Chapter 3 #2
“There’s more than one…b-breach,” I hear myself saying.
I don’t know why. Perhaps because I noticed him admiring my backside on the beach and want to…
show it off? Yes, I think that’s it. He makes me feel so sexual.
So desired. And I want more. My body feels on the verge of something extraordinary, if I can just get more.
Moby lifts his head, that hungry gaze pinning me down. “I felt it on the beach. The one in…?”
“In the back,” I finish in a whisper.
“I will get a better look now.” I’m flipped face down, my fingers digging into the comforter as he pulls the cheeks of my bottom apart and gives a closed mouth roar.
“Yes. I knew there had to be something within these cheeks that would drive me wild. My God, which of these little holes do I fuck first?” His thumb presses down on my asshole, and my mouth flies open on a sob, shock rioting up and down my limbs at the ticklish wave that ebbs and flows below my navel.
“I…I think I like that, Daddy.”
He groans, rubbing my pucker firmly with the pad of his thumb. “This?”
“Yes,” I manage, tilting my hips. Scooting my knees wider.
“You are hell on my cock, little human. I am going to paint these cheeks in white any second now, you’ve made me so hard.”
I’m surprised I can think straight enough to realize…he must not have any condoms with him. No, he couldn’t, since he arrived on the beach naked. And I certainly don’t have any, since sex is never part of my plans. But I can’t get pregnant if he…
Goodness, am I really considering this?
I seem to want him inside of me, any way I can get him. My body is screaming for an invasion, my mouth is salivating, the patio a blur of lights around me. My heart is beating so fast. I can’t control it…or the inundation of lust.
I’m in lust.
And when Moby slides his thick finger into my back entrance, I feel it everywhere. My nipples, my tummy, in the back of my throat. But most of all in my sex. Pressure floods between my thighs and tears water my vision.
“Little girl wants a nice, thick cock in her ass, doesn’t she?
My pretty baby can’t keep still, whining and wiggling around, making Daddy lose his mind.
” Moby’s voice is a deep, dark baritone now, and it thrills me, my excitement leveling even higher.
“I will use the sweet juice from your front breach to aid me.”
“Okay,” I whisper, moaning when he slips two fingers beneath me, rubbing them against that intensely sensitive spot—it must be my clitoris!—then down to my entrance, gathering wetness and bringing it back to my back pucker, pumping two drenched fingers between my cheeks. Deep. Jiggling.
Bliss unlocks and spreads…everywhere.
I curl my fists on cushion and cry out, not sure what’s happening. There’s an expansion inside of me and it’s on the verge of implosion. “What do I do? What do I do?”
“Lie still and let Daddy mate,” he responds, raggedly.
That’s my final warning before his hard flesh enters me.
A handful of inches press further than I thought possible and again, oh gosh, the weight of his shaft triggers something devious in my core.
As if by filling one part of me, he fulfils all.
Seeking reassurance from the tumult of sensations, I look back at Moby over my shoulder, finding his features tight with lust, his mighty torso covered in sweat.
His gigantic length isn’t even halfway inside of me, but he is hard at work, stroking the remaining inches in a frenzy.
“It’s too tight,” he growls through his teeth. “I can’t possibly thrust.”
Satisfy him. Satisfy yourself. Those goals go hand in hand. I don’t know where my intuition is coming from, but I have no choice but to follow it. “Yes, you can.”
“No. One pump won’t be enough. I’ll have to…slam. Slam. Slam it some more.” He snarls down at my buttocks, spitting on my cheeks, one by one. “This pretty round bottom is turning me into a fucking monster.”
Something about his hesitation only makes me more determined. Holding his gaze, I wiggle my hips and press back, taking another inch of his shaft. “Fuck my tight ass, Daddy. That’s what it’s for.”
His bellow creates waves in the infinity pool, and I think I go into shock a second later, because I feel the full scope of his rod inside me, his lap smacking off my butt, and I go blind, my ears ringing loudly.
Pleasure shreds me into pieces, so visceral that I feel every contraction of my sex, my loins flexing as much as possible during a full-scale invasion of my lower body.
My orgasm grinds me under its boot. I have no choice but to experience it head on, because Moby has pinned me to the day bed, his frantic hips scooping, ramming that solid, meaty thing into me, his mouth snarling and grunting into my hair.
I’m under attack and I love it, because I’m the one who incited it, so I take my due, face down on the day bed with a seven-foot man, who is probably fifteen years my senior, pounds my backside with so much force that my teeth clack together, another climax being forced out of me.
And now I’m screaming into the cushion, experiencing myself come apart, my heart telling me that Daddy will stitch me back together again.
“Fucking hell. So small yet taking so much. There’s well over a foot in you now, but instead of crying, you’re creaming. Jesus.” He grunts in time with his harried thrusts. “The way those little cheeks jiggle is…oh God, it’s going to make me come. Oh God!”
My hair is fisted, his teeth leaving deep grooves in my neck, his sex growing to its most impressive size yet…
and he stiffens, jerking with violent spasms, hoarse sounds shifting my hair around, so much liquid warmth entering me from the back that it overflows and trickles down the cheeks of my bottom, my hips.
And still his heavy body rakes up and down on top of me, his hips twisting and slapping, trying to work free of the sexual pain I could sense in him…
and that’s what I want. Moby free of pain.
My body gives that to him and pleases mine beyond belief at the same time.
What a glorious gift.
That’s my final thought before I black out.