by Ella Goode
Con growls and resumes spanking. I nearly weep with pleasure as his hand connects heavily with my ass. I’ll have to make sure that I misbehave enough so I get punished regularly.
After another ten hits, he stops. I blink and try to focus, but it’s all a haze. My vision is blurred. The blood’s roaring so loud in my head that I can’t hear a thing. I’m in a daze of pleasure and pain. My pussy is sopping wet.
His foot kicks at my heel, forcing me to spread my legs even wider, exposing me fully. The next blow comes as a surprise. It lands squarely on my pussy.
“Oh my god!” I scream as my entire body spasms. I come in a gush. The orgasm rocks my entire body. I’ve never felt anything like it before. My self-pleasuring moments have never brought me to a high like this and he’s not even penetrated me yet.
“I can see how well you took your punishment, little girl, and how ready you are for more.” His fingers are gone, replaced instantly with a wide, rough instrument that slides through my wetness, lapping and licking, teasing my slit before thrusting inside. I writhe against his tongue and moan helplessly as he attacks my cunt with relentless strokes, fucking me with his mouth. It’s better than my wildest dreams. He makes a broad swipe against my clit before sucking it into his mouth with so much gusto and force that I black out for an endless, blissful moment as the ecstasy explodes inside of my body.
I’m barely aware of him untying my hands and turning me over. I blink sluggishly up at him as he frantically unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, pulling out his hugely engorged cock, oozing with pre-cum.
“Now it’s my turn.”
I scramble up on the desk and open my arms. “Take me. Take all of me.”
He lunges forward, hiking my legs over his arms as he bends over me. My hands come up to clutch his shirt and I don’t know if I’m trying to hold him off or bring him closer. The expression on his face is savage and a sliver of apprehension slides through me. His eyes are fully dilated, the pupils overtaking all the blue. It’s as if he has a beast inside that’s in control now. The man who spent years saying no, who turned me away at every opportunity has been overthrown by the creature who looks desperate to devour me.
I want him so badly. I’m practically begging to be fucked, but I’ve also never felt more vulnerable than at this moment. I know I should say something, but before I can do more than open my mouth he thrusts hard, burying that monster cock in me completely. My back arches and I scream.
Yup, I really should have told him that I’m a virgin.
7
Con
She’s a virgin.
It’s not the thin membrane that momentarily blocked my passage or the scream that flies from her throat that reveals the truth. It’s how goddamned tight she is. No one has ever been inside of her before. I wonder if she’s even had a tampon in her channel, she’s that fucking tight. I summon all my control and force myself to ease out, wincing in sympathy at the distressed sounds that escape her mouth. My dick is furious. It’s had a taste of her sweetness and wants back in immediately.
I reach down and pull up my pants with one hand, keeping my other around her waist so she knows that I’m not abandoning her.
“Baby girl, why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, gently pulling her upright. She totters on the edge of the desk before her hands find my shoulders.
She blinks, wetness dotting the corners of her eyes. “I didn’t want you to stop.”
“I wouldn’t have stopped.” I gather the tears on the pad of my thumb and then suck the moisture off. “But I would’ve been more careful. Daddy wants to take care of his little girl.”
I rub my now damp thumb over her lower lip, pulling it down to expose the pink of her inner mouth. Her cunt looks like this—pale and pretty on the outside and deep pink on inside. My cock pulses between my legs, eager to bury itself deep.
“I wanted it…Daddy,” she adds, dipping her head shyly. Slowly, she sucks my thumb into her mouth and I nearly come. Too easily I can imagine those plump lips wrapped around my dick with that same tight suction and my control almost deserts me. But because I refuse to hurt my baby girl again, I pull my thumb out from her mouth. Nat King Cole croons about chestnuts roasting as I sweep Willow into my arms, carry her over to the sofa and settle her on my lap.
She winds her arms around my neck and nestles close. “And Daddy, I still want it.”
My heart turns over at her use of the endearment. I can feel her want seeping through the expensive wool of my pants. “I know you do, kitten, and so do I, but we need to prepare you.”
The ironic thing is that now that I’ve made her come, she’s swollen and sensitive. Ramming my dick inside of her would feel incredible for me, but not so much for her. I run my hand up her neck and tip her head back against my shoulder.
“Kiss me now. I want your mouth on mine,” I order.
She doesn’t hesitate, bringing her lips to mine to claim what’s been hers for three long years. Damn. If I’d kissed her when she was fifteen there’s no way in hell I would have been able to stay away. Her mouth is a lush wonder, her lips soft and giving. I stroke my tongue against the plus velvet and her mouth parts. She tastes of surrender and submission, of sugar and spice. Instantly, I’m addicted. I explore that delicious space, stroking and caressing every spot I can reach. She eagerly meets my tongue with hers. I can’t get enough of her sweetness. It’s erotic and tender and like nothing I’ve experienced before.
Finally, I drag my mouth away but only to nibble and nuzzle along her jaw. “You’ve saved yourself for me, haven’t you?”
She nods, her cheek brushing my chin. A feeling of possessive triumph surges through me. No one will ever touch my baby girl other than me, and I’ll kill the motherfucker who even tries to lay a finger on her.
I reposition her legs, draping one thigh on either side of mine. “I’m going to give you a big reward for that.”
“I can’t wait for the big reward.” She squirms, pressing her ass up against my aching cock.
I give her exposed pussy a light smack. “Enough of that or Daddy won’t be able to stop from fucking you.”
The minx raises her arms above her head, thrusting her tits against my chest and then grinds down. I bite my tongue in hopes the pain will keep me from spilling into my shorts like some raw boy who’s never had his hands on a woman before.
But hasn’t Willow given me new life? As I sit here on my twenty-thousand-dollar leather sofa that’s being coated with my baby’s arousal, aren’t I being reborn? I haven’t ever touched a woman as precious as Willow before. I haven’t kissed a set of lips as plush as hers. I haven’t tongued a cunt as sweet. No, I’m as virginal as she is.
I want our first time to be perfect.
And I also desperately want her tits in my mouth and hands, so I quickly work to get her shirt unbuttoned. But the shirt is practically Victorian with its million pearl buttons down the front that keep sliding through my fingers, so with a frustrated groan I rip it open. Buttons fly everywhere and I briefly remind myself to give a generous holiday bonus to the cleaning crew.
“Hey, I love this shirt!” Willow protests with a gasp, but I can tell from her blown pupils that she’s also extremely aroused by my act of aggression.
“I’ll buy you another one just like it,” I growl, “but I’ll rip that one off as well if it keeps me from your tits.”
“Well, in that case…” Willow smirks and quickly shrugs out of the tatters of her shirt and I’m confronted by the sight of full, creamy mounds barely covered by sheer white lace. Willow really knows how to push my buttons with her taste in clothes and underwear.
Her nipples are hard beneath the lace, begging for attention, and I gently pinch them, pulling on them delicately. “Oh god!” Willow moans and then shrieks when I plump up one breast in my hand and latch onto that hard nub, eagerly sucking it through the lace.
I take deep drags of her flesh, her whimpers of pleasure driving me on, and when even that thin barrier is too mu
ch I pull down the lace until both breasts pop free. I nearly come into my pants. Her nipples are a beautiful delicate pink that have darkened into raspberries from my mouth. I lunge forward as I can’t stay away a moment longer. My mouth clamps back on her nipple and I suck hard, rolling that pouting flesh around in my mouth.
Willow utters sexy, breathy cries and rocks her naked butt against my dick. I know she’s nearly ready to come again from my mouth alone but I’m not done yet. I want her so primed that she won’t feel anything but pure pleasure when I stretch her wide with my cock.
My hand reaches down to her pretty pussy and she bucks into my palm. Her wetness quickly coats my hand as I push first one and then two fingers into that tiny passage. Her body sucks me in eagerly and I moan when I feel her muscles spasm around my fingers. Fuck, she’s tight. I can’t wait to squeeze my dick into her again. Slowly, I saw my fingers back and forth, coaxing even more cream from her juicy cunt. I brush against her clit with my thumb, but I’m careful not to apply too much pressure—the next time she comes I want to be balls deep in my little girl.
“Daddy!” Willow whimpers. “Please, Daddy, please!”
I let go of her nipple with a pop. “What, my darling girl? What do you want from your Daddy?”
“I need your cock,” she gasps. “Please, Daddy, stuff me full of your big, thick cock. I want to come on your cock so bad!”
“Not as much as I want it.” I quickly I push down my pants and shorts in one motion, freeing my tortured, pulsing dick. It’s hugely engorged, the head flushed a dark purplish red, and I know I won’t last long once I get inside my darling girl.
Carefully I grasp Willow by her hips and lift her up, positioning my tip just at her swollen slit and she moans, bucking her hips and trying to impale herself on my cock. But my darling girl needs to learn to listen to her Daddy.
“Stop,” I order, gritting my teeth against the sensation of her cunt pulsing on my tip. “I decide how much you get and when.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I just want you so bad. I need you to make the ache all better,” she whispers, forcing her body still.
“I know, little girl,” I croon. “Daddy will make the ache go away.”
Slowly I lower Willow onto my shaft and watch avidly as her greedy cunt swallows my cock inch by inch. It’s pure agony—for both of us—but the sight of my hard flesh disappearing into her body and the feel of her tight passage being opened by my cock is worth it. We moan together when she’s finally taken me completely inside her.
“Okay, baby girl? Any pain?” I rasp, relishing the feel of her internal muscles flexing around me.
“No, God, you feel so good!” she pants, rocking her hips, and I nearly cross my eyes as she squeezes me deep inside.
I start moving her on my cock, sliding her up and down. Willow helps me, riding me, grinding down and circling her hips when she bottoms out. It’s astonishing how amazing this feels. Pleasure races down every nerve, lighting up my entire body. The wet suck of her body is hotter and tighter than I imagined.
Sweat glistens on her skin as she works me. Our bodies slick together. The sounds of our joining filling the antiseptic office space. Her nails dig into my shoulder.
“That’s right, little girl. Mark your Daddy.” I give her right nipple a hard pinch.
She bares her teeth. “You better never let another girl touch you. I’ll kill you both,” she says.
“Same, kitten. Same.” I jerk her head back and latch onto the other nipple, sucking as much of her tit into my mouth as possible.
She criesk, “Fuck, yes. Take me. Take me hard.”
I know she’s small and sensitive and tender—that this is her very first time, that her cunt is fresh and new, but I can’t stop slamming into her at a ferocious pace. The walls of her sex are slick and smooth, accepting my engorged shaft with ease.
I shove a hand her ass and jerk her toward me, driving my needy, desperate cock into her. She throws back her head and screams as the orgasms takes her. Willow arches and shudders, grinding down hard, her cunt clenching rhythmically on my cock. Her orgasm tips me over the edge and I explode, shooting seed deep into her, her pussy milking me dry.
8
Con
Outside my office windows, I see the snow falling again. For the last three years, I’ve spent Christmas in my office, working out deals that made me more money. But I had no one to spend it on and a man only needs so many watches or cars or planes before all that becomes boring.
I run a hand down Willow’s slender back. The air in the office is cool and goosebumps are appearing now that the heat of passion has faded. I wrap an arm around her waist. “Hold on,” I whisper as I push to my feet.
She tightens her hold around me and buries her nose in the crook of my neck.
“Even your nose is cold,” I murmur, carrying her toward my private washroom. “Daddy’s not taking good care of his little girl.”
“I can take care of myself,” she mumbles.
“Not anymore.” I set her down on the sink counter and instruct the automated office assistant to turn the shower on to 112 degrees. As the water starts flowing, I dig in a cabinet and produce a sheet towel to drape around her bare back. I reach back in and grab a washcloth, which I wet under the shower stream. “How are you feeling? And tell me the truth because otherwise I’ll give you a punishment that you won’t like, such as not getting access to my cock for a week.”
She pushes her lower lip out. “I’d like to see how long you could last.”
“Three years,” I reply dryly.
Willow half laughs, half groans. “Fine. I’m sore. I guess you know that this was my first time.”
“Yeah. And I’m guessing you didn’t tell me because you thought I would have second thoughts.”
“Bingo. We know each other so well,” she says pertly.
I press the washcloth between her legs. There are bruise marks on her hips where my fingers dug in. And red marks between her thighs where my thighs abraded hers. I wipe the cloth lightly over those areas. I feel a surge of satisfaction at seeing my marks on her. One of these days I’m going to spread my seed over those white thighs and that creamy ass, pressing it in deep so that she’s forever marked by my scent.
I want to bind her to me with the heaviest chains so she can’t escape, so that every moment of every day, she’ll remember how it is to have my cock buried inside her wet, hot pussy. But this girl is only eighteen. Guilt spears me. I took her virginity and now, by keeping her with me, am I taking her future, too?
“I do have second thoughts, baby. And third ones. And fourth ones. They all surround the fact that I’m too old for you. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you and you shouldn’t be tied to an old man like me.”
“Here’s the thing, Con, I might be only eighteen, but I’ve been running my father’s life since I was eleven. The man can barely dress himself in the morning if I’m not around to lay out his tie, shirt and suit. When I turned fifteen, I started screening, researching and analyzing individual securities for him. That tip about buying Cecily Farm Cosmetics was all me.”
“You?” One of the better performing stocks in my portfolio these days was CFC, a company that specializes in creating cosmetics in the broadest hues possible. It’s been a hit since it went public two years ago and hasn’t stopped growing since then.
“Yes, me.” She pokes a finger in her chest. “I’m not a dumb kid, Con. I know what I want. It’s insulting to me if you don’t give me credit.” She slides off the counter and lets the towel drop to the floor. “Maybe you’re not smart enough to be my Daddy.”
She closes the shower door in my face and I’m too dumbfounded to move. A moment of panic flits through my head. Would she really find another man to take care of her? Yeah, that’s not happening. I’ll cut off my own dick before anyone else gets to see her in this state.
“You saved yourself for me, kitten.” I raise my voice loud enough to be heard over the running water. “From now on, n
o one else gets to take care of you but me.”
I swipe the towel off the ground and lay it on the sink. She’s going to need a hairdryer and probably a shirt. I did a number on the silk one she wore to the office.
I reach for the phone to dial Tim and then realize that he’s gone and his replacement is the one who needs all the supplies. Fuck. I’m not doing a very good job of pampering my baby girl. I wasn’t prepared for this. I wasn’t prepared to lay her out on my desk and make love to her. I wasn’t—
I pause in shock. Holy fuck. I didn’t wear a condom. I whip open the door. “Baby, tell me if you’re on the pill. I didn’t wear a condom.”
She blinks at me under a stream of water. “I’m on the pill, Con. I have been since forever. It helps regulate my period.”
“Oh, thank fuck.” I sag against the wall in relief.
A hurt look flashes across her face. “Don’t you want children, Con?”
I straighten immediately and reach out to cup her chin, not caring that the water is getting me wet. “Of course, I do, but I want time alone with you first.” I run a thumb over her lower lip and my cock jerks to attention. He wants inside her mouth bad. I pull her lip down. “Let me spoil you for a while. Okay?”
“Okay.” She licks the tip of my thumb and my knees nearly buckle.
I force myself to back away. “Finish up and dry off,” I say hoarsely. “We’ve got some shopping to do.”
Willow pushes the door open wider and I’m treated to a glorious view of water streaming over her perfect body.
“You sure you don’t want to join me? You look like you want to get wet.” She directs a pointed gaze at my erection.
This girl is going to be my ruination. I gather my tattered self-control and say, “I’d be a selfish ass to take you again so soon.”
A good part of me wants to tear the towel off and take her on the floor of my office, but I’ve already treated my angel more roughly than she deserves. It takes a miracle, but I manage to convince myself to leave. Out in the office, I gather up her clothes. Her wool skirt is a little crumpled. The socks and shoes are in good condition. Her shirt, though, is missing buttons and is generally unwearable. I make note of the cheap label and toss it in the trash.
