Page 19 of Feral
I can feel her eyes on me, watching.
Waiting for the unveiling.
I take a deep breath hoping she won’t faint or run screaming out the door and wait for her to come forward to undress me. Her small hands deftly release my belt and I let my briefs and jeans fall to my ankles.
Well, in my case,ankle.
My breath hitches as her prolonged silence pierces the air around us.
Her eyes linger on my jutting erection, taking me in inch by inch and then her gaze falls to my injured leg, taking in the damage.
She’s still here.
Not screaming.
Not fainting.
But looking.
Maybe staring.
“I call it my phantom limb,” I offer, searching her face for traces of disgust. Revulsion.
Strangely, I find none.
“How can I help?” she whispers after the initial shock has worn off. “I mean, you’re okay to do it here, in the kitchen?”
I chuckle because I’ve been ready for her since the first moment I saw her.
“Baby girl, I’m good to go whenever you are.”
She smiles, alleviating some of my stress.
“I can see that. I like that I’m doing this to you. Does Daddy want to see my pussy?”
A loud laugh escapes me as I look into her eyes.
“Yes, princess. Daddy wants to see your pussy. Daddy also wants to eat your little pussy, fuck it, and then Daddy wants to shoot his load inside it,” I say, wondering how long I’m even going to last once I’m inside her.
“I want that too, Daddy. I’m clean. I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel all of you filling me up.”
Hallelujah!
“I’m on the pill, too.” Her cheeks blush and I can’t help but smile.
“I’m clean as a whistle, too. You can check for yourself, all my tests are in the top drawer in my office down the hall.”
“I believe you. Now, hold on to my shoulder, I will help you take this off.” She’s good with her hands and a minute later, my jeans are thrown to the side. “I love it when you get hard for me.”
“Right from the moment I laid my eyes on you, sweetheart,” I hiss, my breath growing heavier by the minute.
She offers me one of her wicked smiles as her hand caresses my arousal and I grow even harder under her touch.
Next thing I know, her tongue is darting out to lick her lower lip suggestively.
Then she looks at my leg again and I can almost see the questions forming in her mind.
“May I touch your leg? Would that be ok?”
