Larissa
Istare at each tendon and muscle, raising and lowering as he shifts his weight, climbing over me like a mountain of lust and danger. His eyes burn with fury. I can see the tension under his skin, the way his jaw muscles clench.
The first tickle of his cock head brushes against my already swollen and soaking slit. He runs the head through the length of my sensitive, pink strip, from clit to soaking entrance as he teases me with the giant swollen tip.
My flesh is washed again in a fury of tingling and carnal need, my neck arching back, my eyes closed, and I pray for him to just push, push. I don’t care about pain right now.
“You want Daddy’s cock?”
His jaguar eyes are narrow, just slits, as he lowers to hold himself above me, his cock right there, taunting me.
Tension grips every muscle in my body, the skin on my legs alive like a thousand dancing fingers are playing a concerto over me.
“Yes…please.”
Like a child begging for a pardon from some impending punishment, there is nothing that I need more right now than to feel the pressure, the force, opening me and filling me.
I meet his eyes as they lock onto my face, and I see his lips open, a deep breath pulled in as his chest fills.
In a lust-crazed haze, I drive my hips upward, every part of me focused on drawing him inside, a primal drive unlike anything I have ever felt.
His hard body teeters, humming with power, hovering over me, his hips settling into the apex of my thighs.
What is he waiting for? God, please…
Tears spring to my eyes, the urgency is so intense, but finally, God, finally, that brilliant pressure begins as he pushes inside.
I wince and hiss.
One inch, his cock fully engorged and hard as a steel rod. I only wish I could touch it, feel the skin, taste his flavor.
“Tell Daddy you want him inside you. Tell me what you need…” His deep voice rumbles from somewhere in his chest as he holds his cock steady, barely breaching my opening as I pulse around him, trying to pull him into me.
“God…” I raise my head to look down, to see where our bodies are connected. “God, please, I want it inside me. Please, Daddy, fuck me, I can’t wait. Please…”
“You are mine now…” He growls. “I’ll do whatever I want to you. With you. You’ll never say no to me.” His grimace tells me it isn’t a question, and right now I’d say yes to him flailing my flesh from my bones as long as he fucks me.
The first thrust breaks open a level of stinging pain inside my body like a hundred angry bees.
I scream, but Daddy drives his cock forward, hips arching, then pulls back, drawing his power to thrust again.
I feel the thickness of his cock stretch and push, barely able to drive forward half his length.
“I can’t be gentle. I’m sorry, little finch, I can’t stop.”
His face is a grimace, his arms shaking as he rocks into me with all his force. I can hear the sound of his ragged breaths, his eyes narrow and unflinching as he watches my face. The pain shoots through me like a knife as his third thrust opens me in a red-hot explosion of pain.
I moan, yelp, and feel my face flush.
My sensitive nipples rasp against his chest as he drives into me without restraint.
A part of me wants to scream for him to stop. The pain is like a blanket of fire, but just as I want to cry out, he lowers his face, taking my mouth in a kiss, and I lose myself to the pain and darkness as his tongue splits my lips in the same moment his cock tears through my innocence.
He fucks me into the mattress like a beast, the calm, commanding control gone. He growls and kisses and bites me with a fury as his hips finally bury the massive length into me to the hilt.
As his hips meet my inner thighs, his warmth radiates outward, and he holds himself, his chest heaving, buried deep inside of me for a long moment as our tongues dance and swoop together.
The pain throbs as tears spill onto my cheeks.
Daddy raises his face, his mouth open and his warm breath filling my nose. I want to stay like this forever, but my body begins to writhe. Something is growing inside me that needs more.
My hips twitch, and he pulls himself out until just the tip of his cock remains. I feel so empty that I tug at him, clenching the muscles in my canal, frantic to draw him back to me.
“Fuck me harder. Please, Daddy…”
A dark smile curves his lips as my words glaze his eyes.
He slams forward with such force it feels as though daggers are plunging into me as he tears at my opening with his girth.
He churns, his pace gaining momentum faster than I can catch a breath. His hands move to grip my own, entwining his fingers with mine, pulling me harder upward as his cock splays me open, taking any remaining evidence of my resistance.
“God, you’re so fucking tight…” he rumbles in my ear as he stretches and fills me and pounds against my limits.
He paints a swirling canvas of pain and pleasure with each of his demanding strokes. He does not slow. He’s hard and furious and does nothing to give me a moment to adjust.
Yet my body begins to gather magnificent tension as he plunges deeper.
He moves, writhing with me against my open slit, pushing down, knowing exactly what I need as his hulking girth sways in and out until a fire erupts again down low. I scream out as he quickens his pace, rubbing against my wet, silky slit with the hard muscle of his body.
Pleasure floods every part of my body as he presses harder, deeper, pummeling faster and faster. It sounds like the speed of horses racing toward the finish line. Our bodies slap together as he groans with each ramming forward motion.
My climax tears through me, along with the thickness and pain of each further stroke. Daddy groans and throws his head back, pillaging me, and I feel him swell and harden inside my clenching canal.
In a manic, furious churning, he bows his head, breathing into my neck before bringing his face to mine. His eyes are only inches away, looking at me like a treasure hunter finally upon his bounty.
“Daddy’s coming, babygirl… I’m so close…you’re such a good girl for Daddy…”
He slams into me with long, deep strokes until I feel jets of thick, hot cum spray against my inner walls. He groans and buries his cock with each explosion of his white heat, as deep as my body can take.
His cum flows out around my opening, dripping down my ass in gobs as he holds himself against me. He lowers his body so his weight is pressed from our chests down through our legs. I revel in the feeling of his hard body pushing against mine.
Our breathing is matched only by the thump of our heartbeats against one another.
I tighten myself around him, feeling the sensation of how perfectly he fits inside of me, how our bodies melt together. I want this moment to go on forever.
Daddy chuckles softly.
“You do not want me to leave, do you?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I want more. Is that wrong?”
He has awakened something inside of me, and I know I will never be the same. All my other friends who have told me about their first times described nothing close to what I just experienced.
The orgasms that continue to rip through me feel almost otherworldly, like I’m transported through time and space to someplace other than this plane of existence.
Even as I grip my inner muscles around his still thick, hard shaft, throbbing deep pain wraps me in its dark fingers. Daddy flexes his body, and the daggers jab at me again.
“Oww…” I suck a deep breath through clenched teeth.
“I’m sorry, babygirl. But I told you I would not be gentle.
” His voice is low as he growls in my ear, the drag of his flared head sending a new wave of intense, white-hot pain into my body.
“You need a bath and some attention. I may hurt you, but I will never willingly harm you. And I’ll always take care of you. ”
He pulls out of me completely, leaving me lying in a puddle of our mutual arousal, streaked with pink on the bleached white fabric below.
I wince as he pulls me up, then swoops one hand under my knees, the other around my back, and cradles me like a china doll against the broad, hard surface of his chest.
He lifts me as though I am as light as a feather.
I rest my head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent of cologne mixed with a tinge of sweat and the smell of sex.
His body is more than a work of art. I let my fingers explore his chest, upward to the curved muscle that connects his shoulder to his neck, the indent above his collarbone. Every place I can see, I want to touch.
Daddy kisses my head as we walk to the palatial bathroom. It’s as large as the bedroom, with a gleaming white porcelain soaking tub at the center.
Once the tub is full of steaming water, Daddy slowly lowers me down. I already know that when the water hits my ragged and aching sex, there will be even more pain.
But when I finally settle down into the heat of the water, my body begins to relax. My mind wanders as he sponges me slowly and gently, my head resting against the arched back of the tub.
It feels so surreal, laying here with the man who has become my entire world in just a few days. A man that I now know as my new Daddy. Less than a week ago, I was acting the part of the spoiled princess. I was jealous and angry. I hated my parents, my stepbrother. I hated my life.
Especially the one that was planned for me.
Now, I have a new life, and one I wouldn’t change for the world.
When I open my eyes, he’s looking down at me, a crooked smile curving his lips.
“What?” I ask.
“It’s hard to find words. But there is something about you. You have the innocence and spirit of a little girl. But I can sense there are deep wounds inside of you. A quiet sadness I want to soothe so badly. There is more to you than meets the eye.”
“Isn’t there more to everyone than meets the eye?”
“Not usually for me. I am very adept at sizing up most people. You have a quality that few possess.”
Suddenly, a terrible wrenching noise comes from my belly.
Daddy laughs. “That’s on me. I fucked you instead of fed you. We got a bit distracted, didn’t we? Even Daddies make mistakes.”