5
Goldie
He freezes, shock sagging his jaw.
“Oh no! Oh fuck, honey, no!” His body shakes and gathers me close with a gentleness that belies his size and ferocity. “Oh God, Goldie. Why didn’t you say something?” He looks in agony, pain twisting across his face.
“I was…afraid you might not want a…virgin,” I whisper, feeling a little foolish as I blush. The pain is already receding and I feel like a drama queen. “I didn’t want you to stop.”
“Jesus, are you serious?” A stamp of possessiveness dissects the agony. He drops a tender kiss on my forehead, temple, cheeks and chin. “Knowing I’d be the first to taste this princess pussy…that I’d be lucky enough to watch you take Daddy’s cock for the first time?” He shudders, as if his own words are driving him as insane as they are driving me. “Fuck, you’re not getting away from me now, my precious girl. You know that, don’t you?”
Why the hell does that send a thrill straight to my heart?
I know it’s something to do with being wanted for the first time in a long time. To feel precious, like I matter to someone. Especially when neither of my parents cared that I wanted to disappear overseas for a year and rarely bothered to check up on me the whole time I was away.
And even if this is a one-time thing—because how can it be anything else?—I’m grabbing it with both hands.
I fist my hand in his hair and chase after his lips when he drops another kiss on my cheek. Our mouths fuse.
He gives another of those animal grunts that goes straight my womanhood. He jerks when he feels my channel spasm around him.
“Oh fuck!”
“Yes,” I encourage shakily.
He peers down at me, the last remnants of agony leaving his face, replaced by feral need. “You want Daddy’s cock, little girl? Is that why you’re milking me with that sweet virgin pussy?”
I roll my hips experimentally and am rewarded with a trail of pleasure. “Yes! Please.”
Brock shuts his eyes and breathes heavily. “You like seeing me wild and unhinged? Because that’s what you do to me. I’m glad I’m your first because the thought of anyone touching this pussy, tasting this heaven between your legs…” Almost as if the imagery is too much for him, he pulls back and surges deep, making me scream again, but this time it’s pure bliss, the pressure insanely intense. “I’ll kill anyone who attempts to take it from me. Yes, I fucking will.”
He thrusts hard again, then begins a relentless pounding that snatches me clean out of my mind.
I hold onto his broad shoulders as Brock fucks me like he needs me to breathe.
Before long, that sublime sensation returns. My internal fluttering intensifies and he goes even wilder.
He grips my hip to keep me still, then pistons in and out with searing thrusts. “Give it to me, honey,” he grunts in my ear. “Shower Daddy’s cock with that virgin cream.”
I climax hard, my back bowing off the bed.
He buries his head between my breasts and growls his pleasure and torment as I spasm around him.
Within seconds, he rears up and roars his own release.
“Fuuuuuck! Goldie! Oh fuck…”
* * *
Brock
“Can I ask you something,Brock?
I tense, expecting what’s coming. It’s been coming for a while. I’m surprised she’s lasted a whole thirty-six hours. That’s how long I’ve been in District Attorney Fletcher’s house. In his daughter’s bed.
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve stolen kisses from her ruby-red lips and pounded her juicy cunt, and yet my need still flames out of control.
We only stopped because after the last session when I put her on all fours and drilled my dick into that tight hot pussy, she passed clean out.