Chapter 5
five
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Jerald
The little whimper she makes into my mouth snaps the last thread of my control.
Eight months of watching, wanting, waiting—gone in an instant when Tatianna melts against me like she was made for my arms. My cock is a steel rod against her soft ass as she squirms in my lap, her inexperienced but eager mouth opening for me like the sweetest fucking gift.
This isn't how I planned it. I wanted to go slow, to coax her. Hell, who am I kidding? I’ve never really thought I had a shot with her.
But the taste of her—Christ, she tastes like innocence and need and everything I've ever wanted to corrupt and protect at the same time.
I'm not letting her leave this room without my cum deep inside her.
Without my claim on every inch of her body.
I growl into her mouth, one hand fisting in her hair to tilt her head back, giving me better access. The other spans her waist, fingers nearly meeting around her middle. So fucking small compared to me. So delicate. So perfect.
"Jerald," she gasps when I finally release her mouth to trail bites down her neck.
"Say it again," I demand, nipping at her pulse point, feeling it race beneath my lips.
"Jerald," she repeats, breathier this time, her small hands clutching at my shoulders.
"No." I pull back, looking into those big doe eyes clouded with confusion and arousal. "Not Jerald. Not for you. Not tonight." I run my thumb across her swollen bottom lip. "Who am I to you?”
Understanding dawns in her expression, followed by a flush that spreads from her cheeks down her neck. She swallows hard, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
"D-Daddy," she whispers, the word sending a jolt straight to my cock.
"Good girl," I praise, rewarding her with another bruising kiss. “You know damn well I’m your daddy.”
Her whimper of response is all the encouragement I need. I stand in one fluid movement, lifting her like she weighs nothing, turning to place her on the worn break room couch. She looks up at me with wide eyes as I tower over her, my intentions clear in every line of my body.
"I'm going to unwrap you now," I tell her, my voice barely recognizable even to myself—rough, animalistic. "Been dreaming of this for too fucking long."
Her hands tremble as they rise to the buttons of her prim blouse, but I catch her wrists, pinning them gently to her sides.
"No. Mine to unwrap. Mine to discover." I lower myself to my knees between her legs, bringing me closer to eye level with her despite the difference in our sizes. "You just sit there and be a good girl for me. Let daddy take care of everything.”
Her breath catches, but she nods, hands falling limply to her sides as I reach for the first button of her blouse.
Each one reveals another inch of creamy skin, another glimpse of the plain cotton bra beneath.
Nothing fancy or provocative—just practical, modest underwear.
Somehow, that turns me on even more. So innocent.
So unprepared for what I'm about to do to her.
I push the blouse from her shoulders, revealing arms as delicate as the rest of her, shoulders narrow enough that my hands could wrap around them twice. My mouth waters at the sight of her small breasts straining against simple white cotton, nipples visibly hard beneath the thin fabric.
"Beautiful," I murmur, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra with practiced ease. She gasps as I pull it away, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest. "No hiding from me," I growl, gently but firmly pulling her arms away. "Let Daddy see what's his."
Her breasts are perfect—small, perky, with dusky pink nipples that beg for my mouth. I lean forward, capturing one between my lips, groaning at the taste of her skin. She cries out, back arching, pushing herself further into my mouth.
"Sensitive," I observe, flicking my tongue across the hardened peak before moving to give its twin the same attention. "So good for me."
Her head falls back as I worship her breasts, little mewling sounds escaping her that drive me fucking insane.
My cock throbs painfully, demanding release, but I ignore it.
This first time is about claiming her properly, making sure she knows exactly who she belongs to now. Worshipping her like the dog that I am.
I trail kisses down her stomach as my hands work the zipper of her skirt, tugging it down her legs along with her sensible tights. She lifts her hips to help, lost in the sensations I'm creating. When she's left in nothing but simple cotton panties, I sit back on my heels to admire the view.
"This perfect little body was made for me to breed, wasn't it?" The words come unbidden, my darkest fantasies spilling out. To my surprise, she moans in response, hips shifting restlessly against the couch. "You want that, little girl? Want Daddy to fill you up? Put my baby in you?"
She whimpers, eyes squeezed shut, cheeks flaming. Not denial. Embarrassment at how much the filthy words affect her.
I hook my fingers into her panties, slowly dragging them down her legs, revealing her pussy inch by inch. Pink, perfect, glistening with arousal, and—I groan aloud—completely bare. My mouth waters at the sight.
"Look at you," I breathe, running one finger through her folds, collecting her wetness. "So fucking wet for Daddy already."
Her hips buck against my touch, seeking more. I press one thick finger against her entrance, feeling the resistance there, the tightness that confirms what I've suspected.
"No one's had you before," I state, not a question. Her eyes fly open, meeting mine with naked vulnerability. "Tell me."
"N-no," she admits in a small voice. "I've never…no one's ever..."
Savage satisfaction roars through me. "Mine," I growl, standing to strip off my uniform shirt, then unbuckling my belt with deliberate slowness. "All fucking mine."
Her eyes widen as I unzip my pants, pushing them down along with my boxers, my cock springing free—thick, heavy, intimidatingly large even to women with experience. For her virgin body, it will be a challenge.
"I don't know if—" she starts, anxiety creeping into her voice as she takes in my size.
"You can," I assure her, lowering myself over her, my massive frame dwarfing her on the couch. "You will. You were made for me, little girl. Made to take Daddy's cock."
I capture her mouth again, kissing her deeply as I position myself between her thighs. My cock slides through her wetness, coating itself in her arousal, making her gasp and writhe beneath me.
"Gonna stuff you so full, little girl," I promise against her lips, positioning my head at her entrance. "You'll be dripping my cum for days."
I push forward slowly, just the head breaching her tight entrance. She tenses, a small cry escaping her.
"Breathe," I command, stroking her hair with one hand while the other holds her hip steady. "Relax for Daddy."
She nods, taking a deep breath, her eyes locked on mine with a trust that makes my chest ache. I continue the slow push forward, feeling her body resist, then gradually yield to my invasion.
"That's it," I praise, watching her face for signs of too much pain. "Taking Daddy so beautifully."
When I reach her barrier, I pause, giving her one last chance to back out. "This is going to hurt," I warn honestly. "But then it gets so good, little girl. So fucking good."
She nods again, biting her lip. "I want it," she whispers. "I want you."
That's all I need to hear. I thrust forward in one powerful stroke, breaking through her virginity, seating myself halfway inside her. She cries out, tears springing to her eyes as her nails dig into my shoulders.
"Shh," I soothe, holding perfectly still though it's killing me. "Worst part's over. Daddy's got you."
I kiss away her tears, murmuring praise against her skin as her body adjusts to my intrusion. Slowly, the pain in her expression fades, replaced by curiosity, then need as I begin to move in shallow thrusts.
"So. Fucking. Tight," I growl, each word punctuated by a careful thrust. "Perfect little pussy gripping Daddy so good."
Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively, opening herself further to me, allowing me to sink deeper with each stroke. The feeling is indescribable—her virgin heat clenching around me, her body yielding to my possession.
I pick up the pace gradually, watching her face transform as pain gives way to pleasure. Her small gasps become moans, her body rising to meet my thrusts as natural instinct takes over.
"That's it," I encourage, driving deeper, still holding back from giving her my full length and power. "Take what Daddy gives you. Gonna fill this tight little pussy until you're round with my baby."
The breeding talk seems to ignite something in her. She moans louder, her inner walls clenching around me. "Please," she begs, though I doubt she even knows what she's begging for.
I know. I know exactly what her body needs.
"Mine," I growl, my thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. "All fucking mine now. No one else gets to have this. No one else gets to see you like this. Just Daddy."
The thought of anyone else touching her, seeing her spread out and taking cock like this, makes me feral with jealousy. I drive into her harder, claiming her with each thrust, marking her from the inside.
"Yes," she gasps, her head thrashing against the cushions. "Yours. Oh god, Jerald—Daddy—please!"
Her submission, her acceptance of my claim, breaks the last of my restraint. I hitch her legs higher around my waist and truly fuck her for the first time, giving her my full length, my full power, my full possession.
The worn break room couch creaks dangerously beneath us as I pound into her virgin pussy, claiming what should have always been mine. Her cries echo off the walls, her small body jolting with each powerful thrust.
"Going to come inside you," I warn, feeling my climax building rapidly. "Going to fill you up. Mark you. Breed you."
Her eyes widen, but she doesn't protest, doesn't try to push me away. Instead, her legs tighten around me, her body arching to take me deeper.
"Yes," she whispers, the single word permission and plea combined.
It's all I need. With a roar that would terrify anyone else in the building—if there were anyone else—I drive into her one final time and explode, pumping stream after stream of hot cum deep into her womb.
The force of my orgasm is unlike anything I've experienced before, my vision blacking out at the edges as pleasure tears through me.
Through it all, I hold her gaze, watching her eyes widen at the feeling of being filled for the first time. Claiming her not just with my body but with my seed.
Making her mine in the most primitive way possible.