Page 251 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

DANIEL

She said yes. I was up and had her tossed over my shoulder before she stopped nodding her head. I took the stairs two at a time. Earl gave a woof, perhaps the canine version of the go get ‘em slap on the back from one male to another.

“Daniel! What are you doing?” she shrieked. Her small hand was on my ass, but I didn’t think she even knew.

“Our dogs might be fine with others watching, but I mind.”

I entered my bedroom and used my foot to kick the door shut behind us. Carefully, and slowly, I lowered her to her feet, letting her brush down every hard inch of me.

“You always wear fuck-me red panties, sweet girl?”

She shook her head, adjusting her glasses.

“What color today? Show me.”

With deft fingers, she opened the front of her jeans and showed me a small sliver of what was beneath.

Pale pink.

I dropped to my knees before her, eyes right in line with that hint of blush. I helped her with her shoes and socks, tossing them to the side. Then I had the fun task of working her jeans down her legs, then off.

I cupped her calves and slid my hands up. And up as my eyes followed.

Those panties? I brushed a finger across them.

I didn’t know my fabrics, but this stuff was delicate.

And shirred or gathered or whatever so it didn’t lay smooth.

Pink ribbons circled the top and the leg openings.

Girly. Feminine and the perfect mixture of virginal and slutty.

Why slutty? Because it was completely see-through.

I could see her little thatch of red hair and pussy lips. She might as well be naked.

I moved to her turtleneck and pushed the bottom up. She took over for me and pulled it off. The bra matched and didn’t hide how big her tits were. They weren’t proportional to her small frame. In fact, they might be more than a handful for even my big hands.

She might hide how perfect they were beneath her prim clothes, but now? When the sheer fabric didn’t hide her large nipples? When it only lifted them so the top swells were bare… fuck me. If she took a deep breath, her nipples would pop out. If she jumped even the slightest.

She didn’t say a word as I looked her over. And over. I didn’t know where to focus because every inch of her creamy skin was perfect.

“Melly…” I said on a slow growl. “Everyone thinks you’re a good girl.”

When I ran my fingers over her soft belly, she sucked in a breath and yup, those tits jiggled.

I flicked my gaze up to hers. “But you’re very, very bad, aren’t you?

” I pressed a kiss to the deep valley between her tits.

Shit, I could smother and die happy. Her skin was warm, her scent soft and yet very potent.

“How am I bad? I like pretty underthings,” she admitted, her hand settling on the top of my head and tangling in my hair.

“Bad girls wear things like this to tease a dick and then get fucked with it.”

I pulled back enough to run that finger now up the inside of her thigh. Instinctively, she stepped wide.

“You want it.”

“Daniel,” she breathed when I circled her clit. I could see it hard and the prettiest pink through the panties.

“Ever had a man see you like this before?”

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know the answer. If she shared her slutty little panties with another guy, I might have to kill him.

She shook her head.

“So no one’s gotten his mouth on this pussy?”

“No.”

Hooking her leg, I tossed it over my shoulder.

“Good.” Then, through the panties, I devoured her. Yes, the sheer fabric was a barrier, but no matter how well she responded, she was a virgin and just confirmed she’d never been this intimate before.

It was the closest thing to gentle and a warm-up I could give her.

“Oh!” Her arms went to my shoulders to hang on, but she couldn’t keep her balance. Her knees crumpled and I lowered her to the carpeted floor, nudged her knees apart, then dove back between her thighs.

Her folds were plush and plump, her clit hard and very sensitive. I could have teased, let her learn quickly how I could really be in charge and make her scream and beg to be satisfied. But I needed her well pleasured, her pussy dripping and begging to be filled.

So I sucked and flicked on her clit based on how her thighs clenched, her hands tugged on my hair and how she cried out.

If there was an Olympic sport for getting a woman to come from eating her pussy, I’d be champ. She was screaming my name and ripping my hair out within a minute.

And she still had her useless little panties on.

When I sat back on my heels and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, she was spent, sprawled, and very satisfied. Deftly, I hooked my finger around the gusset of her panties and slid them to the side, pink pussy revealed. Swollen as she was, the elastic caught and stayed.

It had been a good idea to keep my dick in my pants so I didn’t get in her too soon, but I needed relief so I lifted onto my knees. Opening my jeans, I pushed them and my boxers down my hips enough so I sprang free.

I was too far gone. Too worked up to fuck her properly for the first time.

It had been a long time for me. Too long.

Now I was looking down at this sweet, young thing who wanted to be defiled.

Gripping the base of my dick, I stroked from root to tip. I hissed at how good it felt. How close I was. My balls ached to be emptied and I couldn’t stop jerking off.

Her eyes opened and when she saw what I was doing, they flared wide. Then heat and interest built, and she pushed up to her elbows to watch.

She was perfection. Panting, sweaty, flushed. One bra strap had slipped, loosening one cup and her nipple–fuck me was it plump and big and pink and ready to be sucked–revealed.

“See?” I said, stroking harder, muscles tense, hips thrusting. “I can’t wait. Get ready to be covered in my cum.”

Gritting my teeth, I came like a fucking freight train. “Fuck!” I shouted and watched as thick ropes of cum shot across her. Painted her virgin skin, thighs, belly, tits.

When she moved, I thought she was repulsed and trying to get away from the torrent that I was splattering all over her. But then she stunned the shit out of me by leaning forward and taking me into her mouth. Just the head around those tight lips and–

“FUCK!”

I thought I’d been done, but no. Her hot little mouth pulled more cum from my balls and I thrust involuntarily down her throat once.

Eyes widening at the surprise action, she swallowed while I had enough brain function to pull from her mouth.

I didn’t want to scare her. But the opposing motion made the suction nice and snug and so fucking intense.

One last little spurt landed on her chin, then dripped onto her nipple.

Holy shit. Holy. Fucking. Shit. The best orgasm of my life and it’d been from jerking off.

I was still hard. How could I not be with the way she looked.

Pure filthy fantasy I didn’t even know I had.

I’d been with women before. No one stuck, not even the mother of my child.

Sure, I liked to fuck down and dirty, but never like this.

I never wanted to push a woman, to test what she liked.

What made her hot. Because they knew what they wanted and usually it was a quick, fun romp with the lumberjack. Not much talking. All fucking.

But Melly? She was pushing my lines and it was fucking insane.

She was so innocent in all this that it was pure. There was no faking her reactions. Her desires. How she liked it and was right there with me.

“Don’t move,” I said, my breathing ragged.

Reaching into my jeans pocket, I pulled out my cell.

“You’re my own little slut,” I said as I swiped for the camera setting.

I flicked my gaze to hers and she still wasn’t running scared. In fact, she was swirling a finger in a thick patch of cum, as if painting herself with it.

“You like being covered in my cum. You like knowing you bring me to my knees. I might be in charge, but you hold all the power, sweet girl.”

I held the camera vertically and caught her image. Kneeling, knees wide. Panties on, pussy exposed. Bra on, one tit falling free. Cum all over her. Hair tangled. Eyes blurry with need. And those glasses.

Reaching forward, I smeared my palm through the cum on her belly, snapped another photo. In it, there was no question she was owned.

By me.

She stood, took a step back and undid the front clasp on her bra. Then teased me by keeping her hands over her tits provocatively. I got another photo.

Then she let it fall from her shoulders and to the floor.

She slipped her panties off next, then crooked a finger in her glorious, cum-covered nakedness.

“I can’t be your little slut unless you fuck me, Daniel.”

No, no she couldn’t.