Best of 2017

by Alexa Riley

  My mouth descends upon hers and she kisses me desperately, hungrily. Her lips mould to mine and she pulls me closer, her body arching off the bed to fit into the contours of mine. We kiss deeply, roughly. It's rushed, it's needy, it's so fucking sweet.

  "Show me I'm yours," Cara whispers. "Make love to me, Mason."

  "I don't know how," I tell her roughly.

  "You do," she coos, guiding my hands to pull her dress off her body. She's naked underneath. "You do know, Mason. Just... show me. Show me how beautiful it can be."

  I don't make love. I only know how to fuck. But damn it if this girl doesn't make me want to learn to be better.

  I wrap an arm around her waist, pushing her up on the bed and climbing on top of her. She's moaning already, her hurt knuckles smearing red all over the pristine white sheets. Neither of us cares.

  "One last thing," she reminds me.

  "One last thing," I promise.

  She smiles then, pretty and seductive and ready to be broken. God, I can't wait to do it. To finally have her in pieces again, at my mercy. To watch her put herself back together in my arms. To see that look of pure bliss on her pretty little face.

  It's different this time. And I'll be damned if this isn't love.

  She gets up on all fours and I stand in front of the bed as she crawls closer. She unzips my trousers, gets my cock out. I'll never get tired of the marvel in her eyes at its size. The way her lips wrap perfectly around the tip. The way she tries so desperately to fit my whole shaft inside her tiny mouth, choking every time.

  "Make it wet," I tell her. "Really fucking wet, Cara, or it's just going to hurt even more."

  She looks up at me, her eyes wide and trusting. I groan at the sight of those baby blues. So pure and so damn perfect. She swirls her tongue against the tip of my cock, sucking me deeper, working my cock so good I have to brace myself on her shoulders. The urge to fuck her face takes over, and I start thrusting into her mouth.

  My hand tangles in her hair and I make her look up at me as I slide my cock between her lips.

  "Good girl," I praise her softly. "Such a good girl. Open wider, baby."

  She does, and I get lost in the moment, her mouth feels so good against my sensitive skin. I barely notice her choking, trying to take a deep breath and instead having her mouth filled with my cock all the way inside.

  My eyes must be glazed over as hell as I finally pull out from between her lips, long strings of her spit connecting my cock to her mouth. I groan, and something primal takes over me.

  I grab her waist and flip her around. Push her head down on the bed, her begging and low moans only making me want her more. She sticks her ass up in the air, wiggling that pretty bubble butt at me and begging me to fucking take it.

  So I do.

  I press a finger to her virgin asshole first, and she squirms under my touch. Her puckered little hole is insanely tight and it feels so dirty to be doing this, so wrong to be taking advantage of her, it almost makes me stop.

  "Please, Sir," she says, her voice muffled from the way she's biting into the duvet. "Please let me show you what a good little anal slut I can be."

  "Fuck." The word rolls off my lips just as my finger slips inside her. Cara mewls and grinds her hips against my hand, sweet gasps leaving her pouty mouth.

  "I... Oh my god," she keeps saying over and over again, interrupted by little moans and deep breaths. Her body's arching, not sure if it wants to get away or impale itself harder on my cock.

  I pull my finger out. I'm so fucking horny I can barely see five inches in front of myself. I place my wet, slippery cock on her ass and try to explain to her she needs to relax or it'll hurt like hell.

  But she doesn't listen. Cara never does.

  She moans and with a push of her hips, she impales her virgin asshole on my cock, cursing out loud and making me grip her ass tightly as I claim her last hole.

  I've already had her mouth, I've already had her pussy. Her ass is mine now, too.

  "You shouldn't have done that, Cara," I tell her roughly, but she's so far gone she can only moan, beg and moan as she keeps perfectly still, the tip of my cock inside her sweet ass. "I'm not gonna be able to stop now, sweetheart."

  "Don't," she chokes out. "Don't fucking stop, please."

  I groan and shift my hips a little, my cock penetrating her more and more. She's gasping, just gasping for air like she's taking her last breath. And it's too much. I can't stop, I really can't now.

  I brace my hands against her ass and I push deeper inside her. All the way.

  She's sobbing. Deep, heavy sobs shaking her body as she begs for more.

  "Please, Sir," she whispers. "More, please. Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop. Deeper. I want more."

  She's making me go fucking insane, but I obey, for once listening to her. I start fucking her ass and she cries out, my name always on her lips, my cock buried inside her ass.

  Cara starts grinding her hips, long sensual moans escaping her hips as I fuck her slowly, sensually. I've never had sex like this before. It's always angry, fast, hard. This is completely new. And yet she still submits, her sweet body bending to my will.

  She puts her hands behind her back, and I grab her wrists with one hand while the other gathers her hair and pulls on it, hard. She begs for more.

  "You're gonna cum for me," I order her, the words alone sending her into a frenzy. "You're going to fucking cum with my cock inside that tight little ass, sweetheart."

  "Please," she breathes. "Don't stop. Don't fucking stop."

  I push deeper and shiver. She's shaking, just like me. It's almost too much. Almost there. Almost at her delicious breaking point. I keep fucking her. Rougher. Harder. Faster, like she begs me to.

  I hit a spot inside her then, something that makes her go wild. She comes suddenly, with a loud fucking scream tearing through the room. She pants and bucks her hips like a wild animal. I can't even control her, and I can't control my own orgasm as it rips through my body.

  I empty my balls inside her ass, with Cara grinding it all over my groin, smearing my cum everywhere. She's moaning loudly, and it makes me wish I could treasure this moment forever.

  With that, I remember the cameras scattered through the room, and I grin to myself. Sweet, barely legal Cara Newton coming on Daddy's friend's cock deep inside her asshole. What a fucking sight. And now captured on film for my pleasure.

  I lean over to her as my cock leaks the last drop of cum inside her tight ass.

  "Thank you, sweetheart," I whisper in hear ear. "You were the perfect little slut."

  She pants as I get on the bed with her, pulling her on top of me and settling her against my chest. She nuzzles closer, her fingers running through the dark hair on my chest.

  My finger traces her spine, down her back and to her ass. My cum's dripping out of her tight little hole, and it bothers me. I get up from the bed.

  "Don't go," Cara begs me, and I grin at her.

  "Don't move."

  I walk to the chest in front of her bed and dig inside it. Once I find what I'm looking for, I tell her to close her eyes, and she does as she's told like a good girl.

  I walk back to her and put her on all fours again. She whimpers, needy for more. With a simple push, I plug her ass with a pretty jewel and she gasps so loudly she almost loses her voice.

  "Good girl," I mutter into the shell of her ear. "I want my cum to stay in your ass all night, sweetheart. Keep you full until I want you again."

  She looks up at me through hazy, adoring eyes, and I finally realize I'm fucked. This must be love.

  CHAPTER ONE

  CARA

  "DADDY!"

  I run to the staircase and glare down at my father. He glances up and his eyes light up when he sees me, but my expression is furious where his is loving. He motions to be excused from his conversation, and rushes up the stairs to talk to me.

  "What is it, darling?" he asks me, and I pout, crossing my arms in front of my body. My eye
s are shooting daggers at him and I have zero patience right now. My party started thirty minutes ago, and there's a missing sequin on my dress! I can't, and won't, walk down the stairs in a ruined dress. Everyone would make fun of me.

  "My dress is ruined," I announce to my father, and his expression darkens. "The beads on it... There are some missing, and it looks terrible. There's no way I can wear it."

  Daddy's face lights up with a smile and he kisses my forehead gently. "I'm so sorry, Cara. It happens. But daddy thought of everything. Come with me for a second?"

  I follow him doubtfully, my heels clicking on the floor. I don't care if I ruin the expensive wood. It's my eighteenth birthday, and I should be allowed to do anything I fucking want. Dad and I walk into the closet and he pulls out a huge cardboard box. I see an expensive brand name printed on the box, and my eyes light up excitedly as I pull it from my father's hands.

  "What's this?" I ask him. "Another present? Oh, you spoil me, daddy."

  "It's the dress you wanted," he tells me as I tear through the wrapping paper. "I know I shouldn't have, but... I knew how much you loved this one." I shriek once I get through the wrapping paper, and clutch the beautiful dress to my chest.

  "Daddy! It's so pretty," I exclaim, my eyes sparkling with happiness. I knew he'd get me the dress. When we went shopping a few weeks ago, he refused to get it for me because of the hefty price tag, but I sulked so much I knew I'd won him over. Now, I embrace him in a tight hug and he holds me close to his heart.

  However much of a spoiled brat I might be, I do love my father.

  I also know exactly how to play my cards to get him to give me what I want. And there's one present I want even more than this dress... And I'm sure I'm going to get it tonight.

  My eyes shine as we break apart and daddy gives me a happy smile. "I'll go change and be right down," I promise him. "Thank you again. I really love it."

  "I know you do, darling," dad says with a sigh, and I turn on my heels and rush towards my room to get changed into the dress I'd wanted all along.

  I put the dress on my beautiful four-poster bed, and quickly check my computer before I start taking my clothes off. And sure enough, I have a message from him...

  Happy birthday, cara mia. You're going to make every man's mouth water at that party. Have fun.

  I quickly type back a reply, my fingers shaking. We both know how important this birthday is. I've finally turned eighteen and if everything goes according to plan... tonight I'm going to get the most important gift of all.

  Thank you! I'll think of you the whole time. Let you know when I know more :) x

  I hit reply and turn back towards my bed with an exasperated smile. I strip off my clothes quickly until I'm only wearing nude, lacy lingerie, and then I pull the dress on. It's a pretty pink thing with a full, short skirt and a sweetheart neckline. Perfect for daddy's little girl, and I know I still look like his sweetheart in it.

  See, I played my cards just right.

  Of course, I prefer the other dress, the beaded one. It is sexy, tight and revealing whereas the pink one is sweet and understated. But I knew my father had to believe I was still his innocent baby, if I wanted to get the present I really wanted. And I think I managed to fool him.

  I check myself out in the mirror. My blue eyes are wide and rimmed with thick, dark lashes. My hair is falling down my back in pretty blonde curls, and my body looks tiny in the dress. I look younger than I am, but tonight, that's what I'm going for.

  I walk down the stairs and give a sign to our maid. She turns the lights down and everyone in the foyer gasps as I make my way downstairs. I know I look beautiful, and I grin with the pleasure of everyone's eyes on me as I finally arrive downstairs.

  People rush to greet me, and I feel my father's proud eyes on me as I mingle and chat with everyone who came here today to celebrate my eighteenth birthday.

  I play the good girl, declining the flute of champagne my father decided I could have today, and being as sweet and innocent as I can possibly manage. Several times throughout the evening, I catch daddy's approving eyes on mine and I beam with pride when I do. I know this night is important for him as well, with his new boss here and dad wanting to make an impression. If all goes according to plan, there's a big fat promotion for him too, as his boss loves seeing a family man in action.

  There's just the two of us now - daddy and me. Since mom passed away when I was only seven, he never remarried or even dated another woman, and I am grateful for that. I couldn't bear to see him with anyone else. I know how much he loved my mom, and so did I, even though her memory is fading daily.

  The evening passes quickly, and I'm the center of so much attention I can't stop smiling. Finally, my father clinks on his glass and we all turn to face him for the announcement he's about to make. My fingers shake and I dig them into the fabric of my dress when he speaks up.

  "Friends, family. Thank you for celebrating my dear Cara's eighteenth birthday with us," he says with a smile in my direction. "Cara is the light of my life, and she makes every battle, every fight, worth it. I love you, darling."

  I blink away the tears in my eyes and clap along with everyone else. I mouth the words 'I love you' to him and my dad smiles. But I am anxious... I need to know if I'm getting the gift I want so very badly.

  "Cara asked for one thing only," my father continues, and my heartbeat quickens. "She wants to go to Italy this summer, spend some time getting to know the Italian art and architecture before she starts studying Art History in the fall."

  Everyone claps again and I look down with feigned innocence, even though my heart is pounding so hard I'm sure I'm about to pass out.

  "So, of course I couldn't deny my darling's biggest wish," dad smiles, and I let my face break into a smile. It's really happening! He's going to do it, he's going to let me leave!

  "I've arranged for you, darling Cara, to stay with a good friend in Italy," he tells me proudly, and my smile freezes in place. "He's an artist himself, and he will make sure you're taken care of and don't get into any trouble. You're leaving for his estate in Tuscany in a week!"

  I just stare at him, unable to believe his words.

  Be careful what you wish for...

  I do my best to clap along with everyone else, but my heart is breaking. I didn't want this. I wanted to get away, not go from one prison to the next. And I can't hide my broken heart any longer.

  I break away from the crowd as soon as I can, and run out into our expansive gardens behind the house. I hide between the hydrangea bushes, my favorites, and pull out my phone. I quickly send a text, my fingers shaking as they hit the screen.

  I'm going to Italy. Some old guy's mansion, my dad's friend. He wants me to stay there all summer.

  I lean back against a tree trunk and wait for the reply, blinking back tears.

  I can't believe this is happening. I tried so hard to be able to go to Italy. To see him... Luca. The man I fell in love with... The man whose face I've never seen, but I've touched myself to his words too many times to count, made my tight virgin pussy cum over and over again. The man I'm falling in love with... The man I wanted to go to Italy for. And now it's all over, because dad's making me stay with that old friend of his and I'll have no freedom there, I'm sure. I'm going to be a pretty bird in a golden cage, just like I am here at home.

  My phone beeps with a reply and I look down through cloudy eyes.

  We'll find a way, cara mia. I need to see you.

  I type a reply.

  I'm crying.

  He pings back a moment later.

  Good, I like that.

  I blush and raise my phone in front of my face, snapping a quick picture and sending it to him. Next thing I know, my father approaches from behind the corner with a worried expression on his face.

  "Darling, you alright?" he asks me with concern, and I can tell he's really worried.

  "I guess," I say softly. "I just... I'm not sure I like the idea of staying with a friend of you
rs, dad."

  "It's okay," he nods. "I understand. I told Mason to go easy on you, darling. Don't worry, you'll still have some time for yourself."

  I sniffle and my phone pings, but I stuff it deeper into my purse so dad won't notice.

  "Do I know him?" I ask softly, and dad looks at me thoughtfully.

  "I'm not sure," he admits. "Last time he was here was two years ago. Not sure you remember him, dear, but he'll take good care of you."

  "And I'll have my privacy?" I ask.

  "Yes," dad nods. "He has a big estate. You'll have your own quarters, I made sure of it. It'll be grand, darling. The best way to be introduced to Italian art."

  "Alright," I say softly, and let him hold me.

  "Come on, let's head back inside. It's after midnight - you should get some rest."

  I don't even protest because I'm really tired, and I want to get back to my messages and Luca. I say goodbye to our guests moodily and head to my bedroom. The maid has made my bed and cleaned the room, but I toss the expensive dress on the floor nonetheless and climb between the sheets with a sigh.

  I pull out my phone and check my messages again. My eyes light up when I read Luca's.

  So pretty when you cry, cara mia. I'm going to break you so good.

  How good? I reply, needing to be comforted.

  To pieces.

  Put me back together, too?

  Yes. Only to break you again.

  I smile sleepily to myself as I write a last reply. Goodnight, Luca. I'll talk to you in the morning.

  I can barely keep my eyes open, but I'm glad I did once I get his reply.

  Sweet dreams, cara mia. And don't worry. When you come to Italy, I'm going to fucking steal you and make you my pretty toy.

  I fall into a fitful sleep, and my dreams are filled with Luca's faceless image.