Chapter 4

~Riley~

My breath caught in my throat. I was reeling not because of any embarrassment, hesitation or degradation. Although I was sure that was exactly how I was supposed to feel by having this man touch me, promising to stick his burgeoning cock inside of me.

I thought that I was destined to always feel disgusted by sex. Consensual or not. Sex was performative for me, always had been. I’d thought to feel different with Brett, ready to have that magical awakening I heard so many girls gushing over but it never came.

Having him on me was never enjoyable, just as how all those other men felt.

This, here in the present, with this dark stranger with a wicked tongue, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I was hungry for his touch, for what was coming. I was wet for him, sopping wet. A sensation I never had before often relied on lubricants to make the experience bearable.

I’d thought myself incapable but as his hands moved from my ankles, swiping up to disappear beneath my dress, my body writhed in anticipation. His fingers hooked into the sides of my lacey thong dragging it down my legs and off, he crumpled it into a ball, his eyes on mine as he stuffed it into his trouser pockets.

A challenging grin coupled with a single eyebrow raise came subsequent to him standing eerily still, watching over my body as if he were committing it to memory. I pressed my legs together, rubbing them against one another to quell the maddening state of want I was experiencing. A state I had not known could be this mind-numbing, forcing me to think of one goal.

I’d never wanted a man’s cock this much in my entire life, but his touch and gazes intensified a hidden need within me.

He growled, sucking in a breath, “Ready for me, princess?” he gripped both my thighs with his hands, moving it up until he reached the hem of my dress, shoving it up over my hips exposing my bare body to him. I gasped, pressing my legs together to provide myself with some modesty. Although I was fully aware that particular ship sailed.

His palms cupped my knees, drawing my legs apart and tugging me down towards him. My heels hooked on the edge of the table. “It seems you are.” I couldn’t be certain if he was referring to my clean-shaven skin or the fact that I was probably visibly dripping.

He lowered himself, dipping to trail his tongue along my inner thigh. I squirmed. Indigent murmurs spilt from my mouth. My pores raised with every stroke his tongue made, setting the path ablaze and rendering me a needy mess.

His hands held my legs apart and in place as I kept shifting, his tonguing travelling further upwards, my breath hitching. And then he found my centre. His tongue lapped at my juices in one full motion and then his tongue prodded at my entrance. An unusual sensation because of all the men that touched me, that took from me, not one had found themselves in such a position before me.

My hips rocked the heat of his breath adding to the exquisite feeling and soon after his tongue made circles around my clit. I cried out. Propelling upwards, propped on my elbows as I stared down, his eyes intent on me as he sucked and licked at my most sensitive area.

“You have any fucking idea how exquisite you are, princess?” he angled my legs higher, spreading me wider as he rose, and I had never felt this vulnerable before. My ass was almost hanging off the table and I could not imagine just how much of me was left a mystery.

None I reckon.

I squirmed, already feeling the loss of his tongue and I wanted more. I wanted to chase the high until I was given oblivion.

“Why don’t you tell me, daddy?” My voice was a husky, seductive challenge. A tone that had never been more genuine that I surprised even myself.

“What did you just call me?” his eyes visibly darkening. A feral growl burst from his chest as he propped my legs up along his cheek, fishing in his pockets, pulling out a foiled packet and placing it between his teeth as he unzipped his trousers and ripped the condom packet open. His movements become erratic.

“Daddy?” I repeat innocently my eyes momentarily catching sight of his bare cock in all its glory. It stood erect and forboding and for a brief second, I wondered if I would find it enjoyable for him to shove that inside of me. He was huge.

“Keep screaming that once I’m nice and snuff inside of you,” he instructed, setting to work on sheathing his engorged cock. I was enjoying how he seemed to be driven mad with lust for me, especially since I was shaking with this sheer need to be filled.

His eyes found mine again, this time he positioned himself at my entrance, the tip of his cock teasing and I found myself wiggling down, attempting to take him inside of me myself. He chuckled, “Say it,” he rose an eyebrow, taking hold of my legs, his hands pressing at the back of my calves as he pushed down, bending my legs back towards me.

As soon as I parted my lips, he was sliding in, “Da-d-dy,” I whispered shakily as my body stretched to accommodate him. “Yes, princess,” his breath shuddered too while he stared into my eyes. Watching my face contort from the boundless pleasure coursing through my blood.

“again,” he commanded gruffer, thrusting his hips deeper in me, testing my readiness along with my tastes.

“Faster daddy,” the words fall off my lips as a plea. His pace was maddeningly slow. Another chuckle, “ but you feel so damn good like this, princess.” He groaned and the sound riveted through me, sending my heart into a persistent dance. Moan after moan hung in the air. All I was concerned about was getting more. “Please,” I ground out, and his pace quickened, sending us both into overdrive.

My cries filled my ear as they became more and more incessant. Our voices melded into a symphony of pleasure and damnation. And fuck it felt amazing. My limbs were tightening and I was cresting. A feeling that had been so novel and yet somehow I knew just what was coming. And it was me.

I cried out as his final stroke plunged deeper than the preceding ones, my limbs turning into a pile of mush, my eyes glazed over, “Good girl, princess,” he encouraged, “ride that wave,” he was grunting and without realizing it, I shattered.

An overwhelming sensation of satiation pulsed in my loins and I could help but smile. So that was what sex was supposed to feel like.

He came two strokes later, groaning and he hung his head back.

I stared at him with some stars in my eyes. I didn’t feel used. Not at all. He drew pleasure from me and I drew from him. There was a reciprocity to having sex with this stranger that I had never felt before, and that made it difficult to keep my emotions neutral. I felt teary-eyed, for he could not possibly know what he just did.

Apart from affording school, I had a new appreciation, an awakening if you will, of sexual desire.