CHAPTER THREE
Vanessa
“Do you understand, little girl,” Gray asks as he stands right outside my door, “that if I step in there, you’ll be mine tonight? You’ll be mine and I intend to enjoy what’s mine.”
There are a great many other words I say inside my head.
Oh my God, this is happening and there’s a real, live Daddy right here at my place and he’s going to come in and take what he wants from me and he’s not just a real, live Daddy but he’s Grayson, the Daddy I’ve been fantasizing about forever and his body is so perfect and his eyes are so perfect and when he looks at me, he’s so stern and strong and it’s scary and sexy and incredible and for the love of God he just told me if he comes in he’s going to possess me like I’m a sex toy for him and made sure I understood that and holy shit, he's going to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow and he’ll probably fuck me so hard there might not even be a tomorrow!
What I say out loud is, “Yes, Daddy.”
He steps over the threshold and has me in his arms before I can even step out of the way so he can come in. I try to wrap my head around things but all of those things I say in my head are just the start. What’s happening in my brain can easily be summed up like this:
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
That continues through my living room and to my bedroom, and we leave a trail of clothes along the way. I can’t believe how desperate I am for him. I don’t know why it surprises me given the way I spend all my time obsessing about him. On the other hand, the level of arousal I feel at the moment makes my previous sex-crazed twenty-five-year-old musings seem like kindergarten class.
By the time we get to the bedroom, I’m naked except for my panties. Grayson has his pants on but his shoes and socks and shirt are off. He has a terrible looking scar on his shoulder. It looks like a spear hit him right there but I imagine it was a bullet from the military. We’d been kissing hot and heavy, of course, but when he throws his shirt on the ground and I see the scar, I stop and, almost in some kind of surreal state of wonder, I reach forward and let my fingertips gently rest on the scar.
“Does it hurt?” I whisper.
“No little girl,” he says, “but it carries with it the memory of the hurt.”
I look at him in shock and say, “That… that might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. Stark, I mean, but beautiful.”
He smiles, leans forward, and kisses me again. It takes no time at all for us to get right back on track. I reach down to unbutton his pants but before I can he lifts me off of my feet and throws me onto the bed.
I cry out with surprise, then cry out again as he takes hold of my panties with one hand and rips them off of me. I cry out a third time when, instead of taking his pants off, he dives between my legs and wraps his mouth around my pussy.
Only one other guy has gone down on me before. In high school, my boyfriend, the only boyfriend I’ve had so far, told me he wanted to try it to reciprocate for all the blowjobs I’d given him while we dated. He tried for ten minutes to make me feel good but he… well, let’s just say I ended up faking it to get him to stop.
I have absolutely no intention of stopping Grayson. He is as expert down there as my high school boyfriend was inexperienced. His lips and tongue explore my folds and slit and I moan and writhe under him as my body struggles to cope with the sensations that run through me. His tongue flicks and teases my clit like a vibrator and barely a minute passes before I feel my toes curl and my legs begin to lift off of the bed.
“Oh, Daddy!” I say. It’s all I manage to get out before the orgasm washes over me and I spasm and jerk under him. It is powerful, more powerful than any other I’ve ever felt and almost frightening in its intensity. I try to push him away but he grips my hands in his and holds me still while he continues to massage my pussy with his mouth.
Finally, he pulls away but I have no time to recover because now his cock is inside me and once more my mind repeats the thought Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my GOD!
My pussy squeezes around him but with his thick cock slamming into me it can’t squeeze much. The denial of relief intensifies the orgasm and I writhe and twist under him. “Oh God, Daddy!” I scream. “Oh God!”
Then he puts a hand around my neck and squeezes, lightly enough that I’m not in any pain but tightly enough that I can’t move and have to stay still while he continues to slam into my shivering pussy.
I stare at him open-mouthed as my orgasm builds again. This is it. This is what I’ve fantasized about. My Daddy is going to hold me down and make me cum harder than I could handle without him to hold me still.
He uses his other hand to massage my clit and as soon as his thumb grazes that little button it’s like the Fourth of July inside me.
I scream and squeeze and spasm and pulse and stiffen and all of the other things girls do when they’re experiencing pleasure beyond words. The only thing I can’t do is scream or get away because of the hand around my throat.
He continues to thrust and rub my clit until I hear him groan and feel his cock pulsing deep inside me. I use the last of my energy to grind my hips on him. I don’t do a very good job since I’m still shuddering from my own orgasm but he moans and pushes in deeper so it must have felt good for him.
He collapses over me and we lay in each other’s arms, breathing heavily.
“Oh Daddy,” I moan when my orgasm finally calms enough for me to lie still.
“You’re mine, little girl,” he says. “All mine.”
That’s all right with me.