She looks straight down.
Then blinks as she looks back up again.
She looks right in my eye. She leans back into the corner with her hands on her thighs. And, unconsciously, unmistakably, she pulls at her skirt, sliding up the hem.
Her breasts heave and her scent is filling my head.
“I shouldn’t ask you for help.” Her lip quivers, “I don’t think anyone can help me, not really.”
Instinctively, I move nearer. She is so vulnerable, I want to cover her with the shield of my body. Moving even closer to her, I feel her heat. She plants her feet a little further apart. I take her face in my hand.
“If you tell me,” I say, “I can help.”
“I do need help,” she reaches out to touch my chest, “I don’t know what to call you.”
I’m about to answer, but she says, “Can I call you Daddy?”
Her face turns in my hand. She brushes her cheek against my palm. And her eyes plead, wet.
With her hand still on my chest, her eyes travel down. And I can’t even criticize. My eyes have been all over her. Running after her, on the way here, I watched every flick of her skirt as it swayed around her beautiful round ass, giving me glimpses of her milky thighs. I didn’t miss a single moment of that. Any glimpse that I got the soft, dark insides of her thighs, I lapped that right up.
Her hips tilt and roll. Her teeth tug on her lip. She presses her face into the palm of my hand. Turns her head to put a soft kiss in my palm. Her plump, dripping pussy, I catch the scent of her, calling to me. Her pussy is definitely sending out scent messages, calling to my cock.
“Please…” As she presses on my chest, her hand slips. Down. “Let me be yours. Make me your own Greta.”
I need it. I need her. My head is smoky and buzzing with her scents. But this isn’t the time. Not the time, or, looking around, God dammit not the place.
I lean down to explain. Her lovely body, her soft round tits, press and squeeze against me as I draw near. My cock fattens, hardens and straightens. I’m close enough to whisper. Still holding face. I reach down, just to steady. Just to reassure her. My hand lands on her waist. Her body springs to life, like she’s literally just been switched on.
She reaches for my face. Looks in my eyes.
“Please, Daddy,” she begs.
Then her thighs close and grip around mine.
Chapter 7 Greta
All the danger and the confusion and the running has stirred me up and my pulse hammers. My breath is deep, hard. Feverish. My thoughts don’t make any sense anymore. But I know that he saved me. And I know that I want him, so hard.
I look up and my lips part. When he kisses me, everything changes. Nothing else matters.
His hand takes hold of my breast. Runs down my stomach. My thighs part and my knees sag. His strong fingers are on the outside of my skirt. Pressing against my stomach. Moving down. I know that he can feel how hot I am. The steely look in his eyes makes me weak.
The pulse of his immense cock heats me through my skirt, and my thin panties. I groan when he touches me there. I tremble as his hand slides up the inside of my thigh, then he takes a hold of my swollen pussy. His fingers press and rub on the soft heat of my mound, shoving my hood and my clit, spinning and churning me up inside.
He slips his fingers inside my panties. Traces and presses my lips and gouges at my opening. When his fingers press inside me, my legs buckle and I almost collapse. My weight drops into his hand and he takes full advantage. Pushing inside me, Scraping at the front of my cunt while his thumb tantalizes my clit.
“This what you need?” his voice is gruff. Raw.
My throat is too thick for me to speak. I squeeze out, through a strained moan, “Yes, Daddy. I need that.”
I hang on to his neck, ride up and down on his hand. Press myself around the huge muscles of his arm. My hips roll and sway. He reaches deeper, finding me in ways I never felt before. I need him so bad. I need more. He’s setting me on fire inside. Firecrackers jump about in my core. Sparks shoot down my thighs and crackle up to my hard, sore buds.
Wrapped tight around his arm, I cling to him. My hips roll and buck. Crude. Raw. Needing. I take all I can on his hand, grinding my pussy shamelessly against him. And I want more.
My ass clenches and I tremble. I shake all the way through my insides, Bursting in a juddering set of crashing waves. I’m coming, gushing into the palm of his hand, but I know I need a lot more.
I need all that he has. All that he can give me. I need him to fill me. Fill me and stretch me. Hard. He lifts me. I’m aching for his hard cock.
There’s nothing I want more than to trust him.
“Is it going to hurt?” My voice flutters as I ask him.
“Not too much. And not for long.”
“I’m afraid.”
He kisses me. Holds me close. In his arms I feel like nothing can touch me. Nothing but him. “It will be alright.”
“I know, Daddy.” I tell him. “I’m always afraid of pain. Until I feel it.” He looks in my eye. My thighs tremble and my pussy gushes into his palm. I whisper, “Then, sometimes I want to feel the pain again,” and my
