Chapter 9
9
Emily
C hristian’s been acting weird lately. I thought we’d reached a truce, seeing that he enjoyed the hearty stew I made last night. He actually thanked me for my efforts, and said he appreciated the gesture.
But something’s changed, and it happened in the blink of an eye. We settled in for the night, and I fell asleep almost immediately, tired from scrubbing, cooking, and cleaning all day. The next morning, the alpha male appeared for his morning run, but he wouldn’t talk to me at breakfast, not even to compliment my apple flapjacks. He wouldn’t meet my eyes either. When I spoke to him, he grunted something in return, and then immediately disappeared out the door and into the woods.
It was like that for lunch and dinner too. Christian was a wall of non-responsiveness, and I gave up because there was nothing I could do. Now, it’s time for sleep, and I’m warm and rosy after my evening shower. I stand at the foot of the sofa before plumping the cushion that I use as a pillow. My favorite sleep t-shirt is on, transparent and soft from years of use, and I slide onto the couch before pulling the thick woolen blanket over my curves. Who knows what Christian Degas is doing right now? A light glows from the crack beneath the bedroom door, and I can hear the faint clacking of his keyboard. Fine, he’s a workaholic. I get it. It’s not my business, and I close my lashes, resolving to get some rest.
But sometime during the middle of the night, my eyes fly open because there’s a person in the room. I can feel it, even in the darkness. Someone’s here.
A low growl sounds, almost tortured in its tone.
“Emily,” a deep voice rasps. “Shit, baby. Please wake up.”
I sit up, the blanket falling from my chest to reveal my big breasts, almost visible beneath the thin t-shirt.
“Who’s there?” I whisper, trying to see in the darkness. “Who is that?”
“It’s me,” a low moan sounds. “I need to see you, baby. These past two days have turned me into a fucking beast.”
My eyes begin to adjust and I make out a huge shape in the living room. It’s Christian! He’s towering and massive, standing about ten feet away right outside the bedroom. Those blue eyes flash as he takes in my creamy curves and disheveled blonde hair.
“You’re so gorgeous, baby girl,” he whispers in a pained voice, harsh streaks of strain visible against his high cheekbones. “I can’t resist, sweetheart. Please, let me see.”
A feminine intuition takes over, and I know immediately what Christian’s asking. There’s been a vibration in the air whenever we’re in the same room, and he’s avoided looking at me whenever possible, responding in grunts as his eyes slide away from my form. But now, I know why he’s been so standoffish, and the minx inside takes over. Slowly, I kick off the blanket before lying back on the couch on my elbows, my curvaceous form barely covered by the thin fabric of my nightshirt.
“Is this what you want, Daddy?” I ask in a throaty tone. “Tell me what would make you feel good.”
His blue eyes practically glow in the moonlight shading the room.
“I want to see everything, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Take it off.”
I obey immediately, shimmying out of the sleep shirt so that I’m wearing only a tiny purple thong that barely covers the patch between my legs. Christian nods as he eats me up, his blue eyes practically glowing in the dark.
“All of it, baby girl. I want to see everything.”
With a sweet smile, I slide the sides of the g-string down before removing the material altogether. But before I can discard the panties, Christian holds out a big hand.
“Give them here.”
I place them in his palm and to my surprise, the huge man lifts the fabric to his nose and inhales deeply, our eye contact electric.
“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart,” he moans. “Insanely fragrant and so fucking sexy. Now part your legs, baby. Let me see it.”
Oh my god, is he serious? Are we really doing this? But instead of feeling vulnerable or scared, I feel womanly and sexy. This man wants me, and the truth is that he’s the most commanding, demanding, and charismatic alpha male I’ve ever met in my life. His form is massive and masculine as he towers over me from a great height, his body hard, and his eyes eating up every inch of my curvy body.
My insides gush, and I let out a low moan as my thighs part on their own to reveal the pinkness of my puffy pussy. His gaze sears the damp folds as I cup my big breasts, holding them out in offering to the huge man while giving him a coy smile.
“Is this what you want, Daddy?” I whisper in an innocent tone. “Or would you like to see more?”
His reply is immediate.
“More, baby girl. Lift your legs towards the ceiling and show me everything. I want to see every inch of that fucking pinkness.”
I gasp while staring into that commanding blue gaze because where is this going? Our sexy play is becoming obscene! But Christian’s expression becomes harsh as his stare intensifies.
“ Now ,” he rasps. “Do it.”
Immediately, I obey, lifting my legs in the air so that my toes point straight up. I cup my thighs to maintain my balance, and Christian literally snarls then.
“Higher,” he rasps. “Show me that tight little asshole, you fucking slut.”
Oh my god, is he joking? But one look at his ravenous expression, and I know he’s dead serious. This is an alpha male staking his claim, and oh my god, but is that his cock in his hand? Sure enough, the ten inch member is out and it’s glorious. The huge shaft is rock hard, with a gleaming, dripping tip. His palm slides up and down the shaft, massaging the veins along the sides, and as I watch, a bead of pre-come forms at the head before slipping down to lube his hand. Oh my god, oh my god! My pussy pulses as I stare and Christian lets out a low, throaty laugh.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he grinds out. “I’ll let you try it out if you want. But first, show me your asshole, baby. I want to see that tight bottom.”
Inhaling unsteadily, I do as he asks. Cupping the backs of my thighs, I roll my hips up even higher, and then spread my legs so that my back pucker is on display. The pleats feel so exposed, but I know Christian wants more, and of their own accord, my hands slide down until I’ve got a big white buttock in each palm. Then, I pull apart the creamy orbs to reveal my puffy slit, as well as the tight, enticing divot of my anus.
“Like this, Daddy?” I breathe. “Is this what you want?”
Christian doesn’t move for an instant, but then he’s on me. The man buries his head between my legs and licks me all the way from anus to clit before circling his tongue around my hard nub. I lose control as my eyes roll back in my head.
“Ohhhh!” I scream. “Aieee!”
Christian ignores me and keeps going. The man spreads my labia with his fingers, revealing my internal pink, and then lets out a low groan of desire before licking up one side of my pussy, across my clit, and then licking down the other.
“Oh!” I scream again as I gush hotly. “Mmmm!”
Christian drinks my fluids, fastening his mouth to my hole while swallowing furiously.
“You taste so fucking good, baby girl,” he rasps. “Your honey’s addictive.”
I can’t hear him at this moment because I’m utterly overtaken with desire. Sure, I’ve been with a few boys before but it was never like this. They were gangly and awkward, and hardly even knew what to do. By contrast, Christian is hung, experienced, and intense. He’s hell-bent on eating pussy and does it like it’s his job, moaning with appreciation while sucking on my clit.
“Christian,” I pant, lifting my head slightly to look down at him. “I’m going to... I’m going to...”
His blue eyes gleam up at me.
“Come on my face, baby. Turn it into a fucking waterslide. Let go and enjoy yourself.”
My body obeys the alpha male immediately. A massive tidal wave overcomes my form, my back arching almost all the way off the couch as hot tremors shake my cunt.
“Oh!” I scream again. “Daddy, yes! Yes, yes, yes!”
Christian rides with me through the orgasm. He licks, sucks, and pets my pussy, crooning words of praise as my eyes roll to the back of my head, showing the whites. My cunt spasms against his mouth, gushing fluids, but the alpha male doesn’t let a single drop get away. He licks me through it all, swallowing every ounce of fluid like it’s the best nectar he’s ever tasted.
When I finally come down from the high, I look at him and gasp, seeing his square jaw gleaming and slick with my pussy juice.
“Oh my god,” I say faintly, coloring in the darkness. “I didn’t mean—”
The mountain man cuts me off, rising to cover me with his huge body. His mouth takes my own in a deep kiss, and to my surprise, I can taste my pussy fluids on his tongue.
“You were incredible,” he rasps. “So sexy and responsive, baby. Do you think you’re ready for it now?”
There’s no question what he’s referring to because his massive cock is pressed against my belly, insistent with need. I look up into his blue eyes, and there’s nothing I’ve ever wanted more in my life. I want to be crammed full of his hardness, my womanly curves filled with his masculine intensity. Yet a tremor of anxiety runs through my pelvis, and I bite my lip hesitantly.
“Yes, Daddy, I’m ready. But be gentle, okay? I’ve ... well, I’ve never done this before.”
Christian goes stock still over me, supporting his massive weight on his elbows. Those blue eyes become intense, devouring my own.
“What do you mean?” he rasps.
Suddenly, I grow embarrassed and tears fill my eyes. My hands flutter to a stop against his broad shoulders and I turn my head towards the pillow, unable to meet his penetrating gaze.
“Well, there were boys in high school, but we never did it,” I say in a tremulous whisper. “I mean, they wanted to but I never let them, so it’s my first time,” I finish, my voice practically inaudible now. “I’m sorry. I know this isn’t what you want.”
Christian lets out a low rumble, his big hand turning my chin so that I have no choice but to look at him.
“No, baby, this is what I want. You are what I want, and knowing you’ve never been with a man makes it even more precious. Thank you, sweetheart, for gifting me with your innocence. I’ll go slow,” he promises in a throaty voice. “It might kill me, but I’ll be gentle.”
Then, he knees my thighs even further apart with his own, his masculine form huge, heavy, and hot above me. His tip nudges against my small opening, and I inhale sharply, looking up at Christian’s masculine features, eyes wide. Is it just me, but does tenderness fill his gaze? He seems to soften a bit at seeing my nerves, and drops his lips to brush against my own in a soft kiss.
“Relax,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Put your legs around my hips, baby. It’s going to be fine.”
I do as he commands, opening myself even wider as his cockhead sinks slowly between my vaginal lips.
“Ooooh,” I moan breathily, closing my eyes for a moment. Christian kisses me again, talking me through the penetration.
“You’re doing great,” he croons. “You’re tight, juicy, and fucking drenched, baby. It’s going to be fine.”
He ducks his head to suck at a big breast, and I cry out because it feels so good! Hot darts of desire go straight from my nipple to my cunt, and before I realize it, his cock’s sinking even deeper into my womanly wetness.
“Ohhh,” I sigh, straining a bit.
“I need to stretch you out,” Christian rasps while circling his hips to the left, and then to the right. “You’re small, baby, and don’t get me wrong because the tightness feels so fucking good. But you need to be stretched all the same.”
A small wince of pain crosses my features because the mountain man is being gentle, but it doesn’t completely make up for the fact that he’s just huge. My vag feels strained and every part of me feels taken as he sinks further and further into my innocent sweetness.
“Ohhhh,” I moan again, squirming a bit at his penetration. “It hurts!”
“I know, baby,” he soothes, kissing me again as his big body tightens and hardens above me, shaking a bit with the strain of going slow. “You’re doing great,” he croons again. “So fucking sweet and sexy. Are you ready for it?” Then, without waiting for my reply, his hips punch forward, breaking my internal barrier, and suddenly, I’m filled to the brim with that massive shaft. My pussy is crammed completely full with hard, hungry dick, and I scream before Christian muffles it with his kiss.
“So young,” he breathes in a worshipful tone. “So innocent and sexy. But I know you have a hungry cunt, sweetheart, and you need Daddy’s hard, filthy fucks to relieve the tension. Isn’t that right? What girl would shave her pretty pussy otherwise? Because she wants to please her Daddy.”
What the hell? I’m obviously shaved and hairless, but has the alpha male been spying on me? I stare up at him, eyes wide, and he grins down at me, a smirk on those handsome features.
“Fuck yeah, I saw you in the shower,” he intones while beginning to move his hips. “You’re a naughty, naughty girl, you know that? Lifting your leg up to shave that tender puss. You were getting yourself ready for Daddy, weren’t you? Just like a good little girl.”
I know I should be offended by his spying but the fact is that I feel aroused. I want this man to watch me when I’m nude, slick, and wet. I want him to see the pinkness of my pussy, and then stare hard as I show him my back pucker. I want him to turn me around and claim my curves as his, ejaculating deep inside my fertile womb. So I merely squeeze my internal muscles around his hardness before snaking my arms around that bronzed neck.
“Yes, I was shaving for you, Daddy,” I whisper throatily. “Come join me in the shower the next time if you want. I promise I’ll make you happy.”
Christian goes stock still for a moment at my dirty invitation, but then he lets out a possessive rumble before seizing my mouth with his own. His hips begin to churn, taking my innocence in a frenzy, as he fucks me hard and solid.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “I had no idea you were such a slut, Emily. Oh fuck fuck fuck.”
“I’m a slut for you, Daddy,” I reply without thinking, my voice becoming a high whine as he pounds into my swollen folds. “Mmmm, yes, it feels so good! You’re stretching me out so hard, Daddy, ohhh!”
“Unnnh,” he groans in return. “Oh shit, baby, you feel amazing. You’re so tight and young, and oh shit, Emily! Shit shit shit FUCK!”
His cock jerks inside my wet pussy, and hot fluids spill into my insides, the evidence of his pleasure. That big body goes tense above me, his abs straining as he empties himself, virile lashes of man milk pulsing into my interior.
“FUCK!” the mountain man roars, staking his claim. “Shit!”
Meanwhile, I’ve also soared over the edge. My pussy clenches as I wail, before dissolving into a series of pleasurable spasms.
“Oh oh oh!” I scream, clutching those broad shoulders tight. “Mmm!”
We explode like fireworks, my body overcome with the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. I soar and scream again, unable to control my reactions as ripples pulse through my tiny twat, milking his hard shaft as he spurts and roars.
“Yes, just like that,” he rasps, still pumping like a madman. “Get every drop, baby. Fill your pussy with my come.”
I shriek again, overtaken with utter desire for this man. Christian Degas is filthy, nasty, and oh-so-dirty, but he’s also sexy beyond belief with that huge body and massive fuckrod that takes no prisoners. He continues to ejaculate inside, spraying my fertile fields with lash after lash of virile seed when suddenly, realization strikes.
“Pull out!” I scream, my eyes opening wide. “Oh my god, Daddy, pull out, pull out! I’m not on anything! You have to pull out!”
Somehow, during the ecstasy of our first time together, I forgot to mention that I’m not on birth control. But it’s too late because Christian’s already dropped a massive load of churning come, and he doesn’t bother to heed my words. If anything, he buries his face in the crook of my neck and finishes spurting, letting the last drops of ejaculate dribble off into my clenching twat.
Finally, we still, panting and sweaty, and he lifts his head to look into my panicked gaze.
“I’m not on birth control,” I babble again, unable to hide my panic. “Oh my god, what do we do?”
The alpha male drops his head and kisses me, still buried tight in my sweet folds.
“It’s fine, baby. I’ll get you the morning after pill. You’ll be okay, don’t worry about it,” he soothes. “You were so fucking sweet and innocent, Emily, that I couldn’t stop. I’m sorry about that, baby, but I promise I’ll make it right for you.”
Then, he kisses me again, and I kiss him back because I trust this man. Being in Christian Degas’s arms is like home ... and as he smiles down at me on this moonlit night, somehow I know that he feels the same.