by Katie Allen
To her muzzy-headed surprise, Jamie didn’t attempt to undress her. His oversized hands made their way under hems and over the silky fabric. The barely there layers seemed to enhance the sensations caused by his touch, rather than detracting from them.
Straddling her hips, Jamie sat up and reached for the nightstand drawer. As he rolled on the condom, she watched with fascination as she absently ran her hands up and down his thick, well-muscled thighs.
“If you keep looking at me like that,” he warned, his words raspy, “I’m not going to last long.”
“That’s okay.” Her hand moved as if of its own volition to stroke his covered erection. “I won’t last long either.”
“Toph.” Her name came out as a drawn-out groan. He caught her wrist and pulled her fingers off of his cock. Raising her hand over her head, he pressed it into the pillow above her head. Her second hand joined it, and he switched so that only one of his hands was restraining both of hers.
Reaching with his free hand, he hooked a finger in the leg band of her panties and tugged the material to the side, baring her pussy. She squirmed, feeling uncomfortable at the exposure, but he didn’t waste any time before covering her body with his.
The head of his cock found her opening and started working its way into her. Topher caught her breath at the stretching sensation. Although he was taking his time, allowing her time to adjust after each advance, Jamie was huge and she was small. It didn’t hurt more than a pulling sting, but it was too much, too intense and big and scary. A flash of panic had her pulling her hands free and grabbing his arms.
“Wait!” she gasped. “Daddy, hold up for a second.”
Instantly, he stopped pushing into her. Propping himself on his elbows, he brushed her hair out of her face. “You okay? Am I hurting you?”
She immediately felt stupid for her fear. Of course he wasn’t hurting her. “I’m fine. You can keep going. Sorry.”
“Sure?” Despite her words, he didn’t move.
Already, her body was adjusting to his size. Giving her hips a tentative wiggle, Topher felt a shockwave—a very, very nice shockwave—ripple through her. “So sure. Really, truly, incredibly sure. So sure, in fact, that I might have to flip us both over and finish myself off if you keep sitting there like an unmoving lump.”
His eye narrowed. “A lump?”
Unable to hold back a giggle, she nodded. “A lump. A lump with a very big, very hard, very pretty penis, but still a lump.”
“I think—” finally, finally, he moved, driving his entire length inside of her “—that you’ve gotten pretty sassy, baby girl.”
Topher stopped giggling. Actually, she stopped breathing. He’d advanced so carefully before that final thrust that she hadn’t realized just how huge he actually was. It felt like his erection filled her entire body, hollowing her out with his steel-hard cock. Overwhelmed, she just stared at him and tried to breathe.
Although he’d released her wrists earlier, she moved her hands back to the pillow above her head. Taking advantage of her unusually passive state, he caught both of her legs behind the knee and pushed them toward her shoulders, folding her in half. In that position, he was able to shove an inch deeper, even though she didn’t think it was possible for him to penetrate her any farther.
She finally managed to suck in an unsteady breath as he withdrew, but that hard-won air was driven out of her as he slammed his cock home again. Doubled up as she was, each time their bodies connected, Jamie managed to smack against her clit. Breathing suddenly didn’t seem very important. All that mattered was the way he buried his iron erection deep inside her, bumping that nerve-rich nub of flesh as he did so.
Her fingers knotted together to keep herself from clutching at him. In her frantic brain, she knew she shouldn’t move her hands from the pillow, although she couldn’t remember why. She tried to shove her hips toward him, to meet his thrusts, but her folded body made it impossible. She was helpless, out of control, forced to take what he gave her, and it was amazing. Topher had never been so aroused in her life.
With his chest holding her legs in place, he lifted a hand to her mouth and pressed the tip of his index finger to her already parted lips. She sucked the digit in eagerly, her tongue rubbing the rough skin. As he withdrew it, she whimpered, wanting something—anything—of his in her mouth. Even with his cock filling her completely and then some, she still couldn’t get enough of him.
It was like he could read her mind. His now-slick finger moved to between her ass cheeks. Topher jumped at the cool, wet brush against her puckered hole and shivered, more from anticipation of what was coming next than from cold. He teased, circling her entrance with that blunt, damp fingertip and sending jolts of unexpected pleasure through her.
The almost-uncontrollable urge to beg him, to plead for Jamie to jam his finger into her ass, forced her to bite her lip to keep the pleading words from spilling. If he continued the teasing circles he was tracing, her entire body was going to combust into a roaring flame.
“Please,” she moaned, not able to take the light caress for a second longer. Forget her pride—she needed penetration more. “Daddy, please?”
“Please what?”
She was glad that his voice was rough. At least he wasn’t totally in control of his arousal as she squirmed, helpless and needy, on the bed. “Don’t tease.”
The maddening circles continued. Apparently, Jamie wasn’t going to make this easy on her. She attempted to arch toward him, to raise her hips and do the work herself, but he pressed his cock deeper inside her, subduing her effortlessly.
“Tell me what you want, baby girl,” he ordered, petting her rear opening much too lightly.
Tell him? Actually say the words requesting that he do this really dirty thing to her? Topher had managed to ask in the vaguest way before, but there was no way she could give him specific directions like she was telling him how to reach Stanton Street and Vine in Los Angeles. Stubbornly, she clamped her molars together and refused to ask.
Instead of becoming angry, he looked amused and touched his mouth to hers, just back-and-forth brushes until her lips softened. As she relaxed and opened to him, he deepened the kiss, taking over her mouth in his usual take-charge fashion. As their tongues met, he began to move, removing his cock incredibly slowly until just the head was still lodged inside her.
Topher made a sound of protest. Just seconds earlier, she’d felt too full, stretched and panicky, but now she felt hollow and empty without the bulk of his erection inside of her. Her folded position made it impossible to wrap her legs around his hips and urge him to reenter her pussy, and she wriggled in protest of her helplessness. Her movements accomplished nothing. With a smirk, Jamie effortlessly held her in position with just the weight of his body.
“Daddy.” She pushed against his restraining weight as she tried to shove her hips toward him. Having his cock barely lodged inside her was driving her crazy.
“Ask.” Dipping his head, he scraped his teeth over a tendon in the side of her neck. The motion lowered his chest, pushing her legs closer to her body. Her hamstrings complained, but the burn in her muscles oddly drove her need higher. If she hadn’t been so frantic for Jamie, she would’ve laughed. He was turning her into a freaky little puppy, but she couldn’t say she wasn’t loving every second.
“Fine.” She tried to sound annoyed, but the word came out as more of a moan. “Please, Daddy, put your finger in me.”
“In you where?” His husky voice had disintegrated into a growl.
There was no use fighting it. If he didn’t shove himself back inside her soon, Topher was pretty sure she was going to die. Could someone die of cock deprivation? “In my ass.”
The hand that had been teasing her rear entrance smacked her butt cheek sharply. “Is that a word little girls should use?”
She jolted, star
tled by the sting and even more by the way the spank made her melt. “But you told me to say it, Daddy!”
“Try again.” His fingers explored her thighs, making her unsure of whether to expect a light pinch or a stroke. She could feel and hear her heart beating in her ears, so fast that it almost became a steady drone rather than individual thumps.
“Uh...” The movements of his mouth and hands made it nearly impossible to think of synonyms. “Please, Daddy, put your finger in my...bottom?” As she stammered the substitute word, she felt herself flush with embarrassment. Her tentative tone and childish term made her sound so young to her own ears.
When he gave her a wolfish half-grin and rocked his pelvis forward, however, all her concerns about sounding like a child disappeared. Her entire being was concentrated on Jamie and how he filled her. Once he’d buried his erection inside her pussy, he fulfilled her request and worked the tip of his finger into her other hole.
“Oh!” All her muscles tensed, making Jamie groan as she clamped around his cock. Even though she knew it was just his fingertip, it still felt huge sliding into her ass. “Wait, Daddy!”
“Shh.” The wicked burn in his eye made the normally soothing sound a mockery. “You’ll be fine. Just relax, baby girl.”
Relax? There was no way she could relax with a cock the size of a sledgehammer wedged in her pussy and a finger that felt almost as large worming its way into her virgin asshole. As Jamie worked the rear intruder impossibly deeper, she made a sound that was part whine and part moan.
Although there was no relaxing happening, there was definitely pleasure. Her feelings of fullness and discomfort and embarrassment melded together to create lust—an intense, overwhelming need that she’d never experienced before.
“Please.” She had no idea what she was begging for, whether it was more or less in her pussy or her ass. All she knew is that she wanted something from Jamie.
With a low groan, he slid both his cock and his finger out of her, making her give another one of her squeaky groans. Just as Topher thought he was going to leave her body completely, he reversed directions and slammed his cock back into her. A second finger joined the first in her back channel, feeling enormous.
Her eyes widened as she attempted to twist her lower body out of reach of his freakishly huge fingers. It was a futile attempt, though, since he had her pinned by his cock like a butterfly to a board, not to mention his brick wall of a body was holding her down.
“Daddy, no.” She wiggled even though she knew she wasn’t going anywhere. “Your fingers are too big. It hurts.” Despite Jamie’s moratorium on pouting, she felt her lower lip begin to slide out. She didn’t have much faith that her whining was going to get her anywhere, but he immediately pulled both his erection and his fingers from her body.
Instead of it being a relief, his retreat made her lip protrude farther.
“Why’d you stop?” she couldn’t help but ask, even as she flushed with embarrassment at how she’d just completely contradicted her last statement.
“You need a safe word,” he said, making her blink at him in surprise. “Something that isn’t ‘no’ or ‘stop’ or ‘don’t.’”
“Oh.” After considering it for a moment, she nodded. “You’re totally right. I want to be able to whine and complain and have you stick things in me anyway. I pick...uh, spaghetti.”
His laugh sounded choked. “Spaghetti?”
“Spaghetti.”
“Done.” Although he still looked amused, his tone was brisk, almost businesslike. “Unless you say ‘Spaghetti,’ I’m going to continue doing whatever I want to you.”
His words made the air catch in the back of her throat. “Okay.” When he continued to hover above her, his eye locked hotly with hers, she squirmed. “You can start sticking things in me again.”
This time, his laugh was more of a groan. To Topher’s relief, his hips surged forward and down, driving into her pussy. It was still an almost unbearably tight fit, but she started to crave it, that pulling, aching fullness.
The knowledge that she had to say her safe word before he would stop was liberating. She started to squirm, just a little at first, and then more and more until she was wriggling like a banked fish. Her efforts didn’t seem to make any impression on Jamie, who allowed his weight to press harder on her folded legs as he began thrusting.
“Daddy, stop,” she demanded, secure in the knowledge that he wouldn’t listen unless she started talking about pasta products. “Your thing is too big. It’s hurting me. Daddy!”
“What did I tell you about whining, little girl?” Even though he sounded a little ragged, Jamie kept the bossy tone that she loved so much. Her pussy tightened around him, clutching at his pistoning cock, and dragging a ragged groan from deep in his chest.
“No whining—ohh.” Topher’s moan of pleasure interrupted her answer when he rubbed against a particularly lovely spot deep inside of her, “No whining or I’ll get a...mmm.”
“You’ll get a what?” His commanding tone was still in place, but this time he also sounded a little amused.
“A sp—oh! Spanking!” she finally managed to answer, despite the growing pressure inside her. Each time he drove his cock into her, her pleasure wrapped tighter, her muscles clenching and her fingers working on the pillow. It was almost frightening, this unfamiliar buildup, since Topher knew that when she exploded...it was going to be big. Huge. Monumental.
“Exactly,” he said, although she didn’t think he was talking about the intensity of her upcoming orgasm. That was all she could think about, though, so the sharp smack to her exposed butt cheek took her by surprise. Her inner muscles must have clamped around his erection, since he gave a groan before slapping her other bottom cheek.
“Daddy!” she squealed, trying to twist out of reach. Like before when she’d attempted to escape, it didn’t work that well. Her bottom cheeks were in prime spanking position, and he didn’t let her squirm away from his punishing hand. Ignoring her protest and her wiggles, he dropped a flurry of smacks onto her vulnerable ass. “Stop, Daddy! It hurts!”
Instead of stopping, his spanking hand fell harder, until her rear cheeks burned with heat and she was sure her bottom matched her face, bright red from embarrassment and lust. Strangely, the warmth that spread from her abused posterior fed her need for Jamie, especially since he kept his cock buried in her pussy while he slapped her ass with his hand.
“Naughty girl,” he rasped, landing another spank. He began to alternate—a slap to her ass and then a thrust, making her burn on both the inside and out. A wail fought its way out of her chest as her climax overtook her.
Jamie’s strokes lost their rhythmic evenness, dissolving into a hard, slamming flurry that pushed her folded body higher on the bed. She barely noticed his roughness, though, since she was floating down from her orgasmic high. Jamming himself in as deep as he could go, he froze, his body arching as he came.
“Daddy...” Instead of being whiny or teasing or contrary, Topher’s tone was blissful.
In response, he gave a grunt, more and more weight lowering onto her. Before she could be completely mashed into the mattress, he pushed himself up enough to lower her legs. Topher was glad he’d taken responsibility for the task of straightening out her body, since she was as limp as a rag doll and didn’t think she could’ve moved any of her parts under her own steam.
Turning to his side, Jamie slid his hand across her sweaty belly and latched his fingers around her hip so he could roll her against him. Topher drifted in a happy, post-sex haze, enjoying his heat and the caress of his fingers along the length of her side. Eventually, though, his nearness was too tempting. With her face so close to his hairy chest, she couldn’t resist giving one of his nipples a quick lick.
“Baby girl...” His voice held equal parts warning and sleepiness.
She giggle
d. “If you don’t want me tasting you, then you shouldn’t look so edible.”
Lifting the hand he still had circling her hip, he shifted and brought his palm down on her still-burning ass.
“Ow!” She moved her hand to her abused cheek in a too-late gesture of defense. “Daddy!”
“If you don’t want me spanking you, then you shouldn’t act so spank-able.”
Still rubbing her abused posterior, she gave him her best pout. Leaning forward, he nipped her protruding bottom lip hard enough to make her squeak and press her thighs together as desire surged through her once again.
“Or bite-able?” she mocked, although she was unable to hold back a smile. Jamie was the epitome of bite-able-ness, so she knew she’d get her revenge sooner than later.
His rough tone changed from warning to heat. “Very bite-able.”
Before she could say anything else, his mouth came down on hers, cutting off any possible comeback. Topher didn’t mind being silenced—not at all. In fact, she dove into the kiss with all the enthusiasm she felt, finally getting to run her hands over his impressively muscled back. That little bit of control made her want more of it. Battling his tongue with hers, she tried to roll them both over so that she was on top.
It was like she was trying to move a boulder. Jamie kept control of the kiss and their position without any obvious effort. After struggling to take the upper hand, Topher pulled back and made a frustrated sound.
“Daddy.” It wasn’t a semi-whine or a potential-whine. This was a full-out, nails-on-the-chalkboard whine. “I want to be on top!”
“You’re not in charge, little girl.” He sat up and bodily turned her over onto her stomach. Her butt flinched in anticipation of another spanking, but the expected blows didn’t fall. “I will give you what you need, and you will take it—without whining.”
After that, it was difficult to hold her pout when Topher was so incredibly turned on by Jamie’s bossiness. Lifting her hips off the mattress, he manually moved her legs, one at a time, until she was on her knees and her chest, with her head turned to the side so her cheek rested flat against the bottom sheet.
