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Killing Time	By : harley4joker Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 20359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Killing Time
- 1
It was the pyjamas that set him off.
Pink three-quarter length pants with a matching spaghetti-strap top, riding up to reveal a slit of pale tummy. Cute, especially with her hair tufted up into two pigtails, but that wasn’t really it.
It was the image printed on the top; the round blue character with the bright red hair, tiny little hands pressed up against her wide, smiling mouth, her name printed above her in bold black letters: Little Miss Giggles.
She caught him looking and gave him a funny half-smile, lashes lowered mischievously.
And the next thing he knew, she was pinned beneath him on the bed, her delighted squeal echoing in his ears.
“Little. Miss. Giggles,” he hissed into her face and she giggled and giggled as his long fingers snagged the hem of her top and pushed it up. “What gets you giggling, Giggler?”
She hooked her arms around his neck and smiled up at him adoringly: “You do, Puddin’.”
“In what manner of ways?” He pressed his face suddenly against her bare stomach and blew a raspberry on it and her body vibrated with her mirth, the peals of her giggling laughter music to his ears.
“Is it so easy to raise a giggle from you?” he queried her theatrically, “Are your giggles so freely given, whether to wit or mere frivolity?”
“I’m ticklish, Puddin’!” she protested, wiggling beneath him.
“Everywhere?” he leered and stroked playful fingertips along her side and danced them over her stomach so that she shivered and writhed, her eyes flashing with desire.
“Why don’t you find out?” she breathed back as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her pyjama bottoms.
He stroked them over her pubis for a few teasing moments, back and forth, dipping lower but not low enough and she moaned softly and thrust up. His free hand lifted to trace the outline of the giggling character on her pyjama top then lifted to wrench the top down, baring her soft breasts.
“Here?” he breathed hot against her neck then lowered his head to lick her nipples, pulling one into his mouth, dragging it softly between his teeth. She moaned louder and continued to rock her hips upwards, trying to coax his hand down.
“Anywhere you touch me, Daddy,” she whispered and his cock twitched at the sound of that word, need suddenly welling in him like laughter.
He pulled her pyjama bottoms down and she lifted her hips to help him. He kicked his own off as well, not wanting to drag all this distracting silliness out longer than was necessary.
She looked really cute with those pigtails all fluffed up around her face and he had to pause, remind himself that he was making it altogether too easy for her, that he was teaching her bad habits – that she might think that strutting around the bedroom wearing children’s pyjamas was going to distract him successfully every time. He’d just been in a particularly good mood with all his most pressing tasks accomplished, in a mind to relax and kick back, that was all, and she’d been less pestering than usual lately. And her round bottom had filled out those pink pyjamas so nicely –
“Does Little Miss Giggles know how to play Little Miss Naughty too?” he whispered playfully and her eyes danced with joy.
“I’m a good girl, Daddy,” she said innocently, her voice even higher than usual, her eyes round wide. It made him ache with lust, made him want to grab her by those silly pigtails and tear her apart, but instead he pulled his mouth down into an exaggerated pout.
“Aw, what a shame. Good girls wouldn’t want to play the game I have in mind. It’s only for naughty big girls. Guess we better stop,” his voice was darkly teasing and he made as if to get up only to have her squeal and grab him by the shoulders.
“No Daddy! I can be bad, I can be wicked!”
“Hrmmm, I dunno…” he quirked his mouth into a grimace of thought, even as he pressed one leg between hers, pushing his groin into her hip.
“I really can!” she insisted and it made him laugh for she was the very picture of innocence with those big baby blues and pouting pink lips.
“You’ll have to convince me,” he leered. “You’ll have to prove you’re big enough.”
“Mmm Daddy, please – “ she pleaded him, holding tight to his shoulders.
He grinned down at her. “Please what?”
“You know – ” she blushed, lashes lowered and his smile grew. He loved to watch the bashful struggle when his little girl was at her most childish, when she felt vulnerable and coy.
“What? Say it, baby,” he coaxed her and commanded her at once.
She bit her lip and shucked one shoulder up, lowering her gaze. “Please Daddy – please fuck me.”
He licked his lips, inclined his head and flickered his tongue playfully against her mouth. She moaned and thrust upwards and he lowered his hand finally between her legs, tracing long fingertips against her slit. The bare skin felt hot and soft and ready to be prised open and a very ordinary sort of desire made his cock swell against her thigh. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip.
“I love your cock, Daddy,” she breathed. Her cheeks all pink saying the naughty words. The words were nothing; it was the blush that drove him crazy.
“Why, baby?” He was just a little breathless.
“Because it’s yours. Because I love how it feels – “
“Where?”
“Inside me. I need you inside me. Please.”
“Why?”
“Because I love it. I love it when you use me.”
A frown flickered across his face, halting his lust. She threw her thigh over his hip and pushed forward, straining to rub her pussy against his cock.
“Is that all?” He let mild disappointment show through, but she didn’t falter, just arched her back as he traced her slit slowly down, then back up.
“I love it when you vent on me,” she moaned and he grinned a little. That was better.
“Because you’re mine?” He pushed his finger down, probing her slit open, enjoying the sudden slickness.
“All yours, Daddy.”
“You love it when I hurt you?”
“Oh yeah Daddy.”
He leaned closer, breath hot on her cheek. “When I make you bleed?”
She squeezed her eyes shut, thrust against him harder. “Mmmmm.”
His cock was throbbing now, fully erect and she finally managed to slide her wetness against the tip, making it twitch. He held his breath for a moment, then said softly
“When I make you cry?” His mind was filled with an image of her, tears running streaks through her face paint, lower lip wobbling as he spat some cruelty at her. Beneath him, her ardent, bare face with its half-shut eyes and parted lips added fuel to the fire and he rolled on top of her, pushing his cock teasingly against her opening, making her moan harder, thrust up, aching to have him inside her.
“Daddy I’m gonna come soon,” she pouted and the way she said that word Daddy, kept saying that word, made him shiver, made him feel weaker than he wanted to feel with the intensity of the urge to fuck her hard into the mattress. His consolation was her base need, rawer than his, all for him and pummelling her into ecstasy so quickly, so easily.
“Keep your eyes open, baby,” he purred, grinning down at her as she bit her lower lip and looked at him in desperation
“I want you inside me when I come,” she pleaded and whined in one voice.
Her legs around his waist now, ankles bearing down into the small of his back, urging him into her, hands on his waist. She moaned and purred and rocked her hips and her pussy teased his cock as much as he imagined its closeness tormented her.
“Good things come to those who wait, baby,” he managed through gritted teeth and she grinned at him wickedly, pushed up again as though she knew how close to the edge he was.
He grasped her wrists, pinned them down to the mattress. They both knew she could overpower him, but that wasn’t the point. She submitted as he lifted her arms up above her head, pushing back against his grip with just enough resistance to make it fun, but nowhere near enough to challenge him. She was smiling deliriously, her eyes glazed, her nipples peaked, her face smeared with bliss. He pinned her wrists down above her head with one hand, then lifted the other to her lip, stroked the fingertips over them before pushing them gently apart. She sucked obediently on his fingers while he grinned down at her, then moaned with lusty protest as he lowered his hand between her legs, nudged his cock against her opening and softly, tormentingly, stroked her clit beneath spit-wet fingers.
“No Daddy,” she moaned helplessly, her girlish voice thick with lust. “Daddy, I want you insi – oh!”
He felt her pulse against the head of his cock as orgasm flooded through her, savoured the tears that rolled down her cheeks with a soft grunt of his own, bent down to lick them away as her hips rocked and she cried out, throaty, unwilling and rapturous all at once, her pleasure dying away into a little cry of frustration. As she quivered, he raised his hand and brushed fingers softly over one nipple, and she shivered violently, a wave of gooseflesh springing up along her flesh.
Her eyes opened a crack, shining with tears and she looked up at him from a face soft with pleasure and need.
“Daddy,” she whispered plaintively and his cock throbbed and he relented, pushing into her with a raspy, delirious groan. She was so wet and hot, tiny little aftershocks causing her muscles to contract sporadically around him as he slid his length in and out of her, slow and hard. She made needy little grunts with each thrust and he began to pick up speed, feeling her open beneath him as he pumped, both hands once again pinning hers down, his teeth nipping cruel and gentle at her nipples.
She raised her hips up off the mattress and he felt his balls slap against her the deeper he went.
“Oh Daddy, fuck your little girl,” she moaned, all modesty fled and his eyes rolled back in his head and he went harder and deeper, the tight sheath of her muscles eliciting delirious waves of ecstasy with every thrust.
He released her hands, and lifted her legs to rest over his shoulders, her long, loose hamstrings allowing him to push her thighs flat against her torso, her ankles above her head. He raised one hand and spat on his fingers, then slid them down under her, rubbing at her back entrance, pushing gently in and she whimpered and convulsed as he teased that tight little hole. Through the gap between her thighs he could see there, on her breast bone, that carved letter J, a pink scar and heard himself grunt, his free hand fumbling beneath her leg to grasp at one pigtail, knotting his hand into it and tugging hard.
Her face contorted as she climaxed again, the whole tight length of her hugging his cock fiercely, her moans loud and delirious. Through his panting he managed to laugh a little, a gasping sound, and shook his head vigorously, sweat flying off his forehead. She was always so funny when she came, putting on a ridiculous display of eye rolling and convulsing, lusty screams pouring out one over the other. He loved it, yes he loved it. Hilarious and that made him hot.
She bucked into him for a long while and then her eyes snapped open, baby blues fixed intent on his, her face looking all soft and bleared, her lips wet. She licked them and blinked at him.
“I love you Daddy,” she whispered and he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled his fingers out of her, let go her hair, grasped both her hips with his hands and pounded her as hard as he could. Her whole body stiffened in response to the assault, then abruptly relaxed and she hooked her arms around his neck and gave into him, kneading her lower lip with her teeth, her eyelashes fluttering, breasts bouncing. Her submission was like a warm flood beneath him, and he relished the sensation.
On some level he knew it was all wrong, that he shouldn’t feel this need, this driving urge to consume her, to reach the final point of pleasure. He knew things were different to how they had been however long ago it had been and he knew there wasn’t any really good reason for this act of indulgence, other than indulgence and that this could very well give her the wrong idea about a great many things.
But right then he just didn’t care.
He was on the brink, the very edge, teetering for the little shove to tip him over when she opened her eyes again and gazed up at him in perfect adoration as one soft, sweet word left her lips: “Daddy.”
He was done. He snarled, slammed himself hard against her, his head jerking back and felt orgasm overwhelm him, bliss thundering through his body and consuming him in cruel waves of helpless ecstasy. His cock pumped, emptying him inside her and spots danced recklessly before his eyes so he shut them and let pleasure convulse his limbs. It was beautiful and awful and delicious and he shuddered and gripped her hips so hard he could swear he felt them give, gnawed on his lip and savoured the final few moments of bliss as it retreated in lessening shocks.
The object of his pleasure whimpered beneath him and he snapped his eyes open, pushing her legs away from his shoulders, his eyes burning into hers, her round little face slightly questioning but mostly satisfied. He wanted to smack the smugness from the curve of her mouth but instead let himself slump forward against her chest, cock still inside her, his wet forehead pressing into hers and she cooed, and licked at the sweat running his upper lip.
He didn’t stop her when she kissed him, even opened his mouth to hers though he was fast losing the taste for their entwined bodies, hot and sweaty, making him feel claustrophobic. His cock softened inside her and she squeezed down on it, her eyes opening through the kiss to twinkle at him. A flare of resistance burst in his chest and he abruptly sat back, pulling out of her, then spinning her quickly onto her stomach to swat her round bottom with one large white palm.
“Bad, bad, bad,” he scolded. “You’re a rotten little liar, Miss Giggles. Rotten to the core, you are.”
She giggled and wriggled, twisting her neck to look up at him with an expression of false contrition, her wickedly sparkling eyes belying her remorse.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispered and his tired cock twitched. She wasn’t sorry at all.
He smacked her again, hard enough to leave the print of his hand like a red stain against her creamy skin, watching the pretty way her flesh wobbled and knew he’d lost this round.
“Bad,” he said again and sighed.
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