Chapter 8
eight
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Lucas
I've spent weeks building walls, constructing barriers, fighting what I wanted most. And with one whispered "Daddy" from those perfect lips, every defense crumbles to dust. Kate's body is warm and pliant against mine, her mouth sweet and eager beneath my own.
I'm drowning in her—in the vanilla scent of her skin, the soft curves of her body, the little whimpers she makes when I bite her lower lip.
Some distant part of my brain is still screaming that this is wrong, that she's too young, too innocent, that her father trusted me to protect her.
But that voice grows fainter with each passing second, drowned out by the roaring of blood in my ears and the desperate need to make her mine in every way possible.
"Kate," I groan against her neck, my hips pushing involuntarily against her core. "We should stop."
Even as I say it, I'm sliding my hands up her thighs, bunching her dress around her waist, exposing her completely to my touch. She's bare underneath, just as I discovered moments ago. The knowledge makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper.
"No," she says, voice firm despite the breathlessness.
Her hands find my face, forcing me to look at her. Those hazel eyes are clear, determined, filled with a need that matches my own.
“My pussy is wet, Daddy. Please help me.”
I’m gone. “Gonna give my little girl what she needs, and what she needs is her daddy’s big cock inside her, isn’t it?
” I lift her easily, carrying her to the oversized armchair in the corner of the room.
She moans at my words, her eyes glazing over.
I sit down, settling her on my lap so she's straddling me, her core pressed directly against the rigid length of my cock.
"Christ," I hiss at the contact, even through my jeans. "Do you feel what you do to me? How fucking hard I am for you?"
She nods, biting her lower lip as she experimentally rocks against me. Even through denim, I can feel how wet she is, her arousal soaking through to my jeans. The knowledge that she wants me this much, that she's this ready for me, makes me lightheaded with need.
"Every night, I touch myself thinking about you,” she confesses, her hands sliding under my t-shirt, exploring the ridged muscles of my abdomen.
"Fuck," I groan, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements against me. "Tell me what you think about. Tell me what you want me to do to you."
Her cheeks flush pink, but her eyes hold mine boldly. "I think about you holding me down. About your voice in my ear, telling me I'm a good girl while you…while you fuck me."
The crude word on her innocent lips nearly undoes me. I thrust up against her, grinding my cock against her center, watching her eyes widen at the friction.
"Say it," I command, voice dropping to a growl. "Say what you called me before."
She knows exactly what I need. "Daddy," she breathes, the word like a match to gasoline. "Please."
My control fractures completely. I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, one hand moving between us to unfasten my jeans. She lifts up slightly to give me room, watching with wide eyes as I free my cock from its confines. It springs up between us, thick and hard and already leaking at the tip.
"Oh," she whispers, staring at my length with something between awe and trepidation. "You're so big."
Then she bites her lip and looks at me with big, worried eyes. “Will it fit?”
“It’ll fit, baby. Daddy’s gonna make it fit,” I promise, though it might kill me. “We’ll go slow. I don't want to hurt you."
She nods, trusting me completely, and the weight of that trust nearly breaks me. I position the head of my cock at her entrance, feeling the slick heat of her against my sensitive tip.
"Have you done this before?" I have to ask, need to know.
She shakes her head, confirming what I suspected. “Been waiting for you, daddy,” she whispers. "I've only ever wanted you."
The knowledge that I'll be her first—her only—sends a surge of possessive pleasure through me. I kiss her deeply, tenderly, trying to convey without words what this means to me.
"Hold onto me," I murmur against her lips. "If it hurts too much, tell me to stop."
She nods, arms wrapping around my neck, fingers threading into my hair. I grip her hips with one hand, guiding her down slowly onto my length. The head of my cock stretches her open, her virgin entrance giving way reluctantly to my size.
"Breathe," I coach her as I feel her tense. "Relax for me, princes. Let daddy into that tight little fuck hole.”
She takes a deep breath, her body softening slightly, getting wetter at my dirty talk, allowing me to push in another inch.
She's so tight, so wet, so perfect around me that it takes every ounce of restraint not to slam her down and bury myself to the hilt.
Sweat beads on my forehead. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire with the effort it takes not to come right here and now.
"That's it," I praise as she sinks further onto me. "Such a good girl for Daddy."
The words make her moan, her inner walls fluttering around my cock. "You like that?" I ask, though I already know the answer. "Like being Daddy's good girl?"
"Yes," she gasps, trembling as she takes more of me inside. "Yes, I want to be your good little girl.”
Christ almighty. I continue the slow penetration, whispering praise as she stretches to accommodate me. "So perfect. So tight for me. Taking Daddy's cock so well."
When I finally bottom out, fully seated inside her, we both groan at the sensation. I hold her there, giving her time to adjust to the fullness, to the stretch. Her eyes are wide, lips parted, breath coming in short pants.
"You okay, princess?” I ask, thumbs drawing circles on her hips.
She nods, shifting slightly, causing both of us to gasp as the movement changes the angle. "It doesn't hurt," she assures me. "It just feels...full. Perfect."
I kiss her again, slow and deep, matching the rhythm I want to set with my cock.
"Move when you're ready," I tell her. "Take what you need.
" God, this is going to kill me, but I want her first time to be good, so I hold back from every primal instinct inside me roaring at me to claim her hard and fast and dirty.
She rises experimentally, sliding up my length before lowering herself again with a soft cry. The friction is exquisite, her tight walls gripping me like a vise as she begins to find her rhythm.
I grit my teeth together, my eyes rolling back in my head. Not now. Can’t nut yet.
Fuuuck!
"That's it," I manage to growl out, guiding her with my hands on her hips. "Ride Daddy's cock. Show me how much you want it."
Her movements grow more confident, more fluid as she adjusts to my size, as pleasure begins to overtake discomfort. Her breasts bounce with each movement, visible through the thin material of her dress, and I can't resist pushing the straps down her shoulders to expose them fully.
“Oh god, look at Daddy’s perfect little titties,” I murmur, capturing one pink nipple in my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. “Bet these ripe little things have never been sucked either.”
“Lucas,” she moans, her pace increasing. "Oh god, it feels so good."
I pull back from her breast, giving her a stern look. "What do you call me when I’m inside you, princess?” I remind her, punctuating the question with a sharp thrust upward.
"Daddy!" she gasps, the word sending a jolt of pure need through my body. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
"Good girl," I praise, the words making her clench around me. "Such a good girl for Daddy."
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she whines as she licks my hair. “Please…”
I snap then. Can’t hold back any more. My hands gripping her ass as I thrust up into her, setting a pace that has her whimpering with each stroke. I hit a spot deep inside that makes her cry out, her nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt.
"There?" I ask, angling to hit it again.
"Yes," she sobs, trembling around me. "Right there, Daddy, please!"
I keep that angle, fucking her deep and steady, watching her face as pleasure overtakes her. Her eyes are glazed, cheeks flushed, lips parted as she pants my name—my title—over and over.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," she chants, the word becoming a prayer, a benediction.
I can feel her getting close, her inner walls fluttering around me, her thighs trembling where they bracket my hips. I slip a hand between us, thumb finding her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts.
"Come for me," I command, voice rough with need. "Come on Daddy's cock like a good girl. Let me see your first orgasm, pretty girl.”
She shatters at my words, her body convulsing around me, inner muscles clamping down on my length as she cries out my name. The sight of her—head thrown back, breasts bouncing, face transformed by pleasure that I'm giving her—nearly sends me over the edge. I hang on—but barely.
"Please," she begs when she can speak again, still trembling with aftershocks. "Please come inside me, Daddy. I want to feel it. Want to be yours completely."
Her words destroy the last of my control.
I thrust up hard, burying myself to the hilt as my orgasm tears through me.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Making Daddy bust inside this tiny thing. Fuuuck!” I roar as I come deep inside her virgin pussy, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.
My vision whites out at the edges, pleasure so intense it borders on pain coursing through my body as I fill her with hot spurts of seed.
"Mine," I growl against her throat, teeth scraping sensitive skin.
"Yours," she agrees, arms wrapped tight around me as I pulse inside her. "Always yours, Daddy."
We stay like that, connected, her forehead pressed against mine, our breathing gradually slowing. The magnitude of what we've done—what we've become to each other—settles over me. There's no going back now. No pretending this never happened. No returning to the man I was before I claimed her.
It’s done. Consequences be damned.