And then I felt it.
Felt the sudden pang inside me and I let out one long moan as he sank in all the way, and my whole body tensed, struggling to take him.
It was sore, and stretched, and felt like he was all the way up into my belly.
I could barely contain myself as he dropped his body down onto mine. He gave me a kiss, but this one was different, so gentle on the lips. This one meant something so good.
I closed my eyes and held onto that moment. The moment he cared. The moment he was the man in my bedroom all those years ago reading me a story. The moment he was still the man I wanted to make so proud of me.
He was still kissing me as he moved his hips, and I took it. I took all of it.
I wanted all of it.
His thrusts were so steady and strong, that even my sore pussy started to move to them. It hurt but it felt so right. So natural, I couldn’t hold back the movements of my own.
“That’s it,” he whispered, with his mouth still so close to mine. “That’s a horny little girl for me. Show me how much you want it.”
So I did.
I did show him how much I wanted it. I looked him right in the eyes and moved myself to match him, and I took it. I took it all.
I took it until he was the one losing it. Until he was the one jerking and hissing and struggling to hold it together.
And then I felt him swell inside me.
A beautiful swell of hardness.
I felt the heat of him and knew that he was coming. Coming inside me.
It was everything I’d wanted all at once.
He was every fantasy I’d ever had as he pumped his gift inside me. The expression on his face was magical. The tension in his shoulders was a dream.
The quickening of his breaths and his thrusts were my ultimate fantasy. The way he lost his control and took me so hard was my greatest wish in the world.
And then he was done.
His forehead pressed to mine as he caught his breath, and his cock was still deep inside me. I could feel it pulsing.
“You are a truly amazing girl, Faith,” he said. “You took that so nicely.”
I winced as he pulled out and pushed himself upright, and his stare was straight between my legs, his fingers exploring.
It’s only when I propped myself up on my elbows that I saw the red of the blood for myself.
“I really have taken you,” he said. “You’re not an innocent little virgin anymore.”
I couldn’t hold back the grin.
He was right. I wasn’t an innocent little virgin anymore.
I was a grown up. A woman. His woman. Even if he didn’t know it yet.Chapter SixteenMilesThere was anything but remorse rushing through me as I helped my beautiful conquest up to her feet.
Her thighs were tinged red with blood – a testament to her sacrificed innocence, and seriously fucking divine. It was such a filthy honour to have been the man to take it from her.
Her fingers felt so right as they gripped mine and held tight, and it seemed the most natural thing to lead her upstairs to get showered. But seemingly not quite so much for her as for me.
Her eyes were darting around the place all the way, as though she was Alice in Wonderland tumbling down the rabbit hole and not Faith Martin in the aftermath of taking her first pounding, but it only made me smile all the more. She made me smile all the more.
There was a strange energy between us as I got the shower fired up and flowing, an unmistakeable buzz that thrummed down deep, and not just in my freshly stirring dick.
This was something else. Something exhilarating in ways I couldn’t truly yet fathom. Something I was hungry to keep hold of and milk, even though I didn’t truly understand what it was.
I laughed a little to myself when I realised just how fucking random my thoughts were spinning, and my sweet little girl laughed along with me.
“What is it?” she asked, even though she was already giggling. “What’s funny?”
I shrugged and beckoned her over to the shower cubicle. “Just savouring the moment,” I said, and that seemed to appease her.
“I still can’t believe this is really happening,” she said when she was close, and there it was again. The beautiful innocence in her honesty. “I still can’t believe you gave me my birthday present.”
“Maybe you’ll believe it’s really happening when I’ve given that little pussy a few more poundings,” I said, and she stopped in her tracks half under the water. “What?” I quizzed. “What’s with the pause?”
She dithered at the answer, that perfect little trademark blush blooming up fresh on her cheeks.