He’s my monster, and I want him just like this. Crazed to the point of feral for me.
So when he rears back and plunges back inside me, I scream again, but it’s a scream coated in delight. Because, like when I dance to the point of exhaustion, this pain dissipates, leaving only bliss.
Jared is huge inside me, but the discomfort is wrapped in pleasure.
Pleasure that catches fire and begins to grow.
“Ah shit, I knew it. I fucking knew you would feel this good. Christ, you’re so tight,” he pants, sweat beading on his forehead and sliding down his face as he pries his eyes open and stares down at me. “Look at me, little girl. This is me, manic for this sweet pussy.” The hand holding my hip curls under my ass, holding me steady as he pistons in and out with long, sublime strokes that have me screaming again.
“Tell Daddy how you feel, angel,” he growls against my lips.
“I…I feel full. So full.”
“And does it feel good?” he urges.
“So good, Daddy. So, so good.”
He groans long and deep, his cock stroking in and out with increasing desperation until that ball inside me feels too wild to contain.
“Oh God, I feel…I feel… Oh, Jared please!”
“I’ve got you, sweet girl. You’re going to come all over Daddy’s cock. This tight snatch is going to cream all over my dick. You’re going to strangle me with that insane, virgin pussy until I can’t see straight, aren’t you?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh God!”
He fuses his lips to mine and kisses me hard and deep, then tears himself away. “Do it, angel,” he groans, his voice strangled to the point of incoherent. “Come for me.”
My very first penetrative orgasm snatches at me with merciless talons and shreds me apart, dragging screams from my lungs until my throat is raw.
As I thrash beneath him, Jared inserts his fingers between us and strums my clit, amazingly prolonging the exquisite release until I’m clean out of mind.
And all through it, he heaps guttural praises on me, lips and tongue kissing and licking in between, making me feel more loved, more cherished than I’ve ever felt in my life.
Time loses meaning as I soar in pure sensation. But when I start to come down, I feel him, deep and hard and throbbing inside me. Breaths still shuddering, I meet his feral gaze.
One corner of his mouth crooks upward, emphasizing the strain on his face. “We’re not done yet. You looked so fucking gorgeous screaming and coming, Daddy needs one more before he gets his.”
I gasp another breath, shaking my head. “Please…I don’t think I can. I feel sensitive…everywhere.”
His eyes narrow. “Yes, you can and you will.”
He moves his hips and I whimper. Lowering his head, he kisses me, gentler than ever before, his actions not quite matching his words. The arms that gather me closer are tender too.
My heart trips over.
This man wants everyone to believe he’s a monster. But he can’t help but flash the kinder facets of himself when necessary.
When he raises his head, I slide my hands from where I death-gripped his arms in the throes of ecstasy, up his shoulders to grip the back of his head.
“If that’s what you want, Daddy. I’ll come again for you,” I whisper.
Pleasure glazes his eyes and I want to weep with joy.
“Good girl,” he croons, dropping his head to trail his tongue over my swollen lips. “My wonderful, beautiful girl.”
He starts to move again and slowly sensitivity recedes, anticipation and pleasure taking its place.
“I can’t wait to put you on your hands and knees, drill this tight, young pussy from behind.” As if the words were too much for him, he groans deep and moves faster.