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“Not a business owner for long, on account of your dumb shop!” I knew there are tears in my eyes already. I didn’t want to break down in front of him, but talking about my pride and joy makes me emotional.

God, then he was kissing me again, and somehow the lust barometer kept rising, the swell growing between my legs, my nipples tender and sensitized. Why did I want to love someone who was out to destroy me? I was too proud to ask my parents for help. Mack and Clem had families they needed to support. I tried to push him away again, but it was useless. My body screamed for his touch, and even my heart wanted him to pay attention. I was pathetic. It almost broke my heart when he tenderly wiped at the flour on my face.

Edison unzipped my coveralls, and his eyes brightened at my black lace bra. Then they darkened immediately as he pulled a cup down and flicked my nipple with his middle finger. It hardened in response, and the surge of need nearly overwhelmed me. He ducked his head and pulled the small bud into his mouth, flicking it ruthlessly with his tongue. My thighs parted automatically, and I tipped my head back, bracing both hands behind me.

Edison tore down my coveralls, and I slipped off the lower half until I was on my tool chest clad in nothing but black lace and need. I rose to my knees and fed my breast to him, which he gladly took, his hands coming around to grab my butt cheeks and knead. He lifted me in his hands and rubbed my center on his dick. The hard denim there scraped against my delicate flesh and shocked me into near spasms. I trembled in his arms as he freed himself again. This time, he rubbed his naked cock through my folds, paying special attention to my clit.

“You want to ride this big dick again, Cherry. Can it fit? I want you to try to fit it in.”

I spread my knees, and my panties, around my ankle, dropped to the floor, with a clearly visible stain of arousal darkening the fabric. I rose up as high as I could and climbed onto his cock.

The thickness took my breath away as I slowly slid down the length. Edison held me under the ass, spreading my cheeks as he lowered me onto his pole.

“Such a tight little hole,” he said through his teeth.

I was afraid I’d come before he even stroked inside me.

“I want you to beg me for it, Cherry.” He slapped my butt gently, but I knew how biting his spankings could be.

“Please, Edison,” I said. Arousal was a strong drug, and it had taken over my senses. A heavy weight lay at the bottom of my belly, coiling its way up and snaking its way through me. I was so close, I could snap any second. I could feel how his dick stretched me, how it reached so far inside me, and still my body wanted more.

“Beg, Cherry.”

“Oh, God, I’m coming already.”

In a single swift jerk, Edison lifted me up and off his cock. The absence was shocking, the punishment humiliating. I didn’t know what I’d done wrong.

He grabbed his dick, which now glistened with my arousal, in his huge fist. Then he grabbed my head and yanked it down to his cock. Controlling the tip, he rubbed it across my lips, and the precome leaking from the head stained my face.

“Say, ‘Please, Daddy. Please can I come on your big dick?’.”

I swallowed hard as my pussy contracted at his words. The amount of arousal between my legs was shameful.

“Please, Daddy,” I whispered.

With his big thumb, he smeared the come across my swollen lips until I tasted the salt of him on the tip of my tongue.

“Beg, Cherry, and I’ll let you come,” he said. He pinched my right nipple hard and slapped my ass with a smack that resounded throughout the quiet garage and rang in my ears.

“Please, Daddy, can I come on your big dick?”

Now he was rubbing the head quickly over my clit, and I arched back, supporting myself with my arms in a bridge, thighs spread wide before him. He penetrated me again—this time not gently. I cried out, suspended between both pain and pleasure. His dick was both thick and long, and it filled me to the hilt.

“Oh God.”

He started to fuck me hard, smashing his hips into mine. He leaned over my body and took my hair in his fist. Every time he fucked, his pelvis seemed to slam right into my clit, sending stars to my eyes and shocks of energy through my body. I moaned at the neediness his dirty love brought out of me.

“Oh, baby, I’ll fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.”


Tags: Mila Crawford Young Adult