From Thug To Pornstar: I Reincarnated As Jonny Sins, So What!
Chapter 37: Take It easy Daddy

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Take It easy Daddy

"Ohhh, God..." she trembled. I pushed myself up a little, so I could see her eyes. "I... I want it. I want you to make love to me. I want you to take my virginity. I... I want your cock, Tom! I want it inside me, please!" It was the first time she’d ever called me by my first name, and I could tell she was unsure about it still.

"Tom is good," I smiled reassuringly, gently stroking my fingers through her soft, blonde hair. "Certainly better than ’Mr. H.’, given what we’re about to be doing tonight. But let me hear you try ’Daddy’, instead."

She smiled shyly, and even in the moonlight I could tell she was blushing again. "Yes, Daddy."

"Mmmm..." I purred to her, kissing her softly on the lips. "Very good, kitten. I like the sound of that, very much indeed!"

"Kitten?" she giggled against my kisses, stroking her hands up and down my back.

"I think it’s fitting. But I can pick something else, if you’d prefer."

"Ummm... I don’t know," she bit her lip. "Did you ever call Livy’s mom that? Or any of your other girlfriends?"

"No," I shook my head. "At least, not that I can recall. Vicki was mostly babe, or hun. And definitely not for any others. Kitten would be only for you."

"I like kitten, Daddy," she giggled again, squirming happily beneath me. "And I like it even more, knowing it’s only for me!"

"Always, kitten! Always, only for you!" I promised, and kissed her harder. I supported myself on one arm, my other hand reaching up to take hold of her breast, making her tremble and gasp.

She was so small, only an A-cup, but so perky and firm! I moved down the bed, kissing my way down her neck, her collarbone, her chest, moving back and forth across the exposed slopes of her breasts. I reached behind her, finally undoing her bra, tossing it aside. Her nipples were tiny little things, barely the size of pencil erasers, her areolas no larger than the width of my thumb.

I kissed slowly and gently, not wanting to rush, no matter how her heightened breathing was urging me on. She whimpered piteously as I finally allowed myself to take one fully into my mouth, both hands grasping at the back of my head, running through my hair and pulling me deeper.

I went back and forth, enjoying myself immensely, and determined to make sure she knew it. I knew girls with smaller breasts were often self-conscious about them, and especially given Charlie’s history of shyness and self-doubt, I wanted there to be no room whatsoever for her to question my enjoyment! I’d have stayed there forever... until she reached down between us, tentatively grabbing hold of me and starting to stroke, signalling her readiness for more.

Even so I didn’t move right away, giving her time to play and explore first, but as her stroking grew more intent I knew it was time. I sat back, easing my fingers into her panties at her hips, and drawing them slowly down her legs and away.

"Wow..." I smiled, echoing her previous reaction as I slowly shook my head, taking her in. She had the most beautiful little pussy lips, ever so slightly puffy and flushed a lovely shade of pink, with just a tiny little blonde landing strip above.

I normally wasn’t much of a fan of pubic hair, but hers was so tiny and trim, and the rest of her was so tiny as well, I think it would have made her look just a little too young, if she’d shaved it completely. I loved it! "You are incredible, kitten! Absolutely gorgeous!"

"You really mean that?" she asked insecurely, wrapping her arms around her slender little belly.

"There is not one single thing I would change about you, kitten!" I told her seriously, leaning back down on top of her to start kissing her again. "Not even one!"

"Not even my boobs?" she asked, glancing down at herself critically, chewing her lip. "You don’t have to lie, I know they’re too small. And I know Livy complains about how heavy hers are, but I’d give just about anything to have nice, big ones like hers! I want to get implants, when I can... but for now, I’m afraid this is all I’ve got."

"Don’t you dare!" I scowled my firm disagreement with that plan. "Yours are perfect, just the way they are! And while I’m at it, let me tell you a little secret about guys, and boobs," I told her. From that look in her eye, I knew this had to be addressed right away, before we went any further.

I eased myself off of her and onto my side, pulling her up to face me, resting her head on my arm as I stroked her hip. "The secret is, girls care way, way more about the size of their breasts than guys do!" She looked at me with such naked disbelief, I couldn’t help but laugh.

"It’s true, kitten, I swear! Even if we ignore personality, and loyalty, and all the other truly important stuff for the time being, and focus only on the breasts themselves. Girls obsess about size, because they think that’s what guys are obsessed about too—and granted, there is a tiny, tiny minority of men who really do think that bigger is always better no matter what. But for most guys, size is only one component.

We care about shape, and fullness, and position, and perkiness—and yes, also size. But for every guy who loves huge ones, there’s another who prefers tiny ones instead! Every guy prioritizes different things. Some guys will totally obsess over the size and shape of a girl’s nipples, or the colour of her areolas, or any other quality you could possibly think to name, plus a dozen more you’d never think of in a million years! But what a guy cares about more than absolutely anything else?" I paused, making her wait for it.

"Whether or not the girl will let the guy play with them, of course!" I tickled her side, making her squeal, until she playfully thumped me on my hip to make me stop, cuddling closer against my chest.

"And... what do you like?" she asked, nuzzling against my chest, unable to meet my eyes. "If every guy is different... what do you like, Daddy? The truth!" She was trying to play it casual, but I could tell how much the answer meant to her.

"I will always tell you the truth when you ask, kitten," I promised her, softly kissing her hair. "And the truth is, for me, I couldn’t care less about breast size. I greatly prefer natural to fake, but whether they’re big and heavy, or small and perky, I just like them full-feeling in my hand, with bonus points for firmness, as well. Ideally round, like yours, or sometimes a little bit cone shaped, too.

As for nipples, as long as they fit in my mouth and the girl likes having them sucked on, that’s good enough for me! And for other, non-breast-related things... I like skinny girls," I said, stroking her tiny, slim little waist with appreciation and approval. "I like tiny, firm little butts! I know that’s not very popular, nowadays, but anything bigger than my hand is a waste, as far as I’m concerned!" I moved my hand around, demonstrating there as well with a nice, tight squeeze that made her squeak like a cute little mouse.

"I like slender, shapely little thighs and calves. I like suckable little earlobes, soft, kissable lips, and adorable, cute little button noses. I like long, soft hair, whatever the colour, and big, beautiful eyes—blue, grey, or green are best. Most of all, I like you, kitten. I like you!"

"Oh, Daddy!" she cried clutching at my back, pressing herself tight into my chest as the tears started to flow. I held her, murmuring nothings and stroking her back, waiting for her to cry herself out. The tears faded, and she started nuzzling, then kissing. She made her way slowly up to my lips, and this time, when she rolled herself to her back and pulled me with her, she was ready.

I, unfortunately, was not. Unlike her, I wasn’t a teenager anymore, and there was an upper limit to how long I could maintain an erection without actually doing anything with it. More than that, seeing young girls crying makes me want to cuddle and protect them, not have sex with them. But a bit more kissing, and some more playing with her hands, and it didn’t take long to rectify the situation.

"Be gentle with me, okay, Daddy?" she asked, nervously biting her lip as she stared down at what to her must have seemed like an absolute monster of a cock, helping angle me down with her hands, notching me into place between her soft, welcoming lips. "Remember, you’re my first!"

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