Such a Naughty Girl (Hot Creeps #2)

Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

IZZY

Revulsion filled every single part of my half-frozen body. Being made to touch a gross older man wasn't the way I’d imagined handling my first penis.

No . It would be sweet. With a guy who adored me, and had Daddy’s blessing. Instead of being surrounded by soft music and even softer kisses, the cold made me tremble. My fingers gripped around his rigid member.

It was harder to avert my eyes than I'd imagined. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of staring. I tried to keep a level of disdained boredom on my face, despite the anger that kept peeking through.

Under the anger lay far more interest than I wanted to have. His cock heated my fingers, knocking the cold right out of them. Beneath the velvety soft skin, a throbbing lay, like life pulsated from within him and reached out to me.

His penis filled my hand more than I expected, my fingers struggling to close all the way around. The man was gargantuan. From his wet, black boots up to his tree trunk wide thighs, to where he towered above me, his plate-sized hands gripping the doorframe.

God, he was a mammoth of a man. All thick muscle and towering stature. Next to him I felt like a pixie. His hands were like great gnarled branches, his knuckles knotted. A far cry from the smooth, soft skin of the few guys I’d actually held hands with. Everything about him screamed manly , dangerous, forbidden .

I paled to insignificance next to his epic size.

And I realised how vulnerable that made me.

He could decide my hands weren’t enough and pin me down to take whatever else he wanted. My virginity. My life.

A tiny sob escaped as I added my second hand to my rough jerking at his cock. Partially to steal the warmth, and partially to try to make him finish quicker. I wanted it over so I could get inside.

I wanted Daddy to turn up and save me. He’d always been there to save me. At college he’d only ever been a phone call away.

Another sob ripped from me.

Daddy would be so disappointed if he ever found out I’d touched a man. He taught me better.

But I needed a place to ride out the storm. What other option did I have? As soon as I could, I’d call Daddy and pretend it was all a fever dream. No one ever had to know .

The man let out a groan, looking down at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. Almost like hunger inflicted him. It made me squirm against my shoes.

‘Quicker, and focus at the top. That’s it. Damn.’ His deep voice sent alien rumbles ricocheting through me.

I followed his instructions, needing it to be over. With the door open the cabin would be as cold as the outdoors if he didn’t finish soon.

‘Please hurry,’ I whispered.

‘You want my cum, dirty girl?’He groaned.

‘No. I just want my coffee.’I scowled up at him, but he didn’t care.

I watched in fascination as his gigantic balls tightened beneath the beastly penis, his moans lengthening when I worked both hands up and over the head of his penis. It grew slick beneath my fingers, and I tried not to think too hard about what the cum was going to be like.

I’d heard enough friends talking about sex in high school to know the stuff existed, but from all reports, it was vile stuff. Unfortunately, that’s about as in-depth as they got. So I awaited the end of my task with a morbid curiosity.

I didn’t have to wait long.

‘Don’t stop,’ he moaned through gritted teeth.

A warm clench filled my stomach as I continued stroking, desperation driving my hands to a faster pace.

‘Fuck,’he cried, slamming his hand against the doorframe, making me squeal.

Ropes of hot white ejected from the tip of his penis, coating my face.

‘Oh god,’I sobbed, disgust making me retch. ‘It got on me.’

It didn’t stop. More spurted from him, covering my fingers and my coat, dripping from my chin.

Hot tears etched their way down my cheeks, mixing with the cum and leaving warm trails in their wake.

‘Fuck me,’he said, his voice trembling. ‘Such a naughty girl.’

Anger bubbled up in my chest as he stood aside, tucking his penis back into his jeans and tipped his head toward the cabin.

‘In you come, then. The kettle’ll be ready. Washroom’s through to the left. Unless you want to wear my cum for a little longer.’

‘Fuck you,’I whispered, pushing past him.

The first time I’d ever cussed out loud.

It felt good.