9. Camryn #2
I let out a soft moan as I curl my fingers around him. The skin is so hot, and so surprisingly soft. But beneath that softness, he’s so, so hard. I trace the ridge of his crown, circling the sensitive underside where the skin feels thinnest, and he hisses, his hips jerking slightly.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his free hand covering mine, guiding me.
“Grip me like this.” His fingers tighten around mine, showing me the pressure he likes—firm, but not too rough.
I follow his lead, stroking him from root to tip, my thumb swiping over his leaking slit.
His pre-cum is sticky and warm. I want to taste it.
I want every single part of him, this man I shouldn’t want, but who I can’t stay away from.
“Fuck, Cammie,” he groans, his head falling back, making the tendons in his neck stand out in a way that shouldn’t be sexy. “Just like that.”
I explore lower, cupping his balls in my palm.
They’re surprisingly heavy, and the skin is taut and smooth.
I roll them gently in my hand, fascinated by the weight of them, the way they shift against my fingers.
“They’re so big,” I whisper, almost to myself.
I like how big they are. How virile and masculine it looks, those full balls nestled just beneath his thick cock.
Jacob lets out a pained groan. “Because they’re full for you, sweetheart. And I’m gonna give you every drop. Lay back and spread your legs nice and wide for me.”
Relief fills me as I realize he’s not going to wear a condom. Good. I don’t want him to. I want him to mark me, claim me, fill me.
I suck in a shaky breath, nerves jangling in my stomach as I do as he’s asked.
He eases his weight down on top of me, and I feel utterly surrounded by him.
By the press of his body against mine, his warm skin, the bristly hair on his thighs, the brand of his cock on my inner thigh.
I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, and he swipes my hair away from my face, and then kisses me, slow and deep.
“Tell me you’re sure. Once I’ve been inside you, there’ll be no going back, sweetheart. I’m already teetering on the edge of obsession when it comes to you. This is the point of no return.”
I curl myself around him, my arms twining around his neck, my thighs bracketing his hips.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I say, looking him in the eye.
“I can barely breathe, can barely think with how badly I want this. How badly I want you, Jake. I’m…
” I swallow, the words dying before they reach my lips.
“Please, Daddy. Fuck me. Take me. Ruin me.”
He groans, and then he reaches between us, lining up the head of his cock with my virgin hole.
“I can’t promise this won’t hurt. But I’ll do everything I can to make it as good as possible for you.
” He leans down and kisses me as the wide head of his cock slips forward just enough to breach me.
Even though it’s just the head, and probably not all of it, the stretch is intense, overwhelming.
It burns, but I want more. I want it all.
I clutch at his shoulders and wriggle beneath him as he withdraws then pushes forward again, going a bit deeper this time.
“Oh, god!” I cry out, my fingers digging into his skin as I hang on for dear life. There’s a sharp bite of pain that slowly fades into a warm throb deep inside me, walking that knife-edge between hurt and pleasure.
“Deep breaths, sweetheart. That’s it. You’re doing so, so good.
We’ll go slow, but I know you can take it.
You’re so wet. So hot and tight. Fuck.” That last word comes out on a long groan as he pushes a little deeper.
He’s breathing through his teeth, the muscles in his arms shaking.
He’s tense with the effort of holding himself back, and it only makes me love him more.
He slides out and in, out and in, going a bit deeper every time.
I’m gushing around him as he fucks me in shallow thrusts, and I could cry with happiness, because this is everything I’ve ever wanted.
To be with Jacob. To be his. With every thrust, the pain fades even more, and soon it doesn’t hurt at all.
Soon, it’s just intense fullness that I can’t get enough of.
“You’re taking me so well, Cammie. You’re about to take every inch of this fat dick in your tiny little pussy. You ready?”
I nod eagerly, hips thrusting up to meet him. “I want all of you inside me,” I say, my pussy fluttering and clenching around him.
He pulls all the way out and then slowly thrusts back in, not stopping until I’m fully impaled on his cock and I can feel his balls resting against my ass.
He’s so deep that I can feel him in my stomach.
He goes still, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed to mine as he breathes through his teeth.
“There you go, sweetheart,” he says, his voice low and rough. “That’s all of me. You’ve got every fucking inch inside you. How does it feel?”
“It…” He withdraws slightly and pushes back in, somehow even deeper. “It burns, but in a good way. I’m so full, so stretched. There’s so much…pressure inside me.” I slide my fingers into his hair. “It’s delicious.”
He pulls halfway out and then slides back in, the drag of his thick cock making my toes curl. I’m so wet that I can feel my juices running down my thighs, coating him as he bottoms out inside me.
“Such a tight little virgin cunt,” he groans, his hips rolling in shallow thrusts. “Taking Daddy’s big dick like such a good girl.”
“I love being your good girl,” I moan, our bodies moving together as sweat slicks my skin.
“Good, because I love spoiling you,” he says, kissing me as he starts to fuck me in earnest. “Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long, Cammie.
I don’t care that it’s wrong. I don’t care.
You’re mine. Mine. Never letting you go.
My gorgeous girl. So pretty and sweet. Mine.
” The words fall from his lips as he thrusts in and out of me, igniting a fire low in my belly.
I’m moaning, hips lifting to meet his thrusts.
I can hear how wet I am, the slide of him in and out of my body.
My stepfather is taking my virginity, and it’s the best moment of my life.
He kisses me again and then slips a hand between us, finding my clit with his talented fingers and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. “Let me feel you cream all over my cock, sweetheart. Show Daddy how much you love being filled.”