And slowly, biting her lip, she nodded.
“Well you can ask if you’re so curious,” I said casually. “Because the answer is that I’m not fucking anyone currently. I could be, I could have a couple girlfriends, a couple mistresses housed all over the city, but I don’t. Most nights,” I said shrugging, “I come home and sleep alone. If you need proof, you’re welcome to check up on me if you like.”
And that startled the brunette again. Like me, it had never occurred to her that there was tit for tat, that she could wander to my side of the house for a jaunt. I nodded, eyes gleaming.
“Come over sometime,” I invited, holding my hands out. “Come and see what’s going on in the east wing of the estate.”
And there was silence for a moment as the girl considered.
“Okay, maybe I will,” she considered, her body language relaxing a bit. “Just when I saw the blonde with you, the way she was hanging onto you, I figured …”
“I know what you figured,” I rumbled. “But don’t jump to conclusions, don’t believe everything you see. A man of power, everyone wants to think they have a piece of me, be associated with me.”
And Daisy bit her lip again while thinking, relaxing a bit so that she was sitting Indian-style on her bed.
“But Tristan, that still doesn’t explain why you’re here,” she said softly. “Like I said, you could have called.”
And I was ready this time.
“I could have,” I agreed, nodding, “but I wanted to make sure you were okay. You weren’t drinking virgin cocktails were you?”
And the brunette began to protest before thinking better of it. Slowly, she shook her head.
“No, they weren’t virgin,” she acknowledged softly. “They had alcohol in them.”
I frowned momentarily.
“How much did you have?” I growled. “Let me smell your breath.”
And she squealed.
“Mr. Marks I had barely any and besides, I already brushed my teeth,” she giggled. “No way you’re going to be able to tell how many drinks I had from sniffing my breath.”
I mock-frowned at her then.
“Try me,” I growled leaning in close. Oh god, I almost died right there, I was so close to Daisy’s luscious curves, her boobs and cunt shielded only by the thinnest of cotton, her hotness so close, so tantalizing.
But I wanted closer still and so I leaned forward without touching her until our faces were only inches apart, big brown eyes gazing wide-eyed into mine.
“Breathe baby,” I rumbled. “Let Mr. Marks get a whiff.”
And she smiled a little before slowly inhaling and letting out a sweet exhale my way. It was all peppermint, the clean scent of toothpaste, everything minty, delicious and naughty mixed in together. And slowly, I leaned forward until our lips touched, the soft rosebud pressed against mine.
“Baby,” I murmured against her pout, “Open for me.”
And Daisy did then, parting that pink plushness so that I could plunder the inside of her mouth. She was so hot, so willing, so warm and wet that I almost erupted right then, tasting the inside of her sweet kiss. I took everything I was feeling, how much I adored her luscious curves, how much I loved that sassy personality, and put it all into the kiss, pulling her closer, a big hand under her chin, tilting her head so that I could get in deeper, pouring my heart out into our connection.
And the little brunette seemed to enjoy it, nestling against me, pressing her lush curves against my chest, almost sitting in my lap as we locked lips, her arms linking around my back to stroke my hard muscles, my arousal evident in the tension.
“Oh Tristan,” she sighed into my mouth. “You taste wonderful.”
And that sent me over the edge, animal instincts on fire, body hard, raging with lust. But this was a nubile, innocent eighteen year-old and I had to treat her differently, show respect for her inexperience, induct her gradually into the ways of men and women.
“Baby,” I rumbled into her mouth. “Tell me … are you a virgin?”
And here, Daisy broke off the kiss, leaning back in my lap to look deeply into my eyes, biting her lips before nodding slowly.
“Yes Mr. Marks, I am,” she murmured, looking up shyly through her lashes. “So go slow, okay?”
And I groaned deep in my chest, pulling her close, gathering those soft curves near. I almost spurted when her chest pressed against me, those big boobies so luscious, her twat so close I could feel the steamy heat against my groin. But I had to take care, show how much I valued her.
“Honey,” I ground out. “I’m going to take your virginity but not tonight okay? Too much has happened tonight, I’m going to save it for another time.”
“Another time?” she asked, puzzled, chewing on her lip again. “When?”
And I chuckled. The little girl was eager, ready, but I wanted to prolong the excitement, get to know her body, pet it a little, play with it before burying myself deep. So I breathed into her mouth again.
“Remember when I said you could visit me?” I rumbled against her lips. “Well you can come to Daddy’s wing whenever you like. But tonight’s special. I’m just going to play with you a bit, maybe even come in you, but I’m not going to break that little hymen.”
And here the girl’s breath caught quickly.
“You can come in me without breaking my hymen?” she breathed, scandalized. “I didn’t know that was possible.”
And I chuckled, growled low in my throat.
“That’s because you’ve been playing with boys,” I ground out. “A real man is able to control himself. It means that I’m going to push inside you baby, but just the tip, just to get a little taste of that sweet snatch. Does that sound good to you? Does that sound like something you’d like to try?”
And the little girl hesitated, biting her lip again.
“Will it hurt Mr. Marks?” she murmured softly, looking deeply into my eyes. “I heard it hurts, will it?”
And I almost erupted again, her naiveté so sweet, so alluring.
“No baby, not tonight. When I break your hymen, push in all the way, it might sting just a little, but tonight it won’t. Tonight I’m just going to make you feel good, give a little twat an appetizer.”
And the girl let out a small sigh, smiling softly.
“Okay, I’m just afraid of the pain,” she confessed softly. “You understand, don’t you? Because everyone says it hurts.” By now, she was all the way in my lap, flush against me, our faces merely inches apart as we conversed. I squeezed her ass reassuringly.
“Of course I get it honey, but I’m not going to make you hurt tonight, in fact, I promise I won’t hurt you ever, okay Daisy? Little girl you’re going to love it.”
And with that, it was on. It took all my control not to rip off those panties and bury myself to the hilt in her in one fast fuck, but I made myself hold back, to show restraint. Slowly, I lifted the girl out of my lap and lay her on the bed like a treasured jewel.
“Lie back baby,” I assured, dropping a soft kiss on the tip of her mouth. “Mr. Marks wants to see first. Pull your panties to the side.”
And the little girl smiled up at me coyly before slipping a hand down to the crotch of the white cotton.
“Like this?” she asked innocently, pulling aside the soft fabric, hooking the cotton around her finger so that her pussy was revealed, pink lips so beautiful, so lush and puffy that my dick jerked and pulsed, the tip leaking wetly.
“Just like that,” I rumbled, kneeling above her. Slowly, oh so slowly, so as not to startle her, I reached down and pulled my cock out, the massive length bared to her startled eyes under the moonlight. She inhaled deeply, gasping.
“Oh my god, is that going in me?” she squeaked, slightly panicked. “Will it fit?”
And I knew why she was nervous. My dick at full staff is ten inches, ten inches of pure glory, veined, huge, monstrous even, the root as wide as her wrist, a thing of power, fury, and pure pleasure. Even for the initiated it can be
a tough sell and for the uninitiated, the virgins of the world? Oh yeah, it was a tight fit, to put it euphemistically.
But I merely gave the brunette another reassuring kiss, capturing her mouth in mine.
“Not tonight honey, I’m not going to go all the way tonight. I’m just going to put it in a little bit, it won’t hurt at all,” I promised.
And Daisy kissed me back, twisting her hips slightly so that her legs fell open even wider, that pink, nubile snatch open, labia gleaming, glossy and so plush.
“Try it then Mr. Marks,” she breathed. “Put it in.”
The invitation was a clear go but I didn’t take her up on it right away. Instead, dick in hand, I rubbed that fat member up against that wet slit, letting her pussy sample cock for the first time, the hardness of a man teasing her wet spot.
“Mmm,” she mewled, tossing her head on the pillow. “Mmm, mmm!” she cried, spreading her legs wider. God, she was so wild, so exciting that I had to pinch the tip of my cock to keep from erupting.
“Baby, Daddy’s going to circle your button, have you played with yourself before?” I rumbled, my abs hard as I leaned over her.
And her eyes flew open.
“I have played with myself,” she confessed, “multiple times. And Mr. Marks, I think of you when I do,” she added sweetly.
That shot me over the edge, I was fucking hard as a hammer then.
“What do you fantasize about specifically?” I growled, still tracing the head of my dick up and down her pussy lips. “Tell me.” The helmet was now so wet with a mix of my pre-cum and her cream that it glistened in the moonlight, bulging, aroused.
Here, Daisy flushed naughtily. “Oh all sorts of things,” she colored. “Lots of stuff.” I wanted to press her for more, my curiosity piqued at what a virgin could possibly fantasize about, but I couldn’t wait. Instead, I took my cockhead in hand and rubbed it around her clit, tracing it in circles around her throbbing nub, rubbing my glans against her base, teasing the virgin.
“Oohhhh,” she moaned, tossing her head. “Oh yes!”
And I growled, continuing my ministrations. I slid my dick down to her hole, catching some of her cream on my glans before trailing back up to her clit, massaging it again with my penis, caressing it with my shaft.
“Oh oh oh!” she squealed, loving every second, twisting and shifting her hips. And the girl was so hungry that with a swift jerk of her pelvis, she caught the head of my fuckpole in her, just a half inch slid into that hot vag.
“Mmm!” she squealed. And I couldn’t resist anymore. Bracing myself above her on my elbows, chest hard, face tense, trying hard not to lose control, I sank into her soft snatch another inch.
Breathing like a madman, I looked down at Daisy.
“Feel good, baby girl?” I ground out, slashes of heat across my cheekbones. And the brunette merely twisted against me, nipples brushing across mine, her soft, sweet snatch wet, willing, so tight around my cock it took all of my self-control not to plunge deeper, to envelop myself in her heat.
“Oh yes, Mr. Marks,” she murmured. “Feels good, keep going.”
And I growled then, slowly oh so slowly pressing my hips forward so that my cock slid forward another inch, careful to stop when I came up against an elastic barrier.
“You feel that baby?” I panted into her ear. “You feel that? That’s Mr. Marks touching your virginity.” And the girl merely inhaled deeply, pressing her big boobs against me, nips pointy and rock hard against my chest.
“Let go then, Tristan,” she breathed. “Let go in me, splash me with your cum.”
And that was all it took. My balls swelled, high and tight already, the orgasm rushing from deep inside my base to come pouring out the tip, hot seed flowing into her channel, giving that sweet kitty its first taste of male cum. Jet after jet of virile white erupted into her, my dick pulsing ecstatically from the excitement.
“FUUUCK!” I roared, “Fuck fuck fuck!” I grunted, neck straining, chest hard even as my cock jerked and snapped, hot jism flowing like lava. And the naughtiness of what we were doing, the wrongness of it all, made Daisy come too. Her little pussy twitched and spasmed, clamping down so furiously on my dick I thought it might break, shivers running through her body as her hands clasped my back, clawing at the hard muscles, moaning and writhing beneath me.
“Daddy!” she gasped into my mouth. “Oh oh oh!”
And it was more than enough to make me come again, copious streams of hot jizz pulsing, spraying her hymen, flooding her little twat with everything I had. It was so fucking good my brain positively sizzled, my spine ramrod straight as I panted and heaved, body shaking out of control, desperately trying to show some modicum of restraint given that I’d just experienced the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.
And after it was all over, our breathing calmer, the mewls and sighs abating, my mind caved. I lowered myself until I was next to her on that narrow twin bed, hulking shoulders released of tension, huge frame drenched in sweat, wrung out and spent.
Daisy giggled, murmuring against my throat.
“Daddy, that was fun,” she said, her voice muffled, curvaceous body plastered against mine once more. “What’s next?”
And I grunted, more a moan than a real laugh.
“Little girl, we still have a long ways to go,” I growled, running my hand up and down her back. The brunette’s tank top was still on but her breasts had fallen out of the low vee and I caressed one now, squeezing the heft, playing slightly with her nip, teasing, rolling the pink nub with my big fingers.
Daisy caught her breath, inhaling hotly.
“Ohhh! When are we going to play next?” she breathed into my ear, tracing the tip with her tongue. “What are we going to play next?” It was so fucking good that I was ready to start again, right there.
But I merely slapped the little girl on the butt again before hoisting myself up.
“Tomorrow,” I promised darkly, looking deep into her eyes. “Mr. Marks is going to take care of you again tomorrow.”
And my ward giggled, looking up at me, expression open, trusting, the tip of her tongue niggling against her lips.
“Promise?” she said sweetly, leaning up for another kiss. “Do you promise?”
And I kissed her then, infusing it with everything I couldn’t say aloud, the illicitness of our relationship, the wrongness, the taboo aspect that was off-limits yet so tantalizing.
“I promise,” I breathed into her mouth. And I was making a promise … but of what exactly? My body? My mind, my heart? I had a feeling that my promises went much further than that, that somehow I was playing a far more dangerous game.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Daisy
Last night had been wild. Beyond wild. I’d come home and thrown myself in bed, miserable after the night out. Because Tristan had been at the Carlyle with another woman, a woman who was supermodel beautiful, tall and slim compared to my curvy, female form. And the way the blonde had been hanging off him made my heart curdle, bile rising in my throat.
Because who was that chick? I shouldn’t have felt jealous, it’s wrong because it’s not like I have any rights to Tristan. Sure, I’d shown him my pussy once, we’d traded some hot glances but that didn’t exactly equate to a relationship.
So I scolded myself. What the fuck was wrong with me? The alpha male was my guardian, I shouldn’t be having these crazy jealous feelings. But deep inside, I acknowledged that I wanted him. Yes, I wanted Tristan, I wanted him to pet me and caress me, take me out on a date, let the world know that I was his woman, that I owned him, that we owned each other, a couple for real.
But my subconscious could hardly stop laughing at the dreams whirling in my head. And how the hell would that happen? I scolded myself. You’re his ward, your mom put you under his care when you were a baby. And here you are dreaming about a relationship with your guardian? Because what? You’ve shown him your pussy, he’s breathed a few nice words to you and now you want a relationship? My face fl
ushed, ashamed.
But unfortunately it was true, and after the unexpected encounter with Tristan at the Carlyle, I’d stumbled into the night air, face hot, gasping for air. When had the tables turned? When had my little crush become something more, something with a life of its own? When had this become more than a game?
So I’d thrown myself into bed miserable, tossing and turning in the sheets before falling into a restless sleep, dreaming of him, dreaming of being with Tristan, sleeping in his big bed day in and day out, living life out loud, afraid of nothing. And my dreams had been so vivid, so intense that when I opened my eyes, I wasn’t surprised to see Tristan there, his looming, dark form making the room seem small.
“Mr. Marks,” I murmured sleepily, unsure if I was a dream. “Is that you?”
And what happened next blew me away. I’d been ready to give it up, sure, but I needed answers first. And when I confronted him about the blonde, he acknowledged the bitch and said it was “just business.” My spidey sense tingled. Just business? That six foot hooker didn’t look vanilla Ann Taylor at all, she looked like she’d get the nuclear codes and have no trouble pressing launch with a long, red fingernail.
But I gave in, trusting Tristan, believing him because I desperately wanted it to be true. I wanted to believe that the blonde was nothing to him, that the alpha male was genuinely interested in knowing me, his eighteen year-old ward.
So I let him come in me, let my little pussy get breached for the first time. It was exciting, heady and amazing, his cock pushing into my tight channel, stretching me so that I was so full I could hardly believe he was only a few inches in.
But Tristan took care and didn’t go in all the way, he released, spraying my insides, letting me feel that hot cum without pushing to the hilt, without breaking my internal barrier, my last barrier still unbroken.
And I’d sighed with ecstasy, coming hard on his dick, little pussy milking him although he was only a little way in, clamping, clenching, gasping, panting and crying as Tristan took me and made me into a woman. I’d never expected anything like this, other girls had informed me of the pain, the discomfort, the blood, that sex was more mechanical than anything. They’d never told me that I’d soar into heaven, a man’s big body on me, making sure I screamed and cried out, cunt on fire, even if we didn’t go all the way.
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