Such a Naughty Girl (Hot Creeps #2)

Chapter Six

CHAPTER SIX

EMMETT

The damned dog is a traitor.

A chill stole over me as I draggedmyselffrom the bed, scowling at thedogwho lay cosied up to the young woman fast asleep on my couch.

I flicked the light switch. Nothing happened. No power yet.

Guess the waif would be staying.

A sliver ofexcitementshot through me at the idea. What else would she offer me during her visit? Beneath theexcitement, a layer of guilt simmered, a tiny flicker. Enough for me to push it back down and ignore it.

I got the burner going to stave off thecoldwhich crept into the cabin while I slept, before trudging down to thecoldstore and grabbing a pack of bacon.Chunkabandoned the girl at the first whiff of pork, clambering down from thecouchand bumping into my legs.

‘Too late, you little fiend. Can’t go abandoning me and only coming back when there’s food on the go. You’ll getkibbletoday.’

‘Do I get breakfast?’Izzy said through a yawn, sitting up on thecouchand rubbing at her eyes.

‘I’m sureChunkwill share hiskibblewith you. I’ll put an extra portion in his bowl. Might have to chomp with the way he scoffs it.’ I used a match to light the gas stove in place of the electric starter spark.

‘You’re not going to feed me?’

‘You’re lucky I gave you my couch. I don’t know you, don’t owe you anything.’ I kept reminding myself of that, too. I didn’t owe her anything. I’d given enough in my old life. Had enough taken from me.

‘So what will it take to get me a share of bacon?’Izzy stood and approached me, her fingers toying with the hem of her hoodie, my pants legs gathered at her feet in great rumpled heaps. They hung around her waist, massive on her.

‘What are you offering?’I said, swallowing as a far more depraved hunger overcame me.

‘I… don’t know. I’ve never done any of this stuff. I don’t want to havesexwith you, though.’

I ignored the sting her words brought. Of course, she didn’t want to havesexwithsomeoneold enough to be her father.

‘Are you trying to tell me you’re in college and still a virgin?’Her face reddened and I couldn’t help but chuckle. ‘Pretty thing like you. I’d have thoughtsomeonewould have been happy to give you a dicking.’

‘Are you always so crass? It doesn’t surprise me at all that you’re alone.’ I wanted to lick her pink fucking cheeks. To see if her embarrassment would delight my tongue.

‘I might bealone, but I’ve got thebacon, Princess.’

‘So tell me what you want for it.’

‘Pull your pants down and bend over the counter.’

‘I don’t want you to have sex with me.’She glanced at thecounterbeforelooking back at me.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll leave your cunt empty.’

‘And my… butt.’

‘Get over thecounterbeforethebacongets burnt. Or don’t, I might let you lick the fat from my fingers like Chunk likes to do.’

Izzy turned away from me and dropped herpantsto the floor. The swathes of thighskinalmost undid me.

I reached over and skimmed my fingertips over her softskin. She buried her face in her arms.

‘Spread them,’I demanded, kicking her heels apart, the greypantstightening as she splayed them.

Her white panties wedged in the crack of her ass, outlining it perfectly. I followed the hem with onefinger, moving the bacon off the heat with my other hand. Years had passed since I last had a woman at my mercy, and despite the restrictions, I wanted to take my time with her.

When I grazed afingerover the cleft between her thighs, Izzy subtly arched her back, presenting herself.

‘For a little virgin, you sure enjoy being touched.’

‘No, I don’t.’ Her face pressed into her arms, muffling her words.

‘I bet I can make you come all over my fingers.’

‘Justplaywith your disgusting penis and get it over with. I’m hungry.’

I laughed. ‘Talk to your Daddy with that sassy little mouth do you?’

She didn’t have time to respond before Ipressedmy groinagainstherass, letting her feel my hardeningdickrightbetween theasscheeks. Fuck, she turned me on with barely a touch. What was going on ?

‘I’m going to press my cockrighthere andplaywith your pretty cunt until you orgasm all over mydick. After, I’m going to coat yourasswith my cum. Do you understand?’

‘Yes,’ she said.

‘Yes, Sir ,’ I grunted, pulling down my trousers and grinding hard against her.

‘Yes,Sir,’she mumbled. The words didn't fit. No, I wanted to make her sweat.

‘Not, Sir. Daddy. Call me, Daddy.’

‘You’re sogross,’she said, her whole body jerking as I reached around her and circled her clit through her underpants.

‘So gross, yet you’re growing wet beneath my fingers, you little slut.’

‘No, I’m not.’

With a quick movement, I thrust myfingersdown into her panties,slidingthem along her slit and gathering up the moisture there.

‘You’re a liar as well as aslut,’I said, gripping her hair with my other hand andslidingthewetfingersover her lips before shoving them roughly into her mouth. Her gagging made my cock throb. ‘Wetas a fucking fish.’

Her chest quaked against the counter as she cried.

‘Oh, Princess, don’t worry. It’s perfectly normal to enjoy your cunt being tickled. LetDaddymake you feel good.’

‘You’re not my Daddy,’ she whimpered.

‘I will be. While you’re in my cabin, it’s just me and you. The rest of the world is gone. And if you’re a very pleasing girl,Daddywill look after you.’

I pressedmyselfbackagainsther, the heat from her wet pussy making my dick so hard it pained me. Returning my fingers, I circled her clit relentlessly, losingmyselfin the sweet little gasps Izzy gave.

I thrustagainsther holes, hating the layer of material between us. I wanted nothing more than to forcemyselfinside of her while she came. Hopefully discovering pleasure would make her eager enough to beg for it. Before desperation drove me to take it.

‘There’s a girl. You're pressing back for more. You say you don’t want to be fucked, but you moan like a horny bitch, anyway. Do Daddy’sfingersfeel good? Do you want to come for me?’

Izzy’sfingersgripped the edge of the counter, whitening as she tried to ignore my words. There was no hiding the way her body reacted, though. Her thighs trembled, and her panting increased. She turned her head to the side and her mouth gaped. So close.

‘Beg forDaddyto make you come, Princess. Or I’llstop.’

She bit on her lower lip and shook her head.

‘No? In that case, I’llstoptouching you and finish myself off.’

‘Please!’Hesitation marred her plea, her face blooming red. ‘Pleasedon’tstop.’

‘Say it,’ I growled.

‘Please make me come on your fingers… Daddy.’

The word set off a series of fireworks in my head, unlocking something deep and dirty down in my stomach.

‘Come for Daddy, Izzy,’ I growled, twisting my fingers against her swollen clit.