Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Gunner

The elevator door opens directly into the suite, but I can’t summon the willpower to stop kissing Josie and step off. I can’t believe it—this is the first time I’ve kissed her with tongue. I didn’t realize before that my hands were touching, our bodies rubbing, even our lips pressing. But we haven’t kissed properly, wetly, until now. It’s a practice for young people. Children. At least that’s what I thought before.

Now, I’m not sure how I’ve survived a single day without her whimpering mouth opening up for mine, offering her tongue like a sacrifice. Our height difference puts her much lower than me, so her head is tipped back, her fingers winding in the front of my shirt. She’s usually so smooth, so practiced in her flirting, but the kiss seems to undo her, as much as it’s undoing me, and she can’t remain balanced on her toes, stumbling sideways, trembling. Until I pick her up again and she sighs, like a happy angel, wrapping her thighs around my waist.

And we go on kissing.

I flatten her to the wall of the elevator and our tongues fuck blatantly, my hips holding her in place so my hands can roam. There isn’t a single place on her body I don’t want to touch, my smooth, sexy girl. Her legs, the beautiful planes of her face, the curves of her sides and her horny little tits. Once I’ve thumbed her nipples into tight pebbles, I tunnel my fingers through her blonde hair and pull it, making her cry out, her pussy rubbing anxiously on my cock. She might have no idea what it’s like to have sex, but she wants it all the same.

Wants it from Papa.

Bad.

Finally, I manage to walk us off the elevator, striding to the back bedroom. The man who thought about having Josie on that bed is not the same man who enters the bedroom now. We’ve only spent an hour together and I already feel…lighter. Better. Unburdened. And even though it was hell to delay the main event, I can’t be sorry about the time we spent talking. I’ve always thought Josie was incredible, smart, sensitive. She’s more, though.

She’s magic.

All those things she said about finding me desirable…I truly don’t know if she meant them or if my money goes, in part, toward her boosting my ego. At the moment, I don’t give a fuck what is lie and what is truth. I’m too hard, too horny. If she’s a liar, so be it. I’m grateful for whatever this perfect angel gives me. I’ll accept it like a beggar.

There’s a voice in the back of my head telling me that I do care if she’s lying.

That I want her to be telling the truth. That it matters. A lot.

I ignore the voice and throw her down on the bed, however, growling at the picture she makes in the T-shirt, thigh high tights and heels. Young. Fuck, she’s so young. But when she gets up on her knees and strips the T-shirt off, my conscience is nowhere to be found.

“You might as well not be wearing any panties,” I manage hoarsely, reaching out to finger the thin pink string adorning her hip, then running my touch down to the tiny soaked triangle that holds no mysteries. It molds to her cleft like a second skin and all I can think about is eating that pussy like my last meal.

Josie trails her fingertips up her ribcage and cups her tits, squeezing her nipples into even tighter peaks. “Do you want me to wear panties, Papa? You’re the one who decides.”

Jesus.

My fingers work my buttons clumsily, my palms damp. I’m already laboring to breathe. My balls are embarrassingly full, my cock curved to the right in my dress pants, harder than a goddamn metal rod. I came on her without taking my pants off last time. This time, I’ll be surprised if I make it two pumps before my body releases the flood.

You’re the one who decides, she said.

And it finally sinks in that I’m in charge. I’m paying her.

She’ll do any sinful thing I ask.

“Dance for me while I’m undressing. The way you do in the den—under my roof—when I’m not supposed to be looking.” I’m all but ripping my buttons through their holes now, getting rid of my shirt and starting on the buckle of my pants. “Do you know how many times you’ve sent me upstairs to fuck my hand, little girl?”

A flush crawls up her neck, her cheeks. “Really?”

I yank down my zipper, groaning over the added space for my dick to grow. “Don’t act surprised. You knew what you were doing, didn’t you?”

She bites her lip shyly, turning around to face the panoramic window overlooking the city. Then she drops forward on all fours and slowly grinds her hips in a circle. “Like this, Papa?”

God almighty.

Her ass is completely bare, except for the little pink string caught between her cheeks. I’ve never seen anything so taut, round and delicious in my life. And those stockings that run up to mid-thigh…they’re naughty. Somehow the black, see through nylon makes this assignation exactly what it was meant to be. An old man banging a barely-legal girl in exchange for a small fortune. I should be ashamed over how feverish that turns my skin. Maybe I am ashamed, but nothing can stop me now. Not when she’s shaking her backside for me, sliding her thighs open nice and wide, giving me a view of the entire pink string and where it touches. Asshole and pussy. All of her glistening. Ready for me.

Worth millions. Worth every cent I’ll rain down on her.

I grab her hips and jerk her toward me on the mattress, groaning as she begins to grind on me, teasing her naked ass up and down in my lap, tweaking it side to side. Anxious, breathy sounds come out of her mouth as she does it, as if she could get off just like this, working her backside against Papa’s fat johnson. If I’m not careful, I’m going to come even earlier than expected—and nothing is going to keep my tongue out of her cunt. So before she can grind the semen out of me, I step sideways and get onto the bed, lying flat on my back.

“Now do it on my face.”

Josie’s seductress mask slips and her innocence shines through at my request. She’s never had a man’s mouth between her thighs, that much is clear, and I’m fucking exultant over being her first. Possessiveness roars in my veins. No one else is ever going to lick her but me. Christ, I’d spend every last cent in my bank accounts to keep her for me and me alone, wouldn’t I? Yes. Look at her. She’s a fantasy come to life. My fantasy.

And she has no idea how to get pleasure.

She needs to be taught.

I crook a finger at Josie and she comes on her hands and knees, kneeling beside me.

I pluck her up and settle her on top of me so she’s straddling my chest, a position that forces her to spread her legs as wide as possible, because of my size, and her knees still don’t touch the bed. She looks excited, but nervous—and excitement wins when I take her butt cheeks in my hands and knead them roughly, her eyelids fluttering, bare tits rising and falling.

“Do you know where your clitoris is, Josie?”

She starts to nod, then stops. Shakes her head slowly. “I know there’s a spot that feels good, but I can never seem to make it feel good enough to…to…”

“To come.” My right hand trails over her hip, finding the damp flesh between her thighs. Knuckling aside the pink thong, I rub my thumb along the seam of her pussy until it parts, watching her eyes widen when I find her clit and stroke it gently, gently, then faster. “Any time we’re together, baby, this is where I’ll be touching. Playing with this little rosebud makes you wet for my cock. And getting my cock into you is what I pay to do, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Papa,” she gasps.

I tease my thumb faster and she whimpers breathily, her thighs jolting on either side of me. “I can touch it a lot of ways. My fingers, like this. Or we can use toys. But right now, I want you to grind it on my mouth. My chin. My nose. Every fucking where. Make Papa proud.”

Her apprehension in itself is a turn-on as she crawls up my body, dragging her tits over my face, continuing until her fragrant little mound is an inch above my starving mouth. Slowly, she drops it down, her soft petals of flesh parting around my tongue, which I immediately wiggle against her clit—

“Oh!” Her thighs slide apart and she rolls her hips, dragging her clit on my tongue a second time, screaming through clenched teeth. “Oh my God.”

When her fingers grip my hair and she starts to fuck my mouth, I almost spill my seed.

Her smooth, slippery sex rides me relentlessly and Jesus, I’m a pervert. A sick fuck, getting off on an eighteen-year-old having her first orgasm on my face. But I couldn’t stop this if I wanted to. My hips lever up, thrusting my hard-on into the air, my hands on her juicy little ass to keep her grinding, my mouth feasting on her like a ripe melon, her youth and horniness dripping down my cheeks and chin—and still she rides, her cries of Papa growing louder and more anxious until finally, she stiffens, her pleasure bursting all over my tongue.

“GunnerGunnerGunner,” she whines, still undulating on my face.

I made this beautiful goddess come and it inflates me with male pride. Might be ugly, too old for her and oversized, but at the very least, I can give her an orgasm. That confidence has my body moving to flip Josie on her back. Staring down into her dazed blue eyes, I shove down my briefs and fist my aching cock, shoving it against her hole. “Let me in, little girl.”

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” she sobs, her hands twisting in the comforter on either side of her head, her thighs opening in welcome. “I want to make you feel good, too, Papa.”

“Oh, you will. As often as I want, isn’t that right?” I wedge an inch inside of her and have to stop to get myself under control. Bare minimum, I need to get my whole dick inside of her before I come. Her extreme tightness could prove that a pipe dream, though.

Jesus.

Her innocence, the knowledge that I’m the first one to claim her, turns me into an animal. I’ve never been like this before. Dominating. Starved. But there is permission in her eyes, her body language. She wants everything I have to give. Maybe even needs it.

I wrap my hand around her throat and thrust another two inches deep, her pussy suctioning up around me. “Give me that fucking cherry,” I growl through my teeth, flattening her petite body and jerking her knees up to her shoulders. “This is where teasing gets you, baby. This is where looking like sex on legs gets you. Underneath a man your father’s age with a bloody little pussy. Let me deeper.”

She makes a mewling sound of struggle and wiggles her hips, allowing in some more—and I feel her virgin barrier stopping my tip from going any further. Tenderness catches me unexpectedly in the chest, bringing my mouth down to hers where I kiss her soothingly, with reassurance, even as I try to stuff my cock deeper. There’s no stopping it. No putting off what I’ve wanted from this girl for longer than I’ll ever admit.

“Gunner,” she whimpers against my lips, her eyes bright, nervous.

“Baby,” I groan, preparing, sinking my tongue in and out of her sweet mouth. “It’ll be okay. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

She nods trustingly, wide eyes on her Papa—and I ram forward, breaking through the obstacle of her virginity, her miracle pussy swallowing me whole. My shoulder muffles her scream, her fingernails imbedding in my back. And I’m not exaggerating. The pussy is a fucking miracle. It milks me from root to head, little muscles rippling, stroking my cock like a million tiny hands. It might be a decade since I had sex, but I know damn well she feels even better than she’s supposed to. A million miles beyond what I’ve experienced or could have imagined.

“My baby okay?” I manage, my spine already beginning to tighten, balls drawing up.

Shit. Goddammit. I’m not going to last one thrust.

“Yes,” she hiccups, kissing my neck, my shoulders and cheeks. “Big, big, big.”

Her praise makes me groan raggedly and I try to pull out halfway, so I can sink back into heaven and drain my cock, but I can barely move inside of her. “Christ, Josie.”

“I made myself tight for Papa,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

As she says the words, her pussy performs the actions until I’m panting into the space between us, shudders wracking my body. “FUCK,” I growl, sparks blinking in front of my vision. “You’re going to get it now, little girl.”

All I can do after that is assault her.

That’s the only way to define it.

I shove her legs open on the bed and do exactly as I threatened. I rail her like a dog, slamming my dick in and out of her wet blonde cunt. She screams and claws at me, begging me not to stop, rocking her hips up to meet my hectic drives, my grunts loud enough to be heard in the room next door, along with her calls of my name—and in this moment, I want that. I want everyone in this hotel to know I get to fuck this supple eighteen-year-old. I want them to know she primed her pussy for me so it would be extra snug. And I can’t believe my luck. Whether I’m paying or not, I can’t believe she’s allowing my big, hairy body on top of her smooth, tiny one for a single second. That she’s not only spreading her legs for me, she’s moaning with pleasure, not put off by my aggression at all. No, it’s making her hot.

“Harder, Papa. Punish me.”

I’m not sure how I stop myself from ejaculating. Maybe it’s the intense need to stay locked inside her perfection for as long as possible, but somehow I hold back. Long enough to pull out of Josie and flip her face down, yanking her hips up and back into my lap. I reenter her with my purpling cock, our flesh slapping madly as I raw-dog her from behind, employing not a hint of gentleness. She doesn’t want gentleness, either. Not my girl. She tilts her hips back and asks for it harder. Faster.

Across the dark room, I catch our reflections in the window. Big and small. Man and girl. Her small breasts bounce every time I smack into her, tight pussy welcoming me wetly. Her mouth is open, eyes clenched shut. Enjoying the hell out of being ridden rough. And I know in that moment that I’m already addicted to her. This isn’t going to be a casual arrangement. The way she feels—the way she makes me feel, inside and out—is what I’ve been missing for so long. And she was right there in front of me the whole time.

With a snarl of possession, I hunch over her smooth back, bringing my fingers between her thighs to stroke her clit. “No more flirting, Josie. Not with anyone but me, understand? I get it all. Every smile. Every shake of those tits.” I pound her relentlessly, my climax beginning to crest, thickening my voice, pulling taut the muscles in my loins. “You want to flirt? You get on your knees and flirt with Papa’s big dick. Are we clear on that?”

“Yes, Papa!” she screams, her little body shuddering through an orgasm.

I give up the fight at the first clench of her pussy, my shaft spasming, firing a hot line of come into her wet heat. Primal ownership surges inside of me and I wind her hair in my fist, pushing her face down into the mattress, burying my cock as deep as it’ll go. Growling. My hips slapping off her tight ass, rope after rope of semen filling her until I collapse sideways.

My big stomach heaves inside of my undershirt, my cock still half-hard in the open V of my trousers. I think life can’t get any better, when suddenly it does. Josie curls up into my side like a drowsy kitten, naked and rosy and dazed from her orgasm. It feels completely natural to turn onto my side and welcome her into my arms, smiling as she snuggles into my black-and-white chest hair. I think she’s fallen asleep when her hesitant voice reaches my ears.

“Did I…please you?”

A laugh barks out of me before I can stop it. “Josie. I could die a happy man right now. Life can only go downhill after what we just did. You were…you are…Jesus Christ. I should be asking if I pleased you, not the other way around.”

“You did,” she whispers shakily, hot eyes raking up and down my chest. “A lot.”

Unbelievably, my cock is already starting to stir again. This girl…she invigorates me. Makes me feel even more alive than I felt when I was her age. Not only in sexual way, either. The organ in my chest has been twisted up into a knot beneath my jugular.

“We can’t spend the night together, can we?” Josie says, more of a question than a statement. “My parents would ask questions if I didn’t come home.”

I blow out a breath. “So would Paul,” I say, tipping her chin up so our eyes meet. “Once you and Paul move out, head to college, we’ll be spending nights together, Josie.”

Every. Single. Night.

“In the meantime, I’m going to book this room indefinitely.”

“Really?” Her lips part, heat kindling in her eyes. And something else. Something like hero worship that stiffens my dick into a crowbar. Despite the fact that we’re both expected at home, despite the late hour, God himself couldn’t stop me from rolling my sugar baby onto her back, pumping back into that hot, wet pussy and riding her into the ground.

“Mine,” I groan, my hips rutting wildly. “Mine.”

Her back arches as the orgasm overtakes her. “Yours.”