Vincent
“Once we do this, there is no going back. And I honestly don’t ever want to,” I tell her
finally, my voice is raspy, I sound like someone else. Not Vincent Wilder the dad, but Vincent Wilder the man, the biker, the person who does bad shit. “I want to see the woman beneath those tight yoga pants and that lacy bra. I want to see what’s under everything. I want to see your soul.”
A small smile dances on her lips, igniting my need more than I ever thought possible. Nobody, no woman can ever compare to her. She’s perfect in ways I can’t explain. I’m far too old, far too forbidden for her, but I don’t give a fuck. Not while she slips her pants, along with her flimsy panties down long, lithe legs.
Her bra meets the floor quickly, and I’m met with her perfect tits encased in dark lace. Her tummy isn’t perfectly flat, it’s soft and beautiful. She has a belly button piercing that glints at me as if teasing me to come closer. I want to admonish her for it, but that’s the Dad in me. No, the man loves the fuck out of it.
“Touch yourself, like you used to do in bed at night. When you used to taunt me,” I tell her. The gasp that falls from her lips is evidence that she didn’t think I knew what she was doing.
Her delicate fingers slip between her legs, touching the sensitive, yet wet folds of her perfect pussy. She’s got the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen. Her moans tumble free when she dips a finger inside her. Slowly, she pulls the wet digit from her body, and lifts it to her mouth. Her full, pink lips wrap around the index finger, and she sucks the juices that shine on her skin.
“You like tauntin’ me, princess?” I question, watching the erotic show before me. She does it again, tasting herself as she watches me, our eyes locked in a heated standoff.
“I do, Daddy,” she teases, her tongue darting out to lick at her bottom lip which makes my cock jolt against my boxers. Shoving my underwear down, I allow the item to fall on the carpet leaving the clothing in a heap on the floor before I make the decision to do what I’ve been dreaming about for years.
Dropping to my knees, I slide my hands up her bare, tanned thighs. Her skin is like silk—exquisitely smooth. My fingers play along the flesh to her core which is hidden by black panties that match her bra.
I can’t find words. My throat is thick with emotion. Rylee is blurry, and I blink the tears away. She’s more than perfect, she’s every man’s wet dream. And she’s asking me to take her, to claim her.
I should’ve done it a long time ago. But I couldn’t bring myself to. I thought she was flirting because she was going through teenage hormonal changes. I was convinced I was reading into her smiles, her gentle touches. But with her sitting on the bed, legs open for me, inviting me in, I realize it was real.
“Are you sure?” I ask while looking up at her, meeting those eyes that hold my heart with an innocent stare.
“Yes,” Ry smiles, before sitting up which brings her breasts in line at my face, and I want to devour them. Rylee cups my cheeks, she holds my face steady, and plants a kiss on my lips. The moment she releases me, my hands find the clasp of her bra, tugging the material from her shoulders. Her panties follow next, and soon, she’s completely naked.
Between her legs, a soft strip of blonde hair leads to the sweet glistening flesh my mouth waters to taste. No longer waiting, I lean in and inhale her muskiness, reveling in her fragrance.
With a swipe of my tongue, I’m a man high on a priceless drug—my beautiful girl. I open her completely to my gaze, taking in her sweet pink flesh. My mouth is on her instantly. Laving, suckling, and tasting. Dipping my tongue into her tight heat, I savor every drop of nectar she gifts.
“Oh, god,” Rylee mewls above me, her hands fisting my long hair, tugging and pulling me closer. Her hips lift to meet my ministrations as if she can’t get enough. Her moans and whimpers spur me on and soon, I’m drinking every drop of her release.
I don’t stop, I don’t relent, I dip two fingers inside her, slipping in easily through the slickness of her pussy. Her pulsing walls grip both digits, and soon, she’s crying out obscenities again.
“Oh fuck, fuck, Daddy,” Her voice is husky as her body trembles, but I continue my ministrations, taking pleasure in the way her body is responding to me. Curling my fingers, I find the spot inside her, deep inside that makes her fingers tug my hair, causing a bite of pain to shoot through every inch of me.
My cock is rock solid. It’s a steel rod, needing release. Leaning in, I suckle Rylee’s clit into my mouth while finger fucking her with abandon, causing more cries of god and fuck to spill free from her beautiful lips.
I watch in awe as two orgasms take over her body, caused by me. I’m the one bestowing pleasure on her, and my heart and soul are burning with dark desire to make her come one more time, this time though, it will be on my cock.
When her thighs stop shaking, I rise, my mouth still wet from her arousal. Slowly, I crawl over the beauty on the bed and hover over her, taking in the flushed cheeks, her wide, shiny eyes filled with love and adoration, and the way her plump lips are parted.
“You’re delicious, princess,” I murmur, planting a soft kiss on her mouth. “I want you, I’ve wanted you for so long. The need has me tense,” I admit, shaking my head in dismay at how I feel.
“Please, don’t look away,” Rylee pleads with me. “I want your eyes on me, all the time. Every day,” she smiles, and my heart thuds against my ribs. If we do this, we’re going to need to tell people we’re a couple. And I’m not sure the guys are ready to hear the truth.
“I don’t know how to do this.”
“Neither do I, but we can learn,” my little girl, now a woman tells me earnestly. “We can take it a day at a time.” She’s so positive. Convinced that what we’re doing is right, and as much as I berated myself in the beginning, I no longer want to live like that.
“Then you’re coming to the club with me tomorrow,” I finally tell her, pulling her up, I tug her into my arms, holding onto her as if she were my lifeline, instead of the other way around.
“Daddy,” she murmurs. “Can you make love to me now?”
Chapter 7
Rylee