“I made mistakes.” Greyson took my hand. “A big one—but it doesn’t change how I feel about you.”
“It just hurt.” I sighed. “I wanted you to be proud of me for handling the situation with Meghan. I didn’t need my Daddy—I needed you.”
“I see that now.” He nodded. “I don’t want to be your Daddy anymore. I want to look into your eyes and tell you that you’re beautiful—that you’re a woman—the only one for me.”
“Can you really do that?” I tilted my head slightly. “Or will you always see me as the eighteen-year-old girl you’re supposed to look after?”
“That’s not what I see right now—and not who I want to kiss.” He leaned forward. “If you can forgive me…”
There was remorse in his eyes, and it was genuine. I did want to forgive him—so I did—but not with my words. I met his lips with a kiss that was returned immediately. It was so passionate and full of desire. It felt like the world melted away like colors running down a painting that had been left in a storm. The real storm was starting to rage inside me. I needed Greyson, but it was more than that—he needed me too. The kiss brought back every emotion I had felt for him and magnified it until I didn’t want to be at the event anymore. I wanted to be in his arms—and I wanted him to do a lot more than kiss me.
“Can we go home now?” I gasped as our lips were separated.
“Yes.” He took my hand. “This party is boring anyway…”
“I wouldn’t say that—but I’m definitely ready to leave.” I smiled and followed behind him as he led me to the car.
We climbed into the back of the limousine and Greyson hit a button that raised a divider so John couldn’t see us. Greyson’s lips found mine immediately and his hands explored my body as John drove us home. The second we were inside the house, our lips seared together, and we left a trail of clothes from the front door to Greyson’s bedroom. Greyson lifted me in his arms we crashed into the bed with our bodies intertwined. His smoldering lips teased my neck while his hands pushed my legs apart. I was ready for him. He was going to be the first man to make love to me, and—he would be the last. I wanted to spend the rest of my life in his arms, and I knew that was exactly where he wanted me to be.
“You’re going to be mine tonight.” Greyson leaned back and I felt his cock push against my pussy.
“Oh god…” I moaned when I felt him start to enter my wetness.
My tightness resisted him as he started tried to enter me. I knew it was going to hurt, but I didn’t care. He kissed my neck as he slowly stretched my pussy around his incredible girth. My back arched on the mattress when I felt him against my hymen. My innocence belonged to him, and he pushed until he tore through the thin membrane. He gave me a couple of gentle thrusts as I adjusted to the feeling. There was a burn where my hymen had been—a burn that got a little more intense when he pushed past it and stretched my virgin pussy a little more. He slid a hand down to my clit and started to massage it with his thumb as he went deeper.
“That feels good…” I exhaled sharply into his ear. “Keep going.”
“You feel amazing—so fucking tight.” He growled into my ear. “You’re going to come so many times before I’m done with you…”
I was on my way to the first one and he wasn’t even all the way inside me yet. My pussy was aching from his cock, but his thumb felt amazing on my clit. It numbed some of the pain—enough for him to keep going deeper—enough for him to give me a couple of harder thrusts. My pussy was adjusting, but it wasn’t going to be able to fully adjust until I felt every inch of his length. His thumb started to move a little faster. My clit turned into a hard knot underneath his touch and I felt it sending pleasure through my veins. He kept his thumb moving while his thrusts picked up speed—and went a little deeper. I felt the pressure building up inside me and I could tell I was about to come. My nails dug into his back and my back arched.
“I’m gonna come.” I moaned into his ear and I felt my pussy spasm on his cock. “You’re making me come!”
“Fuck, your pussy feels so damn good— come for me baby.” He pushed into my spasms and a deep throaty-growl echoed in my ear.
The orgasm felt really good with his cock inside me, even if my clit was what set it off. My pussy seized his cock and he had to thrust harder to keep the pace going. The orgasm took the pain away completely because I was floating on a cloud of bliss. That allowed him to push himself deeper and then I felt his balls against my skin. He left himself buried inside me for several seconds while I adjusted. His thumb moved away from my clit as the orgasm began to fade. The pain returned for a moment, but the endorphins were blocking most of it. He pulled back slowly, kissed my neck, and then buried himself inside me with a slow thrust.
“That felt—really good.” I dug my nails into his back.
“It’ll feel even better once you get used to it.” He pressed his lips to my neck and his hips started to lift again.
It took a dozen of those slow thrusts for me to get fully adjusted to them, but then they started to get faster. I felt a new sensation—a beautiful version of bliss resonating from within me. My g-spot felt even better than my clit, and he hit it every time he went deep. I wanted him to go faster—harder—so I begged him to. Once his thrusts got harder and faster, I felt his cock throb inside me. It was an amazing feeling. The pressure started to build again, but it was more intense than anything I had felt before. It swelled inside me and my whole body began to quiver. I could tell it was going to be a big orgasm—the biggest one of my life. I wanted him there with me—in that moment—I needed him to feel the same pleasure I felt.
“I’m gonna come again…” I moaned into his ear and kissed his neck. “Come with me—I want you to feel it!”
“I’m almost there—so fucking close.” His head rolled back slightly.
Greyson started to hammer my pussy. The thrusts were so hard that the bed began to shake and slam into the wall. That just made the pressure build faster—but I fought against the release because I wanted him to come inside me while my body exploded with bliss. I felt like I was detached from my soul for a moment—consumed by passion and desire. His cock started to throb and then it began to pulsate. He was finally there. My body started to shake. I couldn’t control my orgasm any longer. My mouth opened wide and a squeal echoed from my throat. His hips started to buck erratically—and I was driven into the mattress by his fury.
“Oh fuck!” I squealed louder. “I’m coming!”
“It’s okay—I’m about to come!” His head rolled bac
k further, and I heard a primal roar rush from his throat.
Cum started to erupt from his cock and his seed flooded my pussy. My body jerked and shook as the orgasm consumed me. My spasms made his entire length throb inside me as his lust brought the release we both craved. He kept thrusting and another orgasm built immediately. There was no way I could stop it. It stacked on top of the first one and my bliss surged through my veins again. He kept going until every drop of cum had been emptied from his balls and my orgasm finally began to fade. I was exhausted and my heart was pounding in my chest. He collapsed on top of me for a moment and then rolled to the side. I wanted to be in his arms, but I couldn’t move. He slid closer and his powerful arms wrapped around me. I got enough strength to snuggle close to him and felt tranquility as the afterglow settled me down.
“That was—amazing.” I let out a long sigh once I got the strength to speak.