Hannah
I’m barely conscious but I know I’m safe.
Sore. But, safe.
Dietrich’s heart beats against mine as he humms and strokes my hair, his thick erection still pulsing inside me. My body is slick with sweat and there’s a wincing pain between my legs but I’m comforted and content.
I vibrate as he groans and it resonates down into my core. His thick chest heaves up and down as his damp silver and black chest hair rasps on my breasts.
Who have I become in less that two days?
Did Hannah just lose her virginity to a strange man pretending to be her father?
Or was it Jamie playing a part?
More pornography than what I thought the part would be, but I’m oddly settled about it all.
The agony and excitement churn inside me as his thick cock keeps me spread wide, the tickling in my clit growing as he rocks me against him.
I wiggle and adjust, finding a spot that’s not as hot and sore as I let the sensations roll through me.
Excitement.
Shame.
Lust.
Confusion.
Hope.
As his hands travel up and down my back, I flex my inner muscles, the tangled tension in my center yearning for more of what he has.
“Daddy?” I whisper into his chest as the scent of salty sweat and liquid sex climbs in the air.
“Yes, baby?”
I tilt back as he lowers his chin to look into my face.
“More.”
I barely get the word out before Dietrich has me up and off the bed.
“You see that?” He nods toward the sheets as he slips out of me in one wet sloppy gush of our combined pleasure. “You let me take that bloody cherry of yours and now you’re asking for more?”
Dots of red and swirls of pink decorate the white fabric but the lust inside my head is still begging for more.
“Is that bad?”
He shakes his head, the enormity of him coming into full focus as he takes my hand. “No, it’s proof that you will belong to me forever. You kept yourself just for me. Are you sure you want more?”
My nipples gather and tingle as the heady daddy daughter play comes back to me in seductive waves.
“I’m sure. I know there are lots of other ways to… You know… Do it.”
He raises a brow, that hint of a smile he so rarely gives making my heart patter against my sternum. “And what way is it my little girl wants to learn about next?”
I shrug, “Maybe, like you in back, me standing? Hands against the wall?”
“Jesus.” He closes his eyes and my heart drops, wondering if my request is silly or not possible. “I’m trying to get ahold of myself here. I was already too rough with you. I tore through that virgin hole of yours with a battering ram.”
I tug my lips together and push up on my toes. “I liked it. I never thought much about how my first time would go, but I think… Maybe I’m one of those girls that likes it a little rough. I mean, I had two orgasms and everyone says your first time is horrible. Didn’t feel horrible to me.”
I shrug.
Dietrich sweeps his arm around my waist, tugging me across the room, and shoves me against the drapery as he kicks my feet wide.
“You’re a naughty girl.” His voice deepens as rough fingers grab at my hips, angling them up and back like he did in the gazebo. “As long as you are only naughty for me, I’ll forgive you.”
Dietrich roars and his sex plunges into me from behind as my hands slide on the silk fabric that covers the window. He shoves my face onto the cloth-covered hard surface as his thickness enters me, making wet, sloppy sounds as our combined juices ease the way.
Truth is, I like seeing and feeling him come undone because of me. Knowing that it’s me that makes him come with such filthy cursing as though I’ve done something terrible feeds a dark seed inside of me that I’ve never revealed to anyone.
He drives into me like an animal, fury heating his breath on the back of my neck, my hair tangled in one hand as my body slips on the curtains with every stroke.
His balls slap against me as his other hand comes down in a hard smack on the side of my ass, making me cry out.
“You want another round of Daddy’s candy in that pussy, don’t you? You want to make sure I’m a fucking animal for you, mating you like a dog in the backyard under the moon.”
All I can do is grunt as his erection grows inside of me, the pin pricks of pain returning as he destroys me and turns me into someone new.
He’s impaling me with every inch, thrusting so hard, my feet come off the floor and the drapery slides under my hands and my chest. The chill of the glass replaces the silk and satin as Dietrich bellows behind me.
“Fuck, fuck, Daddy’s close, baby. Give me that sweet shower like last time. I want to feel you milk me like a good little kitten.”
Rough fingers pry my soft petals open from the front and grind onto my swollen clit while I slide back and forth on the window with a squeak, squeak, squeak.
As the pleasure swirls inside me, I push my hips back, giving Dietrich a deeper angle, when I look forward again, the drapes are now curtained around my shoulders as I look out on the lawn.
“Dietrich…” I stammer, trying to find the words to let him know what’s going on.
“I see it,” he grunts as he continues to fuck me hard and fast, grunting with his effort. “Let them look, little girl. You’re mine and I’ll fuck you all I want. Let the whole world see who you belong to.”
Margaret is staring up with shock and horror etched onto her face. The light in our room frames our bodies putting us on display in the darkness outside.
“Margaret,” I hiss.
He pulls back, and just as I think we are about to go into panic clean up mode, Dietrich growls into my ear.
“Nothing more we can do now but finish,” he huffs and pile drives his dick into me so hard, I’m lifted off my toes. “If you think I can stop now, you’re wrong. I’m putting a baby inside you tonight, little one. Daddy’s baby is gonna have a baby.”
He’s raw dog style humping me now. Hips bucking and teeth sending bolts of pain down my back as they dig into my shoulder.
I squeeze him with my inner muscles as his grunts get louder and louder.
My sweat makes the window slippery and it squeals and squeaks as I slip and slide, taking all Dietrich is giving.
He’s become my everything in less than two days. He’s my hope and my safe place. I barely know him but I know I can’t live without him. His enormous body grinds up and down my back as the sloppy sound of our sex fills the air.
“So close, a few more pumps and you get your prize…”
Boom, boom, boom
There’s a loud pounding on the door that freezes Dietrich inside me.
“Mr. Belotti?” It’s a man’s voice. “It’s Sargent Falco, LVPD.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dietrich grits out, his cock still thick and hard inside me. “What the fuck do you want?”
“We need you to open the door. I have the Margaret Malcolm here, I can enter, but I’m giving you the opportunity to open the door.”
“One minute,” he yells, sliding out of me as I gasp. “Stay here.”
I don’t have much choice, since my legs are non-functional at the moment. He returns with a white robe in his hand and a white towel around his waist, his massive hard on clear through the terry cloth fabric.
“Here.” He slips my arms into the robe and ties it at my waist, easing me over to the nearest chair and helping me sit. “You okay?”
I nod, breathless, barely worried that there are police at the door.
“Good girl, I have about thirty seconds…” He reaches into the opening of the towel, tugs out his angry looking hard on, then spits on the head and grips it with thick fingers. “Get your face down here. I’ve got some nice cream for you to wear.”
He tugs at the massive organ only a few times before he grunts curse words and strings of white cream spurt from the tip all over my cheeks, my nose and drip from my forehead.
“Fuck yeah…” he groans as another knock comes on the door.
“Mr. Belotti, I’m opening the door, or kicking it in.”
Dietrich gives me a grin, wraps his hands in my hair and tousles it around into a wild mess. “Perfect. You just sit there and be good. I’ll take care of whatever this bullshit is.”
My eyes widen as he opens the door. There are two uniformed officers standing there with Margaret, who is glaring at us with vicious eyes.
“He was having sex with his daughter!”
The two officers eye him suspiciously and flicker their attention to me before going back to Dietrich. “Is this true, sir?”
“No,” he huffs.
“Everyone saw you!” Margaret hisses. “You put on a show for God’s sake! You’ve embarrassed me and ruined the entire function. I want him put in prison and her as well! She’s an adult, it’s illegal. Incest.”
Dietrich winks at me then turns back to the officers, addressing them on a bored sigh. “You guys don’t give a warm pile of shit if I was balling her, do you?”
The police look at Margaret, then at each other, then they both seem to relax, hitching their thumbs into their belts. The taller one snaps his tongue on his teeth as the dark-haired shorter one clears his throat. “Technically, she’s right, it’s illegal. Is this your daughter, Mr. Belotti?”
“Only in spirit.” Dietrich tosses a smile my way and I blow him a kiss, then smirk at Margaret, forgetting for a moment that if Dietrich doesn’t get his deal done, I don’t get paid.
Margaret’s jaw drops, but then her mouth snaps shut and she shakes her head “That’s not true, he’s lying. Make him prove it.”
The cops roll their eyes and mutter to one another before asking, “Can we see some identification for you both?”
Dietrich motions for me to stay put while he goes into the bedroom, emerging with my wallet and pulls his own out of his trousers laying over the back of a chair. It only takes the police a moment to take a look then hand them back.
“That doesn’t prove anything! They could have different last names.”
“Young lady.” The taller one nods my way. “Is this man your biological father?”
I keep my eyes on Margaret, then answer. “No, but he is my Daddy.”
Dietrich’s chest fills and his smile tells me he’s proud and that’s worth this whole ridiculous moment.
Margaret is still standing there, fury clear in every detail of her face. “I can’t believe you. You’re both horrible. Get out of my house! Any business we possibly could have had is over. If you are not out in ten minutes, I’ll send security to escort you.”
“Whatever you say, Marg. Ten minutes probably isn’t enough for us to finish,” Dietrich says as I click my tongue in my cheek and shoot her with double barrel finger guns.
Then Dietrich slams the door in her face.