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FIVE

Five

Cole

I grit my teeth, trying to calm my raging cock. I’ve never been so hard.

The monster inside of me becomes more real with every ragged breath. The scent of her pussy and the feel of her soft body on top of me is surging primal need through my veins.

I’m losing the civilized man that I was only moments ago, to be replaced by a beast that needs to sink its hard dick into her soaking, virgin pussy.

The virgin pussy she’s saved for me.

FOR.

ME.

Never have I heard more beautiful words.

No matter how long I live, I’ll treasure this moment. The moment I found out that my awful, forbidden desire is reciprocated.

But the thoughts I’ve had all these years don’t compare to what I’m feeling right now. They were crude, malformed things, more lust than anything else.

And I want my dick inside her, sure.

But it’s so much more.

She’s mine.

I’m claiming her.

I’m not only going to fuck her. I’m going to fuck a baby inside of her, as fast as humanly possible, so she will never get away.

No one will be able to take from me that which I’ve waited for my entire life.

I’ve never thought of it much, but it kills me, wishing I was a fucking virgin for her. I’ve never tramped around, that’s not my way, but I’ve had a couple girlfriends over the years before I met Holly. Never anything serious at all.

But none of that ever felt like this.

Compared to this, those encounters don’t even register on any sort of scale. So I guess, in a way, I am a virgin. I’m a virgin for anything even remotely close to what we’ll have, because what we’ll have is unprecedented. And unprotected. Another first for me. Since Martin introduced me to his daughter, the whole fucking world has changed.

Sure, I felt like a shit head at the time. She was seventeen and I was thirty-five.

Dirty old man.

But, now here we are. I waited. I tried to stay away. But now is the moment and there’s no turning back. I take a deep inhale and catch her scent again and I let out a growl that widens those doe-brown eyes staring at me like I’m some sort of king.

“You okay?” Her tongue pokes out from between her cherry-sweet lips, and it’s taking all my control not to throw her ass on the floor, rip her clothes off and sink my greedy dick into her wet warmth, my swollen balls eager to fill her over and over with my hot, sticky seed.

“I will be.” I answer, knowing the only way I will truly be okay from now on is if she’s with me.

I’m going to taste her sweet cunt and eat her until she knows only my name. Then, I’m going to fuck her until she can’t walk. My thick dick will be stuffed inside of her tight pussy until she’s dripping with me, every day from now on.

I release her neck and take her hand in mine as my other hand slides between us to pull out my hard cock. As it springs out from my zipper, Holly’s eyes widen and I place her hand on my hot length, her tiny fingers wrapping around the swollen shaft.

“Do you know how many times I’ve had my hand right where yours is while I was thinking about you?”

Her mouth opens and she shakes her head, not taking her eyes from our hands as I show her how to stroke me the way I have all these years; slowly, unhurried, building the tension.

“I should be ashamed, how many times…”

“No.” Her eyes snap up to mine. “Don’t be. I was thinking about you every day, since the first time my dad introduced us. I had my first orgasm thinking of you… Maybe I should be the one who’s ashamed.”

“Fuck no. What you just told me, you touching yourself thinking about me, that gave you your first orgasm?” I feel her hand moving faster and I can barely breathe, it feels so fucking good. “That’s beautiful, baby.”

Her movements are tentative and I continue to guide her.

“Is this right?” Her sweet voice only makes me harder.

“It’s exactly right. Now move it like this…” I show her how to spread the drops of pre-cum that are streaming down the purple, swollen head of my dick, and my whole body tightens as I try to hold my orgasm at bay.

Pretty soon, I let my hand drift from hers, reaching out to finish what she started by working the buttons open on her red sweater. She doesn’t pause as I work, her hand gliding up and down the sensitive skin of my cock.

There’s a sparkle in her eye, her warm breath coming faster as she arches her back, pushing her magnificent tits forward into my hands.

When I get her sweater open, I’m so close to the edge I have to grit my teeth to hold on just a moment longer.

She looks so fucking happy as she starts to jack me off harder and faster, my entire body feeling like it’s alive for the first time in my life.

Her tits swell out above the white-lace trim at the top of her red bra, and it’s another Christmas miracle when I look to see the clasp in the front. I waste no time unhooking it, letting her enormous tits fall free into my waiting hands.

Her nipples are amazing. Big and dark pink, tightening as I bring my fingers to softly twist and pinch them, listening to her moan. I tear my eyes away from their magnificence to look down at her hand around my cock, and I feel myself steadily losing control.

“Cole…” When I hear my name, my balls start to heave. “Would you…” She pauses as a flush pinks her cheeks and her chest. “Never mind.” She shakes her head, her long blonde hair falling into her face.

I reach up with one hand, the other still massaging the weight of her breast, my fingers memorizing every bump and texture of her nipple.

“Never say—” I gasp as her fingers move against the sensitive head of my cock, nearly sending me over the edge. Holding on is a struggle, but somehow I bring myself back to unstable control. “Never say never mind. If it’s important to you, it’s important to me. What is it? Would I what? Believe me when I say, any sentence that comes from you that starts with ‘would you…’ the answer is probably yes, unless I think it’s bad for you or will harm you…so say it…Would I what?”

She inhales a shaky little breath as her fingers squeeze around the base of my cock.

“Would you put your mouth on me?” She takes one hand and raises her breast toward my face. “Suck on me? Here?” Her voice is tiny, embarrassed, and I have to say it turns me on even more.

I don’t have words, I only have action. I take her tit in both hands, and with the first brush of her nipple on my lips I swear there is no air left in the room.

White sparks blind me as a primal roar rips from my chest and I finally fall over the edge. Thick, hot jets of my cum spurt from me as I suck her nipple deep into my mouth.

The muscles in my legs twitch and harden as I grip the soft flesh of her breast and feed myself on her, listening to the little yips and yelps of pleasure emanating from the woman I’ve dreamed about for so long.

As I cum all over her hand, she doesn’t hesitate or withdraw. Instead she slows her strokes, drawing cum from the base to the tip, and I think I’m going to die when I see her bring her cum covered fingers to her lips and suck them in, taking my white release into her mouth on a moan.

I move between her breasts for a few more minutes, tasting each one, nibbling and suckling until she begins to writhe and grind on top of me, the soaking fabric of her panties connecting with my still-hard length, but my mouth needs more.

Her body shudders as I release her nipple from my mouth, grabbing her ass and spinning us both around, dropping her in my place on the sofa as I ease my body down between her legs. I lean back, putting my weight on my heels, and see the dark spot on the white fabric between her legs, her red skirt gathered up around her hips as her sweater and bra fall wide open, the swell of her tits bared to the world.

She’s magnificent, her eyes hazy with lust as her mouth hangs open, shallow breaths making her chest rise and fall.

I reach up and grab the elastic of her panties, leaning down to grind my face into the soaking spot, taking a deep breath. The scent of her sticky sweet juice races through me like wildfire and I tug the fabric down, ripping her panties from her feet and displacing the red heels before shoving her knees wide again as I take a long slow look at the world’s prettiest pink pussy.

“God, Cole…”

“It’s okay, sweet Candy Cane, I’m going to take such good care of you.”

She trembles as I press my face to her wet warmth and take a long, slow lick through her drenched creases. She winces when my tongue finds her opening and a moment later a little spurt of her juices is released into my hungry mouth as I press inside, feeling her resistance still there, waiting for me.

I imagine shoving my cock into that tight hole, and the idea nearly makes me cum again right then, but eating her is better than I could have imagined and I don’t want to ever stop.

She’s watching me through narrow eyes as I work my tongue up and down, flicking and circling around her clit as my hand runs down to her calves, gripping them hard and pulling her impossibly wide to get at every sweet, silky inch of her.

Her lush body trembles as I lick and suck, her sticky juices coating my mouth and face as her flavor burns through me, branding me forever with what I know to be mine and mine alone.

A few minutes later, her hands come to my head, fingers holding onto my hair as her body stills and her hips pulse against my ravaging mouth.

“God, Cole…oh my God…”

That’s all she gets out before her body starts to shake, bucking as she screams, nearly shaking the very windows as I hold her in place, unrelenting, needing more.

Another orgasm tears through her and as she shudders, the noises she’s making turning pained, and I reluctantly slow my movements. Kissing and licking her slowly, I gradually bring her back down, and look up to see shock in her eyes.

“I’ve never felt anything like that…”

“No? Good. Get used to it, because there’s about a million of those in your future. I’m not ready to stop. You don’t want more?”

“I do… I want—” There’s the sound of a car horn and her eyes go wide.. “That’s my Dad’s text tone, I should see what he says.” Her voice is anxious and I relent.

Reaching out, I pull myself up beside her on the sofa, holding her steady in my arms, her face flushed and her hair a sexy mess.

“Where’s your phone?”

“There.” She points to the kitchen counter where her purse rests. “It’s in the side pocket.”

I wrestle my still hard cock into my pants and zip them up so they won’t fall around my ankles, then march over and grab her phone, bringing it back and handing it to her as I fall onto the sofa, pulling her onto my lap as I kiss her neck and chest, my hands on her tits, unable to get enough of her.

“Shit.” There’s panic in her voice. “He’s coming down Charleston Avenue, asking if I need anything from the store. Said he’ll stop if I do, otherwise he’ll be here in five minutes. The guys all decided to stay together at the closest guy’s house. Oh God.”

“It’s fine.” I run my hand down her hair. “I’ll talk to him. I’ll explain this isn’t just some guy groping his daughter. This is serious. He’s going to have to get used to it.”

“No! He will be furious. You know how he is. It’s Christmas, Cole. I don’t want to lose him. I already lost one father… I can’t…” Tears fill her eyes and my heart clenches in my chest. “I can’t do this right now.”

“I promise you baby, it will be okay. Just tell him you’re here, that I’m still here with you, and you’ll see him in a few minutes. Let’s get you dressed though, some things a father does not need to see.”

Her eyes widen in a question, then she calms, looking down at her phone as her fingers move on the screen. A minute later she looks up at me, pinching her lips together in a wry smile.

“What?”

She turns the phone around, and I read the words on the screen. My head tells me one thing but my heart and my cock tell me another.

“I don’t like you lying.” I manage as she brings her lips to my neck and starts kissing me. After that, my mind goes blank. My will evaporates as she runs her tongue around my ear and reaches out to take one of my hands, pressing it between her legs. I let out a long, painful groan, and know I can’t resist. “We better get dressed then. I can see now, you’re going to be the death of me, Candy Cane.”