His Little Runaway by Emily Tilton Page B

seemed to go on forever.
    “You got daddy wet, honey,” Wes said in mock reproach. Now he didn’t spend any time soothing her pussy, because his need had become simply too great. He stood up, unbuttoning his flannel shirt. He stripped off his jeans, so that his cock sprang free right in front of Ashley’s face where she sat in the tub.
    She gave a little moaning gasp. “Oh, daddy,” she whispered. “It’s too big. Isn’t it? It won’t fit inside me!”
    “Shh,” Wes said, holding the hard length of his manhood in his right hand and pumping it gently as he looked at his naked little girl in her bubble bath. “It will hurt a little, but you’ll get used to it. You’re going to have it inside you every day from now on. Open your mouth.”
    “Oh, no. Please. Please, daddy. I don’t think… I mean, I’m not ready?”
    “Daddy will be gentle, honey, but he needs to be in your pretty mouth right now. Open up for him, so he can make himself feel good the way a daddy likes to do.”
    Ashley’s eyes seemed to glow in response to the dominant tone Wes had instilled in his voice. “Please, daddy,” she whispered. “Please don’t spank me again.”
    Wes fought to keep the smile off his face so that the paternal sternness could stay there, turning both of them on. “If you don’t want another spanking, Ashley, you need to open those lips right now, and stick out your tongue. You promised to respect my wishes, and I don’t think I’ve ever wished for anything as much as I want to teach you to suck my cock, right now. I won’t make you swallow today, but I’m going to claim your face with my semen. I need to come so that when I fuck your pussy for the first time I can be as gentle as I want to be.”
    Ashley’s forehead developed a deep crease and her eyes opened very wide, as if she couldn’t believe how turned on the threat of a spanking had made her, now that Wes had begun to take her in hand sexually as well as for disciplinary purposes. We’re going to have so much fun, crossing this line over and over, little girl , he thought as he watched her jaw slowly drop and her sweet pink tongue even more slowly extend over her lower lip.
    “That’s it,” he murmured stepping forward, still holding his cock. “Good girl. Good girl. Here you go.” He laid the head on her tongue, loving the way it looked and the way it felt to make eighteen-year-old Ashley Lewis suck a penis for the first time. He put his hands gently around the back of her head.
    “Daddy’s going to fuck your face a little now, honey,” he said, and began to move in and out only a few inches. “The next time you do this, I’ll teach you how to move your head to make me feel good.”
    God, it was hard to be gentle: Wes wanted to thrust in deep, make his little girl gag, and shoot his seed into her sweet tummy. But he contented himself with the shallow motion, just loving the way Ashley looked up at him, as if in wonder that she had become such a big girl today.
    Close to coming, he pulled out. “Hold it in your hands, honey,” he said. “Rub it the way you saw me do, and just kiss the top to show how important daddy’s cock is to you. Keep your eyes on daddy’s penis so you can learn to give it pleasure.”
    Giggling a little now, as if at the almost over-the-top dirty talk, she put her hands, wet and soapy from the tub, on the hard length of him, already moist from her mouth. She kissed very sweetly, and kept her eyes obediently lowered. She rubbed, a little clumsily, but Wes couldn’t suppress a grunt of pleasure.
    “Put one hand under my balls, honey, and just hold them gently. That makes daddy feel very good. That’s it. So nice.”
    Very close now, he moved her left hand away from his cock and pumped his erection himself. Ashley looked up again, seeming a little startled.
    “Close your eyes and your mouth, honey,” Wes said as gently as he could. “Daddy is going to give you your first facial.”
    Her eyes went even wider,