Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Soon, I’m buried all the way. Her pussy grips my base like she’s trying to milk me, pulsing subtly. Like she’s trying to make me explode in her.
I lean down. Kiss her on the lips. “Can you taste your pussy, angel?”
“Hmm,” she moans, nodding.
“Daddy likes you tasting yourself,” I growl.
She knows how to please. Wants to make me ache as badly as I make her ache. She reads my lust, softly cradles my face with her hands, then leans in for another kiss. “I like tasting my pussy, Daddy,” she says, throwing herself into the roleplay. Into what I want, what I need.
“Good…” I trail off, gasping. “Good fucking girl. Does it hurt?”
She blinks. Shakes her head. “Nuh-no, Daddy. A little bit.”
“I’ll be gentle anyway. Rub your tits while I fuck you.”
“Like this?”
She’s a damn natural. I plant my fists on both sides of her, push up, slide out slowly, stare down at her, and watch the change in her expression. I pause when I’m all the way out, letting my end kiss her needy, responsive hole long enough to draw a contented whimper.
“So confident already,” I tease.
She bites her lower lip, her eyes light up, and she nods, “Yes, Daddy.”
I thrust back in and fuck her faster. Can’t help it. I try to keep the thrusts as tame as possible. Try not to buckle the bed or shatter her bones. But soon, I can’t hold back anymore. I grind into her, but as gently as I can. Respecting her first time, even as her hot, eager pussy grips and caresses me. Even when she massages her tits like she’s kneading dough. Even when her moans turn high-pitched, and I know she’s getting close.
I growl in her ear. “I want Daddy’s dick to be the first you cum on. The only one. This cute pussy doesn’t cum on anyone else. Ever.”
“Nuh-no,” she gasps. “Just—you—Daddy …Ohhh…”
A few thrusts later, her slick pussy clamps hard onto me and starts pulsing. I stare down between us. What a sight.
My giant cock pistoning in and out, pumping her tight, willing hole. Long, regular thrusts. Slowing now, in time with her breaths. I thrust in fully, then hold. I freeze. She judders, tenses, her back arches, her pussy grips tight, and her orgasm erupts.
My vision goes white, my eyes close. And then I’m lost to the world, roaring as I collapse atop her, my hips twitch, my spine stiffens, and my glutes clench. I pump rope after rope of cum deep into her willing pussy.
Tripping in our afterglow, I lie next to her, breathing hard. She leans up, places her hands on my chest, and looks down at me with wide eyes. Her lips pressed tight. She’s fidgety, worried. About something. I kiss the top of her head, stroke her beautiful face, and wrap my arms reassuringly around her.
“Beautiful,” I repeat. “My beautiful non-virgin.” She just looks at me hard, and a slight smile emerges. She sighs. We lie on our backs, side by side, quiet.
I just want to sink into our after-sex bonding, luxuriate in it, doze, but I cannot.
Too aware that I just crossed a line I’ll never be able to uncross.
Hell, she called me daddy. Daddy! Roleplay or not, what have I done?
And, taken her virginity.
I tell myself I was giving her the comfort she sought and needed right now. But I am also repulsed at my own thought. Holy Christ, am I this ruthless? I am! I know I am.
Fucking her before she even knows what I did to her dad … and by extension, what I did to her.
That was me. She just let a monster into her life.
Did her worst nightmare just take her virginity?
6
MARA
When I climb deeper into Radomir’s embrace, I feel safer than I have in weeks. Calling him Daddy unlocked a side of me I never even knew existed. Made me burn all over, turned my first time from something threatening into something thrilling.
Now, as he holds me and gently strokes his hand through my hair, I feel like I belong. Like we belong together. Like, I don’t have to be trapped in my past.
With anybody else, I’d think I was letting my thoughts stampede ahead too much. But with Rad, it’s different. It’s like this … this energy in the air, like there’s an invisible hook connecting us together. Something I can’t explain.
“Do you feel it too?” I whisper, as my eyes grow heavy.
He kisses the top of my head. “I do,” he replies. “It’s like I know you, Mara. Like I knew you even before …”
“Before?” I prompt when he trails off.
He kisses me again. “Just sleep, beautiful. I know you want to.”
Maybe I’d argue with him if my body wasn’t so sore. If my soul wasn’t so uncharacteristically relaxed.
I drift off. For the first time in weeks, nightmares don’t try to shake me awake the moment sleep claims me.