10 - William.

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"Once I lick this, angel, I'm the only one who licks it." I pin her knees open wide. "Is that understood?" "Yes, sir," she whimpers. My groan is loud enough to wake the dead. I'm called sir all day long by my staff and yet when Grace does it, I almost come in my pants, my mouth latching eagerly onto her p***y, sucking her smooth flesh, inhaling the pure femininity until I can taste her in the back of my throat. I don't make her wait for that first stroke of my tongue up the split of her s*x, stopping at her clit and applying pressure, pressure, before teasing it in quick rubs. "Oh!" Her thighs jerk, trying to close around my head, but I keep them open. I keep them wide. Because I'm not leaving an inch untouched. This is a claiming. "Al-Al-William. What is...oh, please, please. Keep going." Like I could remove my tongue from this paradise? My c**k wants in. It throbs so hard, I'm f*****g dizzy, humping the couch cushions like an animal in heat. I remove my hand from where it has been keeping her legs pinned open, circling her entrance with my ring and middle finger. Collecting our combined moisture and using it to push those digits into her virgin hole, my hips pumping faster, nastier, when her tight s*x makes a squelching sound. "Wet and ready little thing," I growl in between licks of her clit, my fingers plunging in and out of her, ignoring the tight resistance. Stretching her as much as possible so she can take me. And she will take me. Not possessing Grace now, tonight, would turn me into a madman. Need to have it. Need to have her. "Didn't even know your cunt could be licked, did you, angel? Now you're begging for it, rocking all over my tongue. Horny and tight. Goddamn." Is it my dirty speech that has her quivering on my tongue, her breath catching above me? Her fingers sink into my hair and pull, punctuated sobs leaving her mouth. "William. I think, I think..." She doesn't need to tell me she's right there, about to break. Her body is communicating the message just fine. Hips twisting, fingers desperate, her hole clenching around my fingers. And then her back arches wildly, a shocked cry ricocheting around the library, sweetness flooding my tongue, coating my fingers. Her orgasm is the best thing I've ever tasted in my life and I lap at the source hungrily, my balls dangerously close to losing their contents. So much that I reach down and unzip with a shaking hand to give my erection breathing room. That urgency from my body is what has me climbing on top of Grace, already taking my c**k out and rubbing it through the valley of her p***y, seed burbling from my tip and dripping onto her, making me crazy to get the rest of it deep, deep within her. As close to her womb as I can. "I'm going to come inside you," I rasp against her whining mouth, taking her in an aggressive kiss that she eagerly returns, her legs locking around my waist. "I'm going to f**k you raw, little girl. I can't stop it from happening. You did this to me." This time, she kisses me—and my heart vibrates in my chest, beating for the first time in fifteen years. For the first time since I decided being alone was safer. But I don't feel alone when she strokes my face and gives me her tongue, her p***y wet and willing beneath me like an offering. Desperate, humbled, I take it. Working my swollen c**k into her opening an inch at a time, staring into her green eyes as it happens. As I become the man who f***s her. Who keeps her. "You make me feel so much. Too much," I confess raggedly, finally giving in to the beastly hunger and pumping deep within her channel, groaning as she constricts around me, her sobs filling my ears. "Shhh, angel. It takes a little pain from you for Daddy to feel so goddamn good. I wish it didn't have to be this way. Just stay still and it'll stop hurting soon, baby. My angel. I promise." Jesus, I don't recognize my own voice. Or the words coming out of my mouth. Daddy? Who the hell is he? I don't know, but as soon as I utter that title, her cunt wraps around me and squeezes, her breath catching in her throat. "Daddy," she whispers, lifting her hips restlessly. "Want to get my Daddy off." My growl rattles the windowpanes—and I'm done waiting for fulfillment. She's asking for it with her milking little p***y and the way she recites back the education I gave her. Teacher f***s student now. I'm battering her with my hips, the plunge to the back of her cunt a new experience every time. She moans beneath me, her t**s shaking from the force of my thrusts, her eyes glazed over, our skin growing slick with sweat. She's the most incredible thing I've ever seen or touched and I wrap her around me, burying my face in her neck, grunting wildly, needing more, more, more of her. Licking her face, her shoulders, anywhere I can get my tongue on, to claim her as mine. "Did you like Daddy licking your tight blonde p***y, baby?" I reach down and stroke that little bead of flesh, finding it swollen from being sawed on by my wet c**k. When I start to jiggle it, exploiting her sensitivity with the pad of my thumb, her mouth forms an O, her cunt quickening up around me, getting ready for another climax. "I'll eat it day and night, just take my c**k like a good girl afterwards." "You're..." Her fingernails sink into my shoulders, sending a pleasurable sting straight to my balls. "You're so big inside me. So hard." "Only for you, little girl. You made it like this," I grit out, the lowest part of my back rippling ominously, my balls drawing up, up...and then... "Fuuuuck." I throw her legs up over my shoulders and bear down, driving into her without mercy, grinding into her tight, clenching hole, letting her innocent muscles work the come out of me, drawing it into her own body where it belongs. "Take it deep, baby. Baby, please. So f*****g tight. Jesus Christ." I hear Grace scream, feel the flood of moisture around my pumping d**k, and I know she's having another orgasm. That knowledge heightens my own enjoyment, makes my hips jerk and spasm, my teeth gritted to deal with the pleasure/pain. On some level, I know I'm being too rough with her fragile body, but I can't stop. Can't stop until every single drop is inside of her, some of it escaping to roll down her thighs and mine. Until I finally drop down on top of her, letting her legs fall to my sides, vacant of tension for the first time in so long, I'm staggered by the change. It's not just my body that enters this state of total oblivion, but my heart. And in that moment, I know I'll never, ever let her go.
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