Chapter 23
Chapter twenty-three
“Please let me help…Daddy.”
All rational thought leaves my brain the moment she says those words.
Every encounter we’ve had plays through my head like a crescendo leading up to this moment.
The way her delicate fingers send tingles through my body every time they touch me.
The way her mouth molds to mine when we kiss.
The way she fell apart so beautifully in my arms when she came days ago.
She knew what those words would do. I could tell by the little twinkle in her eye and her smirk that she knew exactly what she was doing. I should’ve mounted her right then and there for being such a little brat. Painted the goddamn snow with her virgin blood as I tore into her tight little cunt.
I’m damn near jogging as I make my way up to my bed with my wife thrown over my shoulder.
I can hear her squealing from behind me, her words barely intelligible as she pleads for me to set her down.
I’m done with her clever little taunts. She asked for this, and I’m more than fucking ready to oblige.
Regardless of whether she fully knew what she was asking for or not.
Reaching the top of the stairs, I glance down the hall that leads to her suite. A room she’ll never sleep in again. She’ll be warming my bed for the rest of her life, and if she protests, I’ll chain her to it.
It doesn’t take any time before I’m kicking through my door, tearing her coat off, and throwing her on the bed.
Our bed. She squeaks again when she hits the mattress.
By the time she’s stopped bouncing, I’ve managed to rid myself of my pants.
Her gaze turns from surprise to pure lust as I stride toward her, my painfully hard cock bobbing with each step, eager to fill her up.
Reaching the bed, I grab her ankle, pulling her toward me just enough to be able to find the waistband of her yoga pants.
In one quick motion, I pull her pants and panties off.
I can see the outline of her pink nipples pebbled beneath her thin cotton tank top.
Reaching up, I rip the flimsy fabric right down the middle, her perky breasts springing free as her chest heaves with her deep breaths.
Her mouth opens, but before she can say a word, I flip her over onto her stomach, pulling the ripped top down to her wrists to bind them together.
I place a hand on the small of her back to calm her shaking, as I use my other to fist my cock.
Lining the tip up to her entrance, I can’t help the groan that escapes me when I feel how soaked she is.
I ease my head in slowly, just enough to stabilize myself so I can let go and use my free hand to push her head down into the mattress before I…
Thrust.
“Fuuuucking fuck.” I growl, throwing my head back once I’m buried to the hilt. I’ve never felt anything so tight in my life.
Her screams are muffled as I drive forward, the force of my thrust pushing her even further into the comforter.
I know it hurt her. I could feel myself prying open her walls as I breached her forbidden channel.
It’s a fight for my life not to immediately start fucking into her, but I want to give her a moment to adjust to my size.
“Oh, my poor girl, does that hurt?” She tries her best to nod with my hand forcing her head down.
As I lean forward to whisper in her ear, the angle forces me deeper, resulting in more screaming and squirming beneath me.
“Fucking good. It should hurt because you saved it for me, didn’t you? Because it belongs to Daddy.”
Her deep, animalistic scream echoes as she clenches around me.
“You need to get used to this cock, and quickly, wife, because you're going to be full of me more often than not,” I say, pulling away and giving her a few half thrusts. She’s wetter with every stroke, and it doesn’t take long before she calms, her frantic screams transforming into moans of pleasure.
“Isn’t this what you wanted, little girl? You wanted Daddy in this pussy, right? You wanted it so badly that you pushed and pushed. Now, you're going to lie there and fucking take it.”
With that, I plunge into her with all the force I have. I’ve given up on trying to hold her face down since it's hardly softening the sounds of her moans. Combined with the sound of our skin slapping as her wetness coats my cock and the bed, it’s music to my ears.
“You want to know how to help Daddy with stress? It’s just like this. Letting me fuck into that tight little cunt of yours as hard as I want. Whenever I want, Katarina. There won't be an inch of this estate where you'll be safe from me.”
She grips me like a vise at my words. “Oh, do you like it when Daddy talks to you like that? You do, because you’re my dirty little girl, aren’t you, Katarina? You get off on the thought of letting Daddy have his way with you?”
I know she can’t talk right now. Not with how fast I’m fucking into her.
But she’s trying her best to nod. And her cunt is about to cut my blood flow off by how hard it’s squeezing me.
It feels so fucking good. Better than anything has ever felt.
In fact, I didn’t know pussy could even be this good. Still, something is missing.
Looking down at my tiny wife, writhing on the bed beneath me, I realize I need more of her.
I need her eyes and her mouth. I need her hands on me.
I need her skin. Her chest against mine so that I can feel her heart pounding in a synchronized rhythm to my own as we bring each other to the edge of release.
After I make fast work of untying her arms, I pull out of her slowly, fighting my better judgment with every inch to stay buried inside her forever. I’m barely out for ten seconds, but it feels like a lifetime.
I quickly turn her over and pick her up, holding her weight with one arm while my other hand guides her back down on my dick.
She’s so light in my arms, so easy to move up and down my length.
My own little personal sex doll, but with a beating pulse and a hot little pussy that clings to my cock for dear life as I bring her down to meet every thrust.
“Mmm, Kitten, you're crying so prettily for me. Does it still hurt?” I say, licking away her tears one by one. “Because nothing's ever been in your pussy before, has it? And Daddy's too big…”
I grab the back of her head, fisting her hair in my hand and bring it toward me, driving my tongue into her mouth the second our lips meet, stealing her moans and whimpers. Her hands are everywhere on me, scratching, grabbing, rubbing. I want to be able to do the same.
“Umph!” She breathes as I slam her into the wall, freeing up one of my hands to run over her perfect, soft body.
For the first time since this started, I pause to take her in.
She’s the definition of debauched. Her hair is a tangled mess, her face is flushed, and her eyes are hooded. She’s stunning.
I can't stop looking into her eyes. I'm not...I've never. Fuck. I want to stare at my wife until she knows every piece of my soul. I want hers. I want to break her on my cock until she aches if she's not full of me.
I slow my thrusts, angling my hips so that I hit both her clit and that sweet spot inside that has her shaking every time I rub across it. I can feel fluttering around me as her body tenses.
I didn’t expect her to come this first time, but I can feel how close she is.
Breaking my pace, I drive into her as hard as I can.
This time, when I’m buried as deep as I can go, she doesn’t scream.
Instead, the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard falls from her lips as her eyes roll back. “Fuuuck, Daddy…yeeesss.”
The pictures rattle as I fuck her into the wall like a rabid animal, groping and biting every part of her I can reach, but I can’t bring myself to stop.
She’s fucking begging me for more. Moaning my name.
Calling me Daddy. “Please, He-Henry. Harder, right there. Oh God, yes! More Daddy, more. Harder, faster. Fuck! Yes, Daddy. Oh God, yes!”
I’m about to lose my resolve. My balls tighten as they slap against her ass, tingling with every thrust.
“You're squeezing me so tight. Do you want something? You want my cum, Kitten?”
She’s barely holding it together, her words broken. “Thought…you…didn’t…witho…condom.”
Shit, I haven’t had one thought about that this whole time.
I’ve never gone bare before, but I knew the moment I pulled off her pants that I wasn’t going to have anything separating me from her.
And why should I? I didn’t think much further than that, but looking down at my wife, writhing on my dick, all I want to do is fill her up.
“You’re my goddamn wife, Katarina. Mine. Nobody’s ever been inside this perfect cunt other than me, and nobody ever will. I’m going to fill your pussy up with so much fucking cum, little girl…”
“Not…on…birth…”
Her entire body shakes because she’s right there.
“I know,” I whisper in her ear, pinching her clit as I bring my lips to hers, kissing her with every ounce of passion I have to give.
“Goddammit, fuck!” I growl, pulling away from her mouth as she detonates in my arms, ripping my own orgasm from me. My cock pulses, shooting ropes of hot cum inside her.
When she finishes screaming her release, I carry her to the side of our bed, still buried inside her, admiring the way she trambles after the first orgasm she's ever had with something inside her. After I lay her down, I place a hand on each of her perfect thighs. I squeeze, then trail my thumbs higher to spread her open. Fuck. Her inner walls are gripping me so tightly that it’s hard to pull out.
Just a little bit of fluid leaks from where we’re connected, a creamy pink… her blood mixed with my cum.
As I finally pull all the way out, she winces, but I’m mesmerized by the evidence of the consummation of our marriage.
I’ve never seen my cum inside anyone before, and I feel a caveman buried deep in the back of my brain roar.
My wife’s pussy is red and swollen but still looks so small compared to what I know was just buried deeply inside.
She’s so pink and cute that I can’t help myself.
This is my reward for being the first to have her, and I want it.
Before I can question myself, I tell her not to move as I reach for the pocket of my pants, long forgotten at the side of the bed.
Leaving no angle unphotographed, I capture my essence leaking out of this perfect woman.
Fuck, that’s beautiful. I doubt a day will ever go by that I don’t look at these pictures.
Pushing on her thighs to open her up more for me, I lean down and lick some of our juices that have escaped and dripped down her thighs.
Christ. I’ll have to be careful, or I’ll be addicted to the coppery taste of her blood. As big as I am, this might not be the only time she bleeds…
Using my middle finger to gather the rest of what’s leaking, I gently push it back inside where it belongs. I know she’s sore, but I can’t stand the sight of it escaping. Once I’m satisfied, I look up at my wife.
We’re both covered in a sheen of perspiration from our exertion, panting, hearts beating out of control. “You’re such a good fucking girl,” I say, wiping strands of hair stuck to her face.
Taking my hand in hers, she brings my fingers to her mouth and sucks them to the back of her throat. The vision of her lips wrapped around my cock makes me insatiable. My cock never really softened after I came, and now it’s back to needing a release.
“Fuck!” I say, throwing my head back, but before I can collect my thoughts, I feel her trying to get up.
“Where do you think you’re going, little girl? I’m not even close to being done with you. I’ll let you pick the next hole I fill, but your pussy is already swollen and damn near bruised, so I highly suggest either your mouth or ass.”
Katarina freezes, and I growl, “You pick or I do.”
“Mouth,” she says, barely louder than a whisper. “But I don't…”
Before she can finish her thought, I flip her around so that her head hangs off the mattress. Fuck, she’s a masterpiece laid out in front of me.
“I’ll teach you how I like to be sucked off later. Right now, just keep your mouth open so I can fuck your tight little throat.”
That’s all the warning she gets before I’m thrusting into her, and my dirty girl does a great job of flattening her tongue and breathing through her nose.
She gags as I thrust deeper, but she keeps her jaw wide and teeth away from my shaft.
I feel a white-hot bolt of rage down my spine, and reach forward to place a hand around her throat.
Squeezing, I growl out, “Your throat is almost as good a cocksleeve as your cunt, Katarina. If I didn’t know for a fact that nobody had ever touched you, I wouldn’t believe you’ve never had a dick there before.”
She tries to mumble something, but she’s cut off as I stop holding back and truly let go, rutting into her. She probably can’t breathe, but she’s going to have to wait. I’m so close, and I…
My vision goes hazy as I feel her touch. I forgot she wasn’t tied up, and I’ve never allowed anyone to touch me or look at me before. My rules apply at all times during scenes, not just during sex.
My wife’s little hands explore. One massages my ass cheek, digging in with her nails, and the other…
fuck me, the other has found my balls. Once, twice, by the third time she’s caressed them and applied the slightest bit of pressure, I’m on the edge.
Glancing down, I see her eyes looking at me, filled with tears but also with love, devotion, and passion.
Before I can stop myself, I’m roaring my orgasm as I come deep down her throat.
Even with no warning, she swallows it like the perfect girl she is.
I can’t remember the last time I came that hard twice in under half an hour, but I’ve also never allowed someone to have so much of me.
Pulling gently out of her mouth, I see that she’s shivering, but still looking up at me, never breaking eye contact.
“You did so good for me, my perfect girl. Let’s get you into the bath, Kitten,” I whisper, picking her up and carrying her into my bathroom.
She’s given me the greatest gift, the most transcendent experience of my life, and it’s time to make sure she feels as cherished as she should.
It’s time for her to understand she is mine and she is loved.