Page 39 of The Bet
That’s my cue. I slip a finger into her vag, gentle as possible, and instantly meet resistance—a tight band of muscle at the opening. She moans again, her head tossing on the pillow as I gently wiggle just the tip of my finger before pulling out. Then I do it again, her pussy juicing onto my hand, hot nectar filling my palm. Slowly, I push one, and then two fingers in until I reach it. The barrier. Her hymen is present, a thin membrane, untouched.
The realization hits me like a punch to the gut. Possession fills my veins, an indescribable thunder building in my brain. She really is a virgin. No man has been here before. Not even close.
I pull back, look up at her, and she’s watching me, desperate.
“Are you okay?” I say.
“Yes,” she says, and the way she says it leaves no room for doubt.
With that, I press my tongue to her clit and slide my fingers in again, slow and careful, stretching her gently. She cries out, a wordless wail, and then she’s shaking all over, hips bucking against my face.
I work her for a minute, slow and steady, curling my fingers inside, scissoring her open just a little.
“Daddy needs to stretch this pussy out,” I rasp while licking her clit. “You’re too small, baby, and if I don’t stretch you out first, you’ll be destroyed by my big cock.”
She lets out a whine, her hands gripping the sheets as her head tilts back with ecstasy. The heat of her vag is insane, and I feel her clit throb against my tongue.
“Yesss,” I croon. “You love being fingered, don’t you? You have a horny little pussy that can only be satisfied by Daddy, sweetheart. Isn’t that right? You need Daddy’s big dick to make this ache go away.”
With the dirty words, Andie comes with a scream, pussy clamping my hand like a vise. She bucks, wild and uncoordinated, writhing under me as her vaginal walls spasm hard, gasps filling the air.
“Oh god,” she wails. “Oh god, Thomas?—”
“That’s it,” I say, shaking my fingers in her horny cunt, voice rough. “Let go, baby. Let it happen.”
With a wail, a second orgasm strikes. This one is even bigger, a full-body quake that ends with her back arching up, her pussy clamping down hard once on my fingers, before dissolving into pleasurable tremors as she screams and cries out. Her big breasts shake, her hips twist, and then I feel something warm and wet splash against my palm, and when I look down, there’s a clear jet of fluid squirting from her hole. It’s a powerful stream, and immediately, I know what’s happening.
Andie’s a squirter. I feel absurdly proud, and without missing a beat, I lean down and begin licking her pussy through the squirts, trying to swallow as much as possible.
“Yes,” I moan. “Give Daddy your pussy fluid. Squirt like a hose, baby. Show me how much you like it.”
Andie bucks again, her pussy still sending arcs of fluid that splash against my cheeks, neck, and chest, but I don’t give a fuck. My baby is enjoying herself, and I love it. I continue to fingerfuck her, even while sucking and licking her clit, moaning my pleasure. But finally, she goes limp, eyes rolling back, chest rising and falling in huge, desperate breaths.
“Oh my god,” she gasps helplessly. “Oh god, oh god.”
I wipe my mouth, then lean over her, kissing her slow, letting her taste herself on my lips.
“You’re incredible,” I say. “But God can’t help you now.”
She stares at the ceiling, dazed, then looks at me, lips parted. “Hmmm? Is it always like that?”
I laugh. “Only with me.”
She’s still panting, but awareness continues to tremble through her ivory form.
I brush the golden locks from her face, kiss her cheek, and settle beside her on the bed.
“Rest a minute,” I say, and stroke her stomach, feeling the aftershocks ripple under my hand.
She turns her face to me, blue eyes glazed with pleasure. “You can do whatever you want to my body,” she murmurs, and it’s not a dare. It’s surrender. “I want you to, Daddy. Use my curves to make yourself feel good.”
I believe her. This innocent girl is a horny slut on the inside.
And I’m going to ruin her, one perfect inch at a time.
Andie’sstill limp from the aftershocks, her breath slow and ragged, when I ease myself up to the head of the bed. The lamp throws a soft, honey-colored pool across the silk sheets, catching the beads of sweat on her chest and the damp shimmer of her thighs. I watch her recover, every eyelash flicker, every slow return of color to her face. She looks ruined already, and absolutely beautiful, but I haven’t even started.
I strip my shirt, toss it somewhere, and crawl onto the bed above her. I’m not subtle about it—she can see the outline of my cock, already hard again and eager. Her eyes drop to it, and I catch the way her pupils widen, black eating up blue.
