CHAPTER7
Mike
Icarry her from the pool, wrapped up in a towel, and bring her inside. She feels like fucking heaven itself in my arms. Like she was always meant to be there.
I place her right in the middle of the bed, pillows behind her head. And then I place my knees on either side of her, pinning her down, letting her feel my weight.
I can’t tell if she’s scared or excited. And I can’t tell if I want her to be scared or excited. Maybe I want fucking both.
“I’m nervous,” she whispers, looking up at me.
“But do you want it, baby girl?”
“Yeah,” she says, on a whisper. “Yes, Daddy. I do.”
Fuck. Fuck me and this Daddy thing. Never in my life has a word sounded so sweet, so right.
I let her feel the weight of my cock, the pressure of it against her pussy, still damp from the pool.
“You might regret it, baby. You think you can handle this dick?”
She paws at me, a new hunger in her eyes, a new intensity. Baby girl’s finding her power. No fucking doubt. But I pin her hands back, holding her little wrists tight, feeling her pulse pound on my palm. As I do, I feel her wetness intensify against my shaft, and I let out a groan. A primal fucking groan like I’ve never heard myself make before.
“Tell me about what you’ve done before, baby. Tell me how many boys have made you come.”
Even as I ask it, I feel the rage build inside me. There’s a real possibility I’ll kill every one of the fuckers if she gives me names.
“Nobody has, Daddy. Nobody until you, last night and today. I said, this is my first everything.”
Shit. Fucking shit. I lean down and kiss her, sweeping her tongue aside. “Sweet as cream and just as pure.”
She laughs into another kiss. “Maybe. Until today.”
I’m so hard that I’m fucking spinning with it, rolling on it, high as a fucking addict for her. I’d do anything to get to her pussy now. Blow up buildings. Destroy business deals. Even fucking sabotage old friendships. Because all that matters is her.
“Mine. All fucking mine.”
I press a kiss to her forehead, feeling halfway fucking guilty for what I’m about to do. But not that guilty. Because I’m about to take her cherry and I’ve never been so smug about anything in my life.
I nudge my dick into her wet hole, pushing past her initial tightness until she begins to welcome me in.
She swallows hard, and I see the uncertainty in her eyes.
“Is it going to hurt, Daddy?”
Fuck she’s so sweet, so tender. “A little, baby. But only a little.”
She nods obediently up at me, her long lashes dusting her sun kissed cheeks.
Her innocence, her uncertainty, it just makes me want her more. From this point forward, there’s no way she can stop me. And once I’m inside her, nothing will stop me from shooting my load inside her. Where it fucking belongs.
My need for her runs deep; I feel it my gut, in my muscles, in the blood in my veins. I need to feel her. I need to fuck her. I need to make her mine.
Still keeping my cock at her opening, I take one of her sweet tits in my mouth. Nipples the color of cinnamon. Skin like milk. Her areola puckers under my lips, changing shape, the same as her clit did when I was sucking her into orgasm earlier.
As I suckle her, her nervousness starts to recede. And she legs her legs fall open wider, sighing with her cheek against mine.
Suckling her tits, I can’t help but imagine what this would be like if she were making milk for my fucking child.