by Opal Carew
Not that he wanted to think about her being with anyone besides him. Ever.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and glided it over her wet pussy, teasing her flesh. Swirling over her clit. She sucked in a breath, her eyes wide. He kept stroking her slick folds while he watched her face. Her green eyes wide. Her tongue gliding over her lips.
“You pussy is so beautiful. So warm and inviting.” He pressed his cockhead to it and eased forward a little.
She tensed and he drew out, then stroked her outer lips again.
“Relax, baby girl. I’m going to take it really slow. Okay?”
She nodded.
He pressed into her a little again, then drew back. Then he eased a little deeper.
Fuck, she was so tight around him.
“Push all the way in,” she urged.
He leaned in close and stroked her blonde hair back from her face, then kissed her, savoring the sweetness of her lips.
“No, my sweet.” His gaze captured hers, then they locked together. “I’m going to go slow and gentle. Just open for me and let it happen.”
He pressed a little deeper and felt a warm pool of wetness inside her. The slickness coated his tip and when he drew back, it dragged along her opening. He glided deeper still and she moaned softly. He drew back and glided inside again.
“Are you okay, baby girl?”
She nodded. “It’s tight. And it hurts a bit.” Her green eyes grew fierce. “But I want more.”
He kept filling her bit-by-bit. Moving deeper, then drawing back. Then deeper again.
In small increments.
She clung to his shoulders. Her eyes open and filled with need.
Finally, his cock was fully inside her. He held her close, loving the feel of her tight grip around him.
“Ah, fuck, baby. I love being all the way inside you like this.”
She tightened her muscles around him and he groaned.
He sucked in a breath, trying to calm himself.
“Does it still hurt?” he asked.
“Yes. A little. But I want to feel you moving inside me.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him tight to her, then murmured against his ear. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
CHAPTER 5
Goddamn!
Kent drew back, Christina’s tight pussy gripping him erotically. Then he glided forward again, slowly and gently, to her moan. He drew back again. And forward.
He watched her face as he continued to fill her, being as gentle as he could. Soon her tight expression eased and pleasure lit her features.
“Ohhhh…. Yessss…. That’s so good.”
The quivering need in her voice sent sparks flaring through him. He moved a little faster. Gliding in and out. Finding a rhythm that made her breath catch. Then he just kept thrusting. In and out. Watching the deep desire in her eyes build.
“Oh, yeah,” she whimpered.
As he continued to thrust in slow, sure strokes, she began to moan.
“I’m getting…” She sucked in a breath. “So close.” Her voice quivered with need.
“I’m going to make you come, my sweet. I want to see your face as you orgasm again.”
He kissed her gently, not missing a stroke.
“Will you come for me, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Ah, fuck.” He pulsed forward, his cock throbbing at her words.
He filled her deeply with smooth, sure strokes. Again and again. Watching her face glow as pleasure rippled across her features.
Then she moaned as an orgasm surged through her. She arched against him, then threw back her head and wailed loudly.
He kept pumping into her, holding back his own climax with steely determination. Her vagina pulsed in spasms around him and he lost it. He groaned as his cock erupted inside her, filling him with a jolt of pleasure so intensely overwhelming, he hung suspended in a soul-gripping instant of ecstasy that seemed to last forever.
Then the world shattered around him in a glittering flash.
He collapsed on her, panting. Her arms wrapped around him and she held him tight, her rapid breathing echoing his own.
Finally, he tried to roll away, worried he was crushing her, but she clung to him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and rolled onto his side, taking her with him. She rested her head against this chest, still catching her breath. He stroked her hair, loving her this close to him. Naked in his arms.
He wanted to say all kinds of things to her right now. To tell her how much it meant to him that she’d trusted him so deeply. That she’d let him be her first lover.
He was deeply moved by what they’d just shared. Being with her had been pure perfection.
But he held back. He’d just hold her right now, and let her speak first. When she was ready.
She nuzzled his chest and sighed softly. Then she gazed up at him, a solemn expression on her face.
“Thank you,” she said, with a depth of feeling that almost brought tears to his eyes.
Christina held on tight to Kent, resting her head against his broad, muscular chest, his heart beating against her ear. He was so solidly masculine. She felt protected in his arms.
He had been so tender with her. Patient and sweet.
The intensity of the whole experience was staggering. He’d filled her body with his thick, hard cock. So big, she’d been sure it wasn’t going to fit.
But it had.
And after the initial pain of being stretched around him… and with his slow and steady pace… he had brought her such incredible pleasure. She could hardly wait to experience it again.
He stroked her hair and she nuzzled his warm chest.
She’d called him Daddy, which was strange, and a little kinky. But it had so clearly turned him on. And she was shocked at how much it had affected her, too.
And when he’d called her baby girl… Oh, God, she’d gone up in flames.
He kissed the top of her head.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He drew away from her and stood up, but then scooped her into his arms and carried her through a door to a large bathroom with a huge glassed-in shower. He set her down in the shower and turned on the water, then drew her under the spray. She noticed the red-stained water swirling on the white tiled floor.
He picked up a bar of soap and rubbed it until his hands were foamy, then he smiled at her. As his gaze glided down her naked form, her nipples swelled, peaking to tight buds, and an ache started deep inside her. He ran his soapy hands over her shoulders and down her arms. She watched the water run down his muscular body, streaming down his cock and dripping off the end.
God, she wanted to touch it again. She still couldn’t believe her clumsy stroking had made him come so fast. She had done that for a couple of men in the past. Men she’d dated and thought she might take the big step with, but she’d backed off with each of them. She’d even done oral sex with one, wanting to try that. He’d coached her on how to touch him. How to get him off with her mouth.
As Kent’s hands moved over her ribs, grazing the bottoms of her breasts, she rested her hand on his chest and glided it downward. When she reached the base of his cock, she gazed up at him. He smiled as she slid her hand lower and wrapped around him.
He was thick but softer than when they were in bed. As she watched, he inflated in her hand, the flesh firming and expanding.
Then his soapy hands glided over her breasts and caressed them. Round and round. Her nipples aching they grew so tight. He leaned forward, his cock slipping from her grip and he cupped her intimate flesh. His fingers moved over her folds, stroking thoroughly. They even slipped inside her a little, reigniting the flame of desire.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him with her to a built in bench in the shower. She sat down, missing the warm flow of the water, but he pressed a button on an electronic control panel and a light mist sprayed from the walls.
She grabbed the bar of soap and rub
bed it, then grasped his cock again and stroked it with her slick hands. He groaned as she washed him thoroughly and lovingly.
Oh, God, he was so hard and thick now. The soap rinsed away totally and she pressed him to her lips. As she opened her mouth and took him inside, he groaned.
She squeezed around his bulbous cockhead, loving the feel of the hardness filling her mouth. She glided downward, taking his shaft as far as she could. The rest she stroked with her hand. She started to move on him. Forward and back.
He curled his hand in her wet hair and guided her, showing her the rhythm he liked. She followed him, enjoying his direction. Feeling deep inside that she would like him to take control.
After several more pulses, she drew back and slid off him, squeezing his base with her hand as she admired his generous-sized cock. Then she gazed up at him and playfully licked him from the ridge of his corona to the tip, like a giant lollipop.
“Do you like it when I suck your cock, Daddy?”
A titillating ripple of desire raced down her spine at the outrageous kinkiness of the question.
“Fuck, baby. You are my sweet little girl and I love that you want to please me.”
She glided her tongue down his shaft, then over the soft sacs of his balls. She nibbled gently with her lips, then drew one into her mouth. She suckled softly, loving his groan of pleasure.
“I’ll do anything you want me to, Daddy.”
“Ah, fuck, baby girl. Then stand up and turn around.”
She stood up and faced the wall. He pressed his hand on her back and guided her to lean forward until her hands rested on the bench.
“Open you legs for me. Wide.”
She opened, anticipation fluttering through her. His big fingers glided over her delicate folds and then one slid inside her. He stroked the inside of her passage and pleasure rippled through her. His other hand cupped her breast and he stroked it, then pinched the nipple.
“Oh, yes,” she cried.
A second finger surged inside her and she gasped in delight. They swirled, stimulating her sensitive canal, then he began to pulse them into her in short thrusts.
“Oh, please. I want your cock inside me.”
He wrapped his hand around her neck and drew her up, until his lips were brushing her temple. His fingers had slipped from inside her and she missed them.
“You want Daddy to fuck you?” he asked, his fingers curled firmly around her throat, holding her back against him.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Only a bad girl wants something like that. Are you a bad girl?”
She could barely breathe she was so excited by his words.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “A very bad girl.”
He pressed her back down, her ass in the air.
“Daddy punishes bad girls. Do you deserve to be punished?”
“Yes, Daddy. Punish me.”
His hand slapped across her bottom in a blow that smarted. Then he slapped again.
Two more slaps and her ass burned.
His hand glided over her hot flesh, soothing it. Then he slapped again.
“Oh, God, please,” she begged. “I need you to fuck me.”
He chuckled, then she felt his hard cockhead press against her slick flesh. He pushed forward and this time filled her in one smooth, steady stroke.
“Oh, Daddy, your cock is so thick and hard inside me.”
She could feel it throbbing.
He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her ear.
“And you, my dirty little girl, are so soft and warm around me.” His lips grazed along her neck, sending tingles dancing across her skin, then he stood up again.
He drew back, his cock caressing her passage. It almost pulled all the way out. As it hovered on the brink, her insides twitching with need, he smacked her ass again, to her yip of surprise, then he glided deep.
His hands cupped her breasts as he drew back, then surged deep again. He started a steady rhythm, filling her with slow even strokes.
Pleasure built inside her. Electrical pulses careening through her body. Driving her need higher and higher.
“You like your Daddy fucking you, baby girl? Filling you with his big, hard cock?”
As he thrust into her, his fingers toyed with her nipples, driving her wild.
“Oh, yes. Oh, please, Daddy. Make me come.”
He kept pumping into her as the delightful sensations built inside her. Then one hand abandoned her breast and slid along her stomach.
Then his fingers found her clit.
The sensation of him stroking her there made her feel faint with need.
“You like that, don’t you, my sweet?”
She just nodded, unable to utter a sound. Joyful sensations pounded through her with each thrust of his cock inside her. She felt the pleasure swell, rising higher and higher until…
She wailed as she catapulted over the edge, soaring to new heights of ecstasy. He kept pumping into her, driving her orgasm to a new level of euphoria.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me.”
His words were a gentle puff against her ear.
The pleasure kept pummeling her. Intense and spectacular.
He groaned and she felt him erupt inside her. Heat filled her and to her shock, she felt another orgasm blast through her. Her moans filled the room, echoing off the tiled walls.
Finally, she slumped forward. Kent’s arms were around her waist, supporting her.
He eased her upward, steadying her on her feet, then he turned her in his arms and kissed her.
Moments later, he had her out of the shower and dried her off with a big fluffy towel, his sure hands moving over her body, making her want him to take her all over again.
While she dried her hair, he slipped away. When she walked into the bedroom, he’d just finished changing the sheets. She was afraid he was going to send her away to sleep in her own room, but he took her in his arms and kissed her with such sweet tenderness, she thought she’d cry. Then he drew her into bed with him and cuddled her close.
She fell asleep in the warm comfort of his protective arms.
Christina woke up to see Kent’s handsome face on the pillow inches from her own. The duvet was draped carelessly to his waist, revealing his muscular arms and broad chest.
She wanted to run her hand along his square jaw, shadowed with dark, raspy whiskers. To kiss his full masculine lips as she snuggled against his hard body. Then to glide her hand downward to find his thick, hard cock and stroke it to life so they could repeat the delightful lovemaking they’d shared last night.
She had never imagined it would be like that. Not exactly.
When he’d taken her virginity, it had been so sweet and tender. In all her fantasies he’d been like that with her.
But she’d never imagined the other part. The kinky, dirty part where she called him Daddy. And he called her baby girl. Her insides quivered.
She drew in a deep breath, considering leaning forward right now and murmuring the word in his ear as she slid her fingers around his big cock and squeezed, then stroked as it swelled in her hand.
“What are you thinking about?”
Kent’s voice startled her and her gaze jerked from his sculpted abs, partially showing above the duvet, to his face.
“I was thinking how wonderful last night was.”
He smiled, revealing his straight, white teeth and setting his teal blue eyes alight.
“So no regrets?”
CHAPTER 6
Christina smiled, joy glowing from her.
“No. I’ve never been happier.” She reached out and rested her hand on his jaw. His coarse whiskers felt so rough against her skin. So intensely masculine. “I’m glad you were my first time.”
He took her hand and pressed his lips to her palm, sending quivers through her. His eyes twinkled as he smiled
“And your second.”
She laughed. “Yes. And that second time was very interesting. Especially how turne
d on you got when I called you Daddy.”
His eyes turned serious. “Did that bother you?”
“No. I found it very…” She drew in a deep breath and smiled. “Exciting.”
She shifted closer. “The spanking, too. I think I’d like to explore that more. You taking control. And punishing me.”
She lifted the covers out of the way so she could press her naked body against his. Her nipples swelled as she snuggled close to him.
He rested his hands on her shoulders and rolled her onto her back.
“Christina, we need to talk about this.”
The somberness of his gaze told her this was not the talk she’d hoped for.
“Didn’t you like being with me last night?” she asked, suddenly feeling very young and uncertain.
What had been the most exciting experience of her life might have meant nothing to him. Something he’d done to help her through her issue. Sure, he’d gotten off, but it had probably been nothing compared to what he was used to.
The uncertainty in Christina’s eyes tore at him. Kent knew he couldn’t continue this relationship with her. But she was fragile right now. If he pushed her away, it would feel like a rejection. Like she wasn’t good enough.
He didn’t want to scar her.
Fuck, he never should have taken her innocence.
Except that he’d seen the sense in her argument that being with him would be better than allowing someone who might not care as much be her first. Her first time would set the stage for how she viewed sexuality.
And he’d fucking started her down the path of Domination and submission. As well as having her call him Daddy.
Which had been the fucking hottest thing he’d ever experienced.
But now as she stared at him with her amazing emerald eyes, so wide and vulnerable, he knew he had to tread lightly.
She’d asked him if he’d liked being with her last night, which really meant, did he think she was good enough.
“Of course I did, sweetheart. It was… amazing. I love that you trusted me so deeply.” He stroked her long, honey-blonde hair from her face. “You were incredibly sexy.”
