A Dash of Spice (Lights Camera Insta-love 2)

A groan rips out of me and I lay a rough slap down on her ass, watching her flesh jiggling against my lap. “Fuck, baby.” I dig my fingertips into her hips and jerk her back, humping her like an animal while she struggles to keep balance on her toes. “You make me so horny.”

“I’m horny, too,” Lola whispers, so quietly I can barely hear her over the shower spray. “I don’t even know exactly what I’m horny for yet.” She turns her head and implores me with her eyes. “Show me, Aiden?” She chews her lip, humor making her eyes sparkle. “For hockey?”

I almost bust right then and there, between her lush ass cheeks, but manage to hold back. Don’t come anywhere but in that pussy. Get her pregnant. Do it now. Now.

“Aiden…” she sobs, pushing her tush up into my lap.

And I’m powerless to do anything but reach down, fist my dick and guide it to her cunt, wetting the tip as much as I can with her juices, before squeezing the first few inches into her sweet heat. “Son of a bitch,” I heave, ramming my cock the remaining distance and flattening Lola against the shower wall. Pinning her there. Imprisoning her. I have no choice. She’s strangling my cock, pulsing all around me, and there’s more. There’s more than just the perfection of her tight, tight, tight pussy. As soon as I’m buried inside of Lola, there’s an avalanche of emotion inside of me that robs my breath.

I’m in love with Lola.

I’m obsessed with her.

I’m so fucking obsessed.

I look down in time to watch the last of her virgin blood wash down the shower drain and I kiss her neck softly, forcing myself to calm down. Or I’ll break her in half with the crushing hunger inside of me. She’s whimpering and squirming around, making me want to ram my cock into her sweet body over and over, but my heart keeps me from giving in to the insanity.

For now.

With an arm wrapped around the front of her hips, I lift Lola higher between my body and the wall, cinching back my hips and driving forward, her pussy accepting me greedily. Jesus Christ. She’s milking me from all sides, the feel of her so smooth and hot and incredible.

“Aiden.” Her mouth is open and panting on the granite wall, her dangling feet knocking into my shins. “You feel so good. You feel so big.”

“I’m not hurting you, baby?” I lick water droplets off the slope of her neck. “You’re so small compared to me.”

“That’s my favorite part,” she whispers, glancing back at me shyly, a strand of red hair plastered to her plump lips. “Don’t hold back with me.”

I surge forward with a growl and grind my cock deep, the sound of her cries echoing off the walls of the shower. “You like when I’m rough with you, Lola? You like being my hot little fuck toy?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“I’ll give you that, as long as you remember some things, all right?” I graze her earlobe with my teeth and she seems to love that, her breath catching, her pussy tightening up around me like a vise. My hips move of their own volition, dragging my length in and out of her drenched heaven. Again, again, again. “While I’m fucking you like a dog in heat, understand this: I’ve been given no greater privilege in my life than being inside you. You giving me that cherry? Goddamn, baby, I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive.” I wrap a hand loosely around her throat and press my open mouth to her temple. “I’ll protect you. I’ll love you. You’re safe with me. Can you remember those things while I’m pounding it out?”

She nods vigorously, her body restless, moving seductively against mine. “Aiden, please…I can’t stand all the pressure. Make it go away.” Her eyes are blind when she tosses her head back on my shoulder. “Hurt me, Daddy.”

Her plea causes lust to eclipse my tenderness. An animal howls inside of me, demanding I break my mate in order to make her whole, make her mine. Claim. Claim now. Not bothering to turn off the shower, I rip Lola off the wall and stumble back out into the bathroom, throwing her down on the floor in front of me on her hands and knees, my cock still buried to the hilt. I know this can’t be the right way to take a virgin for the first time, but my instinct has taken over and Lola is arching her back, whining my name, encouraging me.

“Nothing but a horny, little virgin, aren’t you? Look at you. Turned out by a big cock.” I backhand her quivering ass. Slap. “Listen to you, crying for Daddy. Thighs spread, ass up, begging for her next thrust. Oh don’t worry, you’re going to get it, baby.”