“Fuck. Need you now,” he grinds out as he stands up and quickly rips the shirt from over the top of his head in that way that men do.
I greedily drink in the ridges of muscle defining his huge chest. He's covered in tats and so gorgeous I couldn't look away if I tried. Every inch of him is big and bulky and pure man, and it sends more wetness gushing between my thighs.
I can't believe this is happening. I haven't known Rocky long at all, yet I feel like I've known him forever.
I reach out a hand and trail it over his abdomen. I feel the muscles ripple under my touch. He drops his pants, and my eyes widen, my mouth falling open, at the huge column of flesh that springs forward.
It's big and fat and glistening with moisture on the tip. It looks like it's as big as my forearm, but I'm not scared.
I know that a woman's first time hurts, but I want Rocky inside me, and that desire is overriding any fear I might normally feel.
Rocky sees me looking at him. With his eyes never leaving mine, he fists his huge cock in one hand and strokes it up and down before he climbs on top of me, lining himself up with my hole.
I place a hand on his chest. I need to tell him the truth before we go any further. “Wait, Rocky.”
His brown eyes instantly find mine.
“You should know I've never done this before,” I tell him, my cheeks heating in embarrassment at my inexperience.
His eyes widen before they darken with lust. “Fuck, are you trying to kill me, sweetheart?”
I lick my lips, relieved that he’s not disappointed. His eyes follow the motion of my tongue, and he stutters out a breath.
“You're telling me I'm going to be the first man inside this sweet thing?”
I nod.
He growls and then captures my lips, kissing me deeply. I feel an insistent pressure between my legs as he starts pushing himself inside me. I wiggle around, trying to get more comfortable, but the pressure just keeps building and building until there's finally a sharp sting.
I cry out, my arms and legs going around him as I clutch onto him.
He strokes my hair as he shushes me. “Sshh, Daddy's got you. You're okay.”
I still when I hear him call himself “Daddy.” My pussy clenches around him with the words, and we both groan.
I've never thought of myself as one of those girls who has daddy issues, even though I can't exactly say I have the best relationship with my father, but hearing Rocky call himself my daddy pulls at something deep and forbidden inside me.
It fills me with such a rush of pleasure, it makes my muscles clench down hard on him again.
“Yes, that's right,” he whispers in my hair. “You know who your daddy is, don't you, sweetheart?”
I can only moan in response. He fists his hands in my hair. “Look at me,” he orders me.
My eyes snap open to obey him.
“Yes, that's it. Good girl,” he croons at me approvingly. “I want to look at you when I make you come on my cock for the first time. Don't close those pretty green eyes. Keep looking at me, sweetheart.”
I do as he says, and having him stare into my eyes as he thrusts in and out of me only amplifies my pleasure. His brown eyes are smoldering. I’m lost in them. Lost in the sensation of being completely wrapped up in his big body as he pushes in and out of me in strong, powerful threats.
His mouth parts, and his big barrel chest heaves up and down. Sweat breaks out on his brow as he continues to plow into me over and over again.
He's hitting this spot deep inside me that makes my brain short circuit as pleasure snaps along every nerve ending in my body.
I moan out his name. He grunts, and I feel him swelling impossibly larger inside me, filling me more completely than ever.
“Nu-uh,” he reprimands me as he moves a hand to grip the front of my throat. Those his grip is firm, it’s gentle too. “You call me Daddy when I’m balls deep inside this pussy.”
My pussy ripples around him, and that pressure is so deep inside me, I feel like I’m on the verge of something cataclysmic.