His words are music to my ears. I’m desperate to please him, not anger him, understand the deepest depths of his soul. I’m shaken by the realization. Things are changing inside of me, and not just because I’m being fucked silly by my stepfather.
His cock flexes inside me, expands, increases the stretch. “Fuck, Pixie.” He stops, freezes inside me. “You feel that? If I move again, even a millimeter inside you, I’m going to come. Your pussy is dangerous, baby. Totally dangerous.”
No one’s spoken to me like this before. I can’t fully process it. But I know that I like it.
“Baron,” I whisper, raising a hand to his cheek. “Why—why did you do it?”
His expression shifts, and I immediately regret what I’ve said.
“You really want to ask me this now?” he growls. “While I’m fucking you for the first time?”
“No, I’m sorry, I—”
“Shut up.” He thrusts inside me, every inch. Hard. I gasp, and he smothers my lips with his passionate kiss. His hands explore my body, then settle in a delicate grip around my neck. “You teased me for so long, you little bitch. Driving me crazy. I’m in a loveless marriage with a wife who cheats on me, and you were prancing around, showing me what I wanted most but could not have.”
“You know about Mom?”
Baron nods, and I feel his pain in my chest. “It was stupid of me to marry her in the first place. But it worked out in the end.”
“Did it?” I ask. “I mean—she’s cheating on you.”
“It did, princess,” he purrs. “Because it led me to you.”
In another life, maybe Baron could have been a poet.
“Take me, Daddy,” I tell him, wanting him more than I ever have before. His hips buck forward, reviving the dull throb of his cock when it can’t go any deeper. But this time, the stretch and the pain feel good. My pleasure is ignited, and I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him back so I can feel it again.
“Fuck!”
“You like it when it hurts?” he growls. I’m exciting him. Just as his pain was my pain, my pleasure is his pleasure. And vice versa. We’re sharing it all now in this moment.
I look up and nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
His eyes blaze. “Good. Then I’ll make it hurt.”
His grip around my neck tightens. At first I panic as my breath is cut off, but when I look into his eyes, I know that I can trust him. The pressure begins to grow in my face, then in my head, matching the pressure between my legs that also swells with each thrust of his powerful hips. The dull, painful bliss of the stretch around his girth is matched by the powerful clench of his hand around my throat.
“Beautiful girl,” he mutters as he picks up the pace. “You started breaking me down, didn’t you? Every one of those skimpy little outfits. My cock was hard every time I saw that plump little ass of yours bouncing around the house. And these perfect tits…”
With his free hand, he grabs my breast and squeezes hard enough to hurt. I try to cry out, but I can’t; his hand stifles any sound I try and make.
“This pussy is fucking dangerous. My cock is ready to explode, princess. I’m going to fill your pussy with my load and you’re going to come with me. You understand?”
The best I can do is nod, and even that’s a struggle.
I no longer have any control over my body. It belongs to Baron now.
The barriers between us have been broken. My own motivations have come to light, and I am beginning to understand him. I feel my womanhood beginning to tighten around his shaft, pumping me mercilessly as he holds me down beneath his iron grip.
Black begins to form around the corners of my vision. I haven’t had a breath in a long time, and I’m starting to feel light-headed. Fright grips me. I would be pa
nicking if not for the look in Baron’s eyes, assuring me that everything will be okay.
His face is red too. The muscles around his chiseled jaw are tense. There’s even sweat on his brow. His broad shoulders look like he’s just finished a workout at the gym. There’s barely any strength left in my body without air in my lungs, but I manage to reach up and trace the lines of his chest as he continues to take me.
“I’m almost there, princess. Christ, I’m going to come so hard.”
So am I. If I don’t pass out.