Chapter 5
LEX
My dick twitches when she tells me she’s a virgin. Nobody else has ever touched her creamy fleshy thickness. Nobody else has ever slipped into her folds and made her scream in release.
Nobody else—just me. Only me.
“Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing,” I growl.
Her pupils are blown wide from her release. Her nipples look needier than ever. Tempting me as they poke through her shirt. Glimmering juices spill down her thighs from her orgasm. Her moans still echo in my head.
All my life, living as a cold bastard. Locked in a cycle of death and destruction and nothingness. All my life, never dreaming a man like me could feel …
Until her.
“I’m twenty-two,” she snaps. “A twenty-two-year-old virgin. That’s not something to be proud of, is it?”
“It’s a good job you’ve got an older man to claim you. A good job you’ve got me.”
“Older?” she murmurs.
“Thirty-seven,” I tell her. “Your older man. Ready to show you how sexy you are.”
I approach her cautiously. Need to be gentle. Or try at least. But every atom in me is urging to bend her over and reveal her voluptuous ass. Spank her red and raw as I slip into her and force her untouched slit to drench my dick with another release.
She bites her lips. Her anger and nerves battling inside. “Oh, ooh, you’ll show me the ropes, huh? You’re not my teacher, Lex. You’re not my daddy.”
Oh, fuck.
Did she just… she did!
Fuck.
I’m ruined.
Because, when she says daddy, her voice shivers with regret and undeniable lust. Like she thinks she’s gone too far and I’m going to judge her. But it’s the opposite.
I almost cum in my pants. Swear to God, release rushes up my pole and gathers at my end like I’m going to blow. I swallow, pushing it away, attempting to calm myself down. I manage to do it. Just.
“Maybe that’s what my little virgin needs,” I groan, using her ass to pull her against me. Driving so she can feel how solid I am for her. “Maybe you need Daddy to take control. You need Daddy to show you how sexy you are, hmm? Is that what my horny angel needs?”
Her voice becomes a low rasp. “What are you saying?” she moans.
“What you want me to say—what you need Daddy to say.”
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers.
When I kiss her again, she’s more excited than before. She clings to me like she’s drowning and I’m her life raft. I pick her up. Her ankles hook behind me. Fixing her in place. There’s nowhere else she’d rather be.
Carrying her through the house, I take her into the living room. Lay her on the couch then close the curtains so fast they almost break.
I turn to her. She’s on her back, leaning up on her elbows, the lowlight shimmying on her slickened thighs.
“You want Daddy to take control, don’t you?” I snarl, walking slowly across the room.
“Hmm,” she moans.
“Say yes like a good little girl,” I growl.
“Yuh-yes,” she whimpers.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes …” She hesitates, biting her lip. Like she doesn’t think she deserves this much pleasure. But then she gives into it. “Yes, Daddy.”
I groan and tear off my tank top. Literally. She lets her gaze move up and down my body, horny as fuck, ready for whatever Daddy’s going to give her.
“Do you want to see Daddy naked?”
She gasps. Every time I use the D-word, it’s like a mini detonation tears through her. I white-knuckle my lust, hold on with everything I’ve got, somehow not exploding every time she makes one of those pleasure-filled sounds.
“Yes,” she says after a pause. “So—bad.”
I stand over her. “First, be a good girl and get naked for Daddy. I need to see every inch of you.”
She hesitates.
“Tell Daddy what’s wrong,” I snarl.
“What if I don’t do it right?”
I shake my head. “You don’t need to do a damn thing except be naked and be here and be you, Rose. Now, do what you’re told.”
She stands. Strips off her T-shirt with trembling hands. My plan was to let her strip her shorts off too. But the moment I see her big beautiful tits, I lose my mind.
They bounce free and I surge to them. Push them together and suck on one of her nipples while teasing the other. She arches in my arms, pushing her chest against me.
“Has anybody ever sucked your nipples before?” I groan.
“No, Daddy,” she moans.
“Good.” I suck one hard, letting it turn red. She’s got big nipples, thick, taut when she gets excited. “These nipples belong to Daddy. Nobody else looks at my sexy girl’s breasts. Nobody except for me. Tell me you understand. Say it all.”
“Nobody else looks at my tits, Daddy. Only you.”
“You’re a good fucking girl, Rose.”
I slide my inked hands down her clean body, over her hips. Then hook her shorts and her underwear at the same time. Yank them down to reveal the triangle of her sex.
I gently push her back. Kneel, stare in wonder at her lips glittering with wetness. Her pink virgin hole getting ready for my cock.
“Do you masturbate?” I ask throatily.
“I did yesterday,” she murmurs, looking away guiltily.
“Hey …” I touch her chin, make her face me again. “Did you touch yourself thinking about Daddy? You don’t have to be ashamed.”
She nods slowly. “I was in the shower and I couldn’t stop.”
“Did you think about Daddy’s big dick in your tight little hole?”
“Hmm.” Her hands claw at the couch. She’s on the edge without me even needing to touch her.
“Did you think about cumming all over Daddy’s dick?”
“Yes, Daddy. Oh, Daddy.”
My hand flies to my jeans. Squeezes my pole over the material.
Again, I almost explode. She’s the sexiest woman—full fucking stop. The hottest woman alive. I’m panting with the need to be inside of her.
Her cheeks flush. Mouth opens. Closes.
“Tell Daddy,” I say, reading her.
She nods insistently toward my groin.
“You want to see Daddy naked?” I growl.
Another nod that threatens to break me.
I stand again, tear at my jeans. Pull them down then do the same to my briefs. My cock springs up, harder than I’ve ever been before. Harder than the muscles that coat every inch of me. Muscles I’ve used to kill men.
She sits up. “Woah. You’re so big.”
“Have you ever sucked a dick before?” I groan.
She shakes her head. “Nah-uh.”
“Daddy will be your first.”
“How?”
“Open your pretty little mouth and wrap it around my end. Don’t use your teeth. Be a good girl and use your tongue. Don’t worry if you can’t go all the way. You can use your hand for the rest of me.”
“I can’t go all the way,” she says. “You’re too big, Daddy.”
She leans forward. Opens her mouth. I gasp, toes curling, when she kisses my tip and slips a little lower. She wraps her hand around my base, moving it at the same time as pumping her hand.
“Look up at Daddy when you do it.”
Her eyes roll back. She stares up at me as she flicks her tongue against my end, looping precum around my glans.
Playing me delicately with her tongue. Her hand squeezes firmer on my base.
Her lips form an “O” and she slips her mouth perfectly over my end.
She slides down my shaft as far as she can.
Then retraces up and down. Faster. Firmer.
I can only take this for seconds. Then I stumble back.
She pouts. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re a quick learner” I gasp. “I’m not going to explode before I feel you,” I snarl. “Before I feel your virgin slit. Lie on your back. Open your thick beautiful legs.”
She does as I say, shifting against the cushions. Let’s her legs fall apart to show me her pink needy tunnel.
“Like this, Daddy?”
“Oh, yes. Fuck—yes.”
“Daddy wants to bury himself between your thighs”
I climb onto the couch. Hold myself over her with one hand as I grab my cock with the other. She grips onto my arms as if she’s afraid she’s going to fall off the couch.
I guide my tip to her hole. She whimpers, her grip tightens on me.
“Daddy will take it slow … at first.”
“What if Daddy’s too big?”
I shake my head. Shift my hips back and forth as I rub against her entrance, letting her tightness know what it’ll feel like when I fill her up.
“Your pussy is mine, Rose. Just mine. Your horny little hole was made to take me. You can do this.”
She smiles gratefully. “Thanks, Daddy.”
For a terrifying second, I think I’m going to surge all over her pink swollen pussy. Think my cum is going to hose her pussy white.
Gaining control—as much as I can anyway—I arch my back and push inside of her.
Fucking …
Heaven.
Pure heat.
Pure bliss.
Belonging like I ever thought I could.
She gasps and slides her hands to my neck, tugging on me. I push until I’m buried all the way inside of her. Stuffed to the hilt as her young passage grips me tightly. Like she never wants to let go.
“So—buh-big,” she moans.
“I’m all…” I shudder. “The way in.”
Her lip twitches. “All the way?”
I lean down, brush my lips against hers. “You’re doing so well. Taking every inch of Daddy’s dick.”
Slipping out slowly, I watch her face. Watch the way her big tits shiver with each movement. Her smile turns into a pout of pleasure when I side out to her entrance, letting my end kiss her slit again.
“Is there something you want to tell Daddy?” I groan.
She tugs on my neck. I know what she wants. What she needs.
“Say it,” I demand.
“Fuck me, Daddy.”
That ruins me.
I thrust with my hips, grinding into her again. Holding myself up with my fists buried in the couch so I can watch the pleasure dance across her beautiful face. She stares up at me in shock. Like she can’t believe how good it feels. And so quickly.
Her no-longer-a-virgin’s body instinctively moves in time with me. Her hips arch and angle so that she matches my thrusts.
“Fuck, fuck.” I gasp. “You’re a natural, Rose.”
“Mmm, yeah, Daddy?”
“You were made to ride Daddy’s dick.”
I lean down, kissing her neck. Biting so that I know I’ll leave a mark. Tattoo her with my possession just like the ink covering me.
She wraps her arms around me and holds me close. Our bodies move like one being. One pleasure-hungry monster feeding on the slickness and the tightness.
Her pussy hugs me like a glove of fire. Tightens and twitches so that I can feel every nuance of her lust in the pulsations of her inexperienced body. She scratches her fingernails down my back. Cutting. Good. I want her to mark me.
“You have to cum on Daddy’s dick.” I gasp, head clouding, hardly able to speak. “I can’t cum before you do.”
“Is that—how it—works?” she whimpers.
“For us. Yes.”
She bucks her hips even more wildly.
I pound into my good girl so hard the couch protests. Whines like it might break.
Minutes pass. Or maybe hours.
Time loses all meaning as I dominate and please her passage.
She buries her face in my neck to catch her scream.
But that’s not what tells me she’s cumming. It’s the grip-then-loosen of her slit, her tunnel milking my cock. Massaging me so that cum rushes up my shaft.
I bite down, tangle my fist in her hair. Breathe in the scent of her as I try to hold back, try to let her finish before I fill her with my cream.
She whimpers in my ear. “Won’t I get pregnant if you cum in me, Daddy?”
I lean up again. Stare down at her. “Maybe that’s what I want,” I snarl.
“Wuh-what?”
“Nobody else. Deserves you. Nobody else—will ever touch you. Just me. A baby will make sure of that. Will… bind you… to me …”
She pouts, shaking her head. “Lex…”
The fact she’s using my name is a sign. She’s serious.
I pull out of her. Frantic, gasping, hardly able to breathe.
“Taste your horny slit,” I snarl. “Suck Daddy’s dick. I want to see your little throat shifting as you swallow every last fucking drop.”
“Oh, Daddy …”
We’re back under the spell.
I stand and she leans forward. Takes my end in her mouth again. The fact she’s sucking her own release drives me feral. I fist her hair with both hands and drive forward.
My cock slams into the back of her throat. She makes a sexy choking noise, then I explode.
A waterfall of cum explodes out of me, gushing into her mouth.
I stare at her throat. Shimmering as my cum flows down her neck.
Finally, I stumble back. “Fuck,” I whisper. “I’ve never lost control like that.”
She wipes her mouth. Looks at me with a mixture of confusion and awe. “Me neither,” she murmurs. “That was … I think you should go.”
“Go?” I snap.
She reaches for her clothes. “I need time to think. Please, don’t make this hard.”
“You wanted it as badly as me.”
She throws her hands up, clothes forgotten. “I didn’t say I didn’t! But I need time to think. Can you give me that?”
I don’t want to leave her. But if there’s one thing she deserves, it’s respect. Even from me.
Getting dressed and walking out is not what I wanted to do. A first for me.
When the door closes behind me, I know I’ll never be the same again.