“What is it?” she gasps, yanking at the ends of my hair, pulling me closer, lifting her hips.
“I’ve got a real big dick, baby,” I pant, trailing my tongue back up the middle of her sweet, heaving body, my fist wrapped around the appendage in question. “And you’re awfully tiny. I might have to force it a little the first time.”
“Force it?” she whispers, eyes glazed with lust.
I hum deep in my throat, breathing, trying to keep the beast inside me at bay.Don’t you dare lose control until she’s enjoying herself.What if she doesn’t, though? What if I snap as soon as I’m deep in that lush cunt and I can’t stop to comfort her or make it better? After four years of maintaining strict control, I’m being offered the ultimate feast and I don’t know how I’ll react in the midst of so much pleasure. In the midst of Ayla.
“Shhh,” I breathe against her mouth, tucking the head of my cock up against her entrance and stroking myself in the direction of heaven, grunting and panting like a dog. “Maybe you’ll like getting forced a little,” I groan against her lips, before working my cock head into her tight slot, pressure already starting to bear down on my lower back and loins. I’ve been dreaming of it for four years, never truly accepting that it could happen. But it is. Ayla Barnes, my violent obsession, is on her back with her legs open, asking to get pregnant.
Just fuckingasking for it.
I’m plowing deeper before I can stop myself, another inch, another, a few more, until my balls slap off the taut cheeks of her ass, that coveted barrier tears away—and I roar into her neck like a conqueror, memorizing every detail of the moment, absorbing all of it like a sponge. The involuntary pulsations of her pussy. God, she’s wrapped around me so tight, I feel like a criminal. I devour the sight of her staring up at the sky with wonder, her back arched off the ground. But I can’t tell if she’s in awe or in pain.
“Ayla,” I manage through gritted teeth. “Are you okay?”
“It hurts a little,” she breathes, turning her head to meet my gaze. “I love it.”
“I don’t understand. It hurtsandyou love it?”
She nods, shifting beneath me so sensually, I grit my teeth to keep from howling. “Force me,” she hiccups, her head falling back into the grass, her dark hair spread out like wings. “Force me, Daddy.”
I knew it.
I knew it would be like this.
But being given the green light is almost too damning. This is the point of no return. This is us embarking on something dark and messy and obsessive, but there’s no stopping. No way out. And neither one of us wants to locate the exit.
Get her pregnant.
Force me, Daddy.
Teeth gnashing, I lose any remaining grip on self-control and I plant a forearm across her shoulders, taking her in the grass with sharp pumps, entering her with increasing violence and she only moans louder, the muscles of her pussy flexing in welcome around me.
“Oh, you thought I was possessive before? Just you fuckingwait.” I lean down and scoop my hips at a new angle, making her squeal. Yes, squeal. Like a trapped brat. And we both fucking love it. She excites herself with that childish sound and watching her realize it is excruciatingly perfect and again, utterly damning. No way off this dark path. Thank God. “There might be days you hate me for sending you back into the house to change your tank top or put on a bra, but I’ll fuck you until you’re smiling at me again. Won’t I, Ayla?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Yes.”
My spend is so heavy in my balls that I’m wincing as I thrust. Too good. Too fucking good. I should have beat off before taking her virginity because her first time needs to be incredible and I’m already poised to pop. I try to keep my eyes closed and focus on the unreal sensation of sliding in and out of her wet pussy, but I have to look. I must see her at all times. And my God, she’s so beautiful, the most breathtaking sight in the world, her lips parted in astonishment, her tits shaking with every rough slap of my hips. I’ve never seen her eyes so blue, so luminous and they’re focused on me.
Encouraging me to fuck her like the beast that I am.
“I hope you like the view, Ayla,” I growl, falling forward to sink my teeth into her ear lobe, jerking her knees higher around my waist and bearing down harder. “You’re going to be seeing it for the rest of your life. Death will have to bring an army to drag me off you.”
Her eyes flash with something akin to possessiveness. I know what it looks like because I’ve seen it in my own eyes when I think about her while looking in a mirror. It’s a singular kind of ominous gleam. “I won’t let Death take you.” She pouts that bottom lip and buries her heels in my ass. “You’remine.”
It’s a wonder I don’t spill everything I’ve got in this moment. I grit my teeth and flex my stomach as hard as possible, somehow managing not to come over my girl claiming me. Verbally. Out loud. It’s my most coveted dream come to life. “Ayla’s man,” I chant in her neck. “Ayla’s man. Top to bottom. Through and through. Always have been.”
The tempo of her breath is starting to change. She likes the angle of my hips. It’s working for her so I don’t shift, don’t stop, just continue to use the trunk of my cock to rub her wet clit, giving it a firm grind here and there, until she’s rocking upwards into those grinds and making these urgent mewling sounds that wreak havoc on my balls.
I groan deep in my throat, lost in the grip of her body. “Baby likes that, doesn’t she?”
“I love it,” she whimpers.
“You’re about to show me how much you enjoyed your first ride at the lake, aren’t you?” I’m starting to sweat, strain, my loins on fire with the urgency to nut. Just a little bit longer and she’ll hit that peak, too.Come on, hang in there.If only she wasn’t so fucking tight.Levering myself up slightly on my left fist, I slip my fingers down between us. I thrust deep and rough, hold myself there and stroke her clit rapidly, watching a rush of lust transform her features, her back slowly, slowly arching until she screams. “Ahhhh there we go, little girl.” She clenches around me with such force, it feels like she’s going to squeeze my dick off in the best way. I feel every little milking tug of her cunt, her sounds of pleasure echoing in my ears and engraving themselves onto my soul. “Been waiting a long time to fuck that scream out of you. My favorite sound before I ever heard it.”
When I start to sense she’s coming down from her orgasm, my restrain evaporates. I allow the furious need to ejaculate to rush in from every direction and it’s so intense that I feel like a monster. I feel like a fucking monster when I flip her over face down, twist my fist in the back of that silk tank top still circling her waist for leverage, and pump into her pussy roughly from behind, giving a hoarse shout of her name the first time my lap slaps off that tight, round ass.
“Four years of sitting behind you in class. Watching this butt twitch down the hallway in those little tramp skirts while I got harder and harder andfucking harder.” I drop my chest to her back and whisper in her ear. “You owe me this. Don’t you, baby? You owe me something nasty. Clench that pussy up tight. I’m taking my payment.”