipline right from the start. But I’m a better man than that.

Her arms are waiting as I step into them, her sweet fingers twisting in my hair as I kiss her pretty mouth. She murmurs as I give her my tongue, hers dancing such a delicate dance, then she moans as my fingers trail up her belly to squeeze at those little button nipples.

My horny girl is wet for me. She grinds against my bare thigh and the cotton of her knickers is soaking through. She humps me so sweetly, a squirmy little package of need, but I ease her away, pressing my finger to her lips as she protests.

 “All in good time, sweetheart. Easy now. Relax for Daddy.”

 I walk her to the bed, and she falls back without instruction. Her greedy little fingers rub at her clit through her sodden knickers.

The fabric highlights her little pink slit so fucking beautifully.

 “Dirty girl,” I grunt, and work my cock slowly, from balls to tip. She’s staring at the length of me, and those nerves are so plain to see. “Are you ready for Daddy, Violet?”

 She nods. “I’m ready, Daddy. Really ready.”

 Her fingers keep playing as I kneel onto the bed alongside her, circling her clit so eagerly until I push them aside with my own. I press them into her slit, stretching that cotton fabric between her pussy lips as she squeezes her eyes shut.

 I know I should take it slowly. I know I should take her with my fingers, one by one, until her pussy is open and willing. I know that’s what a good daddy should do for his little girl, but right now I don’t feel like such a good daddy.

 I want my cock to be the first thing she feels. I want my cock to be the thing that breaks her. I want her to feel how big and hard Daddy’s cock is for his gorgeous little girl.

 “What is it, Daddy?” Her sweet smile makes my cock twitch.

  “It’s nothing, sweetheart,” I tell her, resigning myself to be a better man.

 But she won’t let it go. She hitches herself up on her elbows, her eyes so wide.

 “Am I doing something wrong? I’m not sure what to do…”

 She looks scared. There’s a shake in her voice.

 “Taking my time, Violet. That’s all. Just relax for me.” I stroke her soft thigh and slip my hand inside her knickers. She moans and relaxes to the bed.

      “Daddy wants his cock to be the first thing you feel inside you, Violet. Daddy wants to feel your tight little pussy stretch for him for the very first time.”

 Her hand presses onto mine, right between her legs, urging my fingers to her horny little clit.

      “I want that too…” It’s barely more than a murmur, and it’s not enough.

“It’ll hurt,” I tell her. “Daddy’s cock is going to hurt unless I make your sweet little pussy ready for it.”

      “But I…” she whispers. “I don’t care… I want what you want…”

I smile. “No, sweetheart. We’ll do this right, for you.”

She shakes her head, keeps coaxing my fingers between her legs. “You’ve given me so much, Daddy. I want to give you this… me… however you want it… I want it to be good for you, Daddy…”

 I don’t say a word, just keep circling that tight little bud until she shudders, so close to coming, so beautifully close.

 “Please, Daddy… please…” Her request is so beautiful in her innocence, her desire to please me the most magical treasure. “I want it, Daddy, I promise…”

 “Let me make you come,” I tell her. “Let’s make you nice and wet for Daddy’s cock.”

She’s already sopping. Delicious squelches from her pussy make my cock so hard. I lower myself, until my mouth hovers over her soft little mound. I pull her knickers down her clammy thighs and she wriggles to help. The scent of her is divine. I breathe her in, my nose pressed into those soft lips, nudging at her clit until she gasps.

I spread her with my fingers, and suck that tight little nub into my mouth, suck hard and steady until her hips are thrusting and her fingers are tugging at my hair.

 I wrap my arms under her thighs and hold her tight to my mouth, my tongue lapping at her slit as she moans. I suck again, and it’s enough to make her cry out, and then she tumbles, jerking under me as she comes, her heels kicking at the bedcovers, back arched as she rides the waves.

      “Oh, Daddy… yes… yes…”

She’s so fucking beautiful like that. Her pussy clenches as I lick the wetness from her swollen clit, and I pepper her thighs with gentle kisses, right the way down to her toes.

      Her eyes are hooded and adoring. She lays so still for me, so calm in her vulnerability.

      Trust. It’s a beautiful thing.

      I take her ankles and position them at my hips. I spread her thighs, and she moans as I tease open her pussy lips, splaying her nice and wide. I soak in the sight of her untouched little hole for the last time, the delicate pink of her hymen the most precious gift I’ll ever take.

      I should say it, so I do. “We should use protection,” I tell her. “I don’t want to put you in a situation, Violet.”

      She doesn’t flinch. “You mean a baby? You don’t want to risk a baby?”

      I laugh gently. “It’s not about what I want, Violet. It’s about you. What’s right for you.”

      Her quizzical expression gives me the strangest rush. “But would you? I mean, not right now. I mean, in theory…”

 This really isn’t the time, not with my swollen cock bursting to take her virginity. “I’ll give you whatever you want, Violet, but it’s always going to be your decision.”

      “You’d give me a baby? If that’s what I wanted?” She looks so surprised. I’m surprised she’s so surprised.