Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Heath
I didn’t have a plan for this, but Wyatt jacking the dirty talk up to level ten wouldn’t have been a part of it if I did.
I grunt in appreciation.
Then I lose my clothes and take his place between her thighs.
She’s so little beneath me, and her face is pure innocence. She gives me a shy smile. “I’m a little messy. From Wyatt…”
My cock flexes, straining to get inside her. His seed and all. “That’s not a problem. I’m gonna take you messy, and it’s going to be—as he would say—so fucking hot.”
She giggles, her cheeks turning pink. I stroke my thumb there, just beneath the blush, then trail my hand down her neck to her flushed torso. Jesus, her tits are soft. I stroke her as gently as I can, and she whines.
“You’re not too sore?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”
“I’ll be gentle.” A proud warmth fills my chest. “Do you trust Daddy?”
Her breath hitches and she nods. Then she spreads her legs wide for me.
My balls pull tight at the perfect vision in front of me.
Her pussy looks soft, so puffy and slick and hungry for more.
Pink lips framed with a light dusting of dark curls.
I nudge my cock against her, holding it firmly in my hand as I rock it up to her clit, then down again.
Up, then down. On the third rock, she lifts her hips, and the crown sinks inside her.
Her eyes go wide, her lips part. Two cocks in one afternoon. A big day for a little slip of a thing.
“Good girl,” I murmur, leaning forward to cage her in my arms. “You feel incredible.”
“You’re so big,” she whispers.
Wyatt’s hung too, but where he’s longer than me, I take the girth award.
My fat cock is going to stretch her wide open; there’s no way around that. Her little-girl pussy is no match for Daddy, but she wants me inside her and I’ve fantasized about this for months.
I’m not stopping.
I curve one of her legs high on my side, changing the angle, and draw my hips back before sinking into her again. Using the slick from Wyatt fucking her to ease my entrance.
She’s so hot and tight, I can see how he couldn’t hold back, but I’m not an eager young buck. As much as I want to paint her insides white, I’m in no rush.
Fucking Emily is a dream come true. I want to savor her tight, sweet heat as long as I can.
Beneath me, she’s still staring up in breathless wonder. “I’m inside you, pretty girl,” I murmur before I kiss her.
Her eager tongue chases mine, wanting to play. I let her mouth set the rhythm. When she licks me, I rock my hips back. When she retreats, wanting my tongue in her mouth, I give it to her in tandem with my cock in her pussy.
A Daddy and his little who got carried away on the couch, and now we’re fucking in the quiet cabin, nobody knowing our dirty little secret.
Nobody except Wyatt, who’s stroking himself slowly.
Show Daddy…
Would I have told her if he hadn’t brought it up?
I don’t know. But now that it’s out in the open, I’m rejoicing in it.
“Shh,” I growl in her ear, her nipples grazing my chest with each thrust. “You have to be quiet for Daddy.”
She’s a perfect little church mouse, but she nods and presses her lips together.
“Good girl.” I groan as I work my hips faster, fucking her into the couch. “I’ll give you back to Wyatt, full of my come. We’ll trade you back and forth all weekend. Fill you up. I want you in my bed tonight. Be my little girl all night. Let Daddy fuck you, while we’re all alone at the cabin.”
“Wyatt, too?”
“You want to sleep between us?” I roar at the thought, fucking her right next to Wyatt in the big king-sized bed in my room. Trading her back and forth until she’s shaking and exhausted, and then maybe one more turn.
“Both of you,” she whimpers. “Need you.”
I kiss her hard, then rear up, hauling her legs around my waist. I’m half kneeling on the couch, one foot planted on the floor, and I’m using her body like a cocksleeve now.
Gentle was a lie.
Gentle was the promise to get her to take me. Gentle isn’t what she needs.
I squeeze her hips, her waist, holding her tight as I pound into her. She looks so pretty like this. Stretched open, full of cock. Little tits jiggling, thighs shaking.
Eyes still wide, gaze locked on where I’m sinking into her body over and over again.
Right below her hard little clit, standing at attention.
I curve one of my hands over her belly, bringing my thumb to her clit, and I add a rolling stroke there.
Her eyes roll back, and her mouth falls open.
There.
That’s my girl. Our girl. Sexy little thing just needed Daddy’s cock in her belly, his thumb on her clit, and the right—thrust—fucking—deeper thrust—pace.
With a cry, she seizes around me, inside and out. She locks her thighs around my waist, pulling me deeper into her, and her cunt convulses, milking my release out of me with a matching shout.
When she sags, her body sated, I hitch her hips up, tilting her pelvis so I can watch my cock slowly pulse in her opening. I don’t want to pull out, but there’s another instinct warring with my desire to stay inside her forever.
I need to see it. Proof we both filled her up. Our seed, mixed together.
Of course, it’ll all look the same. I’ve probably fucked Wyatt’s come deep into the walls of her pussy by now.
But symbolically, I know we’re both there.
This morning, she was our hot little virgin. And now… Now, we’ve both claimed her.
My heart hammers in my chest. We get to do it again tonight. And tomorrow morning.
I will get to be her Daddy for at least one more day before I need to give her to Wyatt and return to real life.