So eager and generous, I can barely stand the pleasure.
No way I’ll last much longer in this mouth. I’m already trying to bargain with myself. Come down her throat this time, fuck her ass when I get hard again. But no. No. I am severely aware that the basement of the warehouse is not her world and she could try to leave. That means claiming her. Now. Pleasing her. Now.
With a shuddering grunt, I pull my cock out of Posy’s mouth and flip her over face down, coming down on her hard, pinning her hips so she has no way to escape. I get my hand around her slender throat where it belongs, bite down on her earlobe and pound my cock into her tight, tiny cunt hole, walloping her with mean scoops of my hips, giving her my dick at an upward angle, knowing the most sensitive part of her pussy is receiving friction.
“You will always be serviced when you’re underneath me,” I say against her ear. “I might be big and bad, but your clit has me whipped. I’ll fuck you nasty, but you’ll come nasty, too.”
“I know,” she gasps into the mattress. “I trust you.”
I make a ragged sound. Why? What have I done to make this girl my champion? I don’t know, but I won’t mess it up. I’ll treasure her like gold. She’ll be my princess until the end of time. “But this princess gets rough sex on all fours. Doesn’t she?” I’m powering into her without mercy, her hips tilted to take as much as possible, ass shaking against my stomach. “This princess picked a thick Daddy who’ll die if he doesn’t tap that little asshole.” I squeeze her throat, feeling her pulse against my fingertips. “Didn’t you? Choose me? Say it, Posy.”
“I chose you.” I’m railing her like a dog now, snarling into her hair, accidentally looking back at those ballet slippers and almost busting as a result. “I chose you!”
God, I’m salivating. I’m sweating. My balls are ready to explode.
She’s the fairytale I never believed in, this girl.
I’m riding her cunt like my life depends on giving us both an orgasm—maybe it does. I’ll die if I don’t give her pleasure, so I release her throat, sliding my hand in between the mattress and her sex, getting my middle finger between the top of her slit and worrying that pretty clit, listening to her pant, claw at the mattress in response.
“Daddy. Daddy.”
Oh my God. I’m going to nut.
She’s slick with sweat, her hole getting tighter by the second. A dream come true. I’m taking her in a reckless way, hard and fast and merciless, but I can’t stop. Can’t stop. And when she finally cinches up and whines my name, her climax coating my thrusting dick, I force myself to pull out and position my cock near the back pucker of her ass. I’m long, swollen and covered in princess juice, lying right across those taut cheeks.
Need to claim.
Claim every inch of her.
I spit on that obviously untouched hole and work a finger inside, shhhing Posy when she makes a squeak of alarm. Again she chokes a noise when I add a second digit, twisting and preparing her, my cock pounding where it lays on her butt cheeks. Purple and mottled and angry. Older than her pussy by nine years and so be it. So fucking be it.
Shoving her legs wider with my knees, I work my dick into that pink pucker, sweat dripping from my forehead onto her back. “Daddy gets it all. Say it.”
Heaven help me, she lifts her tush like an offering. “You get it all.”
Groaning at her permission, I press deep—thrust twice—and I nut like a motherfucker. My seed fills her tight ass, spilling out onto her buns, rolling in rivulets that travel in every direction. All I can do is shout expletives at the ceiling while my balls quake, my stomach muscles clenched to the point of agony. Balanced on my left fist, I reach down and smear my spend all over the mounds of her ass and her lower back, growling with satisfaction as I complete the possessive task. “Pretty Posy. How do I feel inside that ass?”
“Different,” she whispers, flexing around me, making my fucking eyes water. “Good.”
I erupt some more at the confirmation she’s enjoying it, my abdomen twisting painfully, wringing me out. “I’ve been inside you everywhere now,” I heave through my teeth. “Deep as can be. No getting me out. No getting away for you.”
Her cheek is pressed to the mattress, mouth gasping. “I don’t want to get away.”
That vow invites the final drops out of me and I fall on top of her, using the last of my energy to roll us onto our sides, crushing her close, her back curved to my front. My mouth moves in her hair, my hands stroking down her beloved arms and hips and waist. I repeat my love to her over and over and over until she falls asleep.
She’s staying. She’s never leaving. She told me she wouldn’t.
For the first time in my life, I trust a female…
And pray I won’t regret it.
Seven
Posy
I wake up to pounding on the door.
The loud thumps are followed by shouting—and I know that angry voice in my bones. It’s my coach and he’s enraged. I’m too disoriented to sit up. Can barely crack open an eyelid before I slam it shut again, repelled by the idea of light and life and leaving this mattress. I’m naked, wrapped in a blanket, the pointe shoes finally removed at some point over the last couple of hours. Or days. How long have I been here?