Stepdaddy Savage (Savage People 1)

His words are so fucking ugly, but so beautiful at the same time. A complete dichotomy, just like us. “I want this,” and “please” are the only decipherable words tumbling from my mouth.

I tug frantically at his shirt, and slide my feet up to the waistband of his pants and kick them off in a frenzy to rid the layers between us. He chuckles at my desperation, but the moment he feels that thick cock rest between my pussy lips, all signs of humor are gone. I’m using my legs to pull him into me, but he doesn’t budge.

“I can’t be gentle right now, Dolly.” The anguish on his face tells me he’s fighting with himself, and I can’t let him change his mind.

“I don’t want gentle. I just want you. Now fuck me, daddy.”

I’m fucking dripping so at first he slides in relatively easily, but then I feel excruciating pain that makes me suck in a breath. This hurts. Like really hurts. Graham slowly, so slowly rocks into me, inch by inch. I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath, trying to adjust to his size.

“Let me in, Dolly. Take Daddy’s cock.” He pushes all the way in, and I scream out. His face looks almost as pained as mine. His right hand fists in my hair and the left hand slides down to play with my clit. Soon, the pain lessens and my movements become wild, urgent. Chasing this feeling that only Graham gives me.

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby. Your pussy is squeezing my dick so hard. I don’t want to stop.”

“Please, don’t ever stop fucking me!”

My words seem to spark something in him and he finally lets go. He pushes my knees to my shoulders and starts pounding me like his life depends on it. God, it’s so deep, but the pain is delicious. With each thrust, I’m closer and closer to exploding. He spreads my knees apart, and his eyes are glued to the spot we’re joined.

“Look at this gorgeous fucking cunt. Look at us, Dolly.”

I rise up on my elbows and there’s something about seeing me spread wide open, wrapped around him that makes it so much hotter. He circles my clit with his thumb and it makes me completely fucking lose it. I throw my head back and scream, “Oh fuck, I’m coming!”

“Fuck. That’s it, baby. I can feel you milking my cock. And now you’re going to take every fucking drop.” I feel my pussy contracting around him over and over again. Each time he slides out, it seems to suck him right back in, where he belongs.

He drops my legs, and one hand goes back into my hair, gathering it in his fist while he covers my entire body with his. The other hand grabs one of my thighs while he swivels his hips, his pelvis rubbing my clit and his balls smacking my ass. Just as I start to come again, he tenses up and growls, “Fuuuuuuck,” before unloading inside me.

We both say nothing as we attempt to catch our breath. He smooths hair off my face, and kisses me with an unexpected tenderness. He starts to pull out, but I hold him in place with my legs. As we both succumb to sleep, I realize my music is still on, and I drift off to the faint lullaby of “Straylight Run” coming from my forgotten headphones on the other side of the bed.

“You would kill for this, just a little bit. Just a little bit.

You would, you would…”

When I wake up, I instantly feel Graham’s absence. And not just the lack his scorching heat and heavy weight on top of me; somehow, I know before opening my eyes that he’s not even home.

My mind automatically starts to think the worst, he got what he wanted and bailed. My virgin ass sucked in bed. He decided that I was a stage five clinger and he isn’t about that life.

But I know that’s not true. I know he feels something for me. I may question the “why” of it all, but I don’t question the fact that Graham wants this. He’s not the kind of man who would come up with an elaborate plan to seduce a teenage girl. He doesn’t have to. Not a straight female on this earth would deny him, and I’m betting like 90 percent of the lesbian population would take a ride on that deep-V diver. Like the fucking savage that he is, Graham takes what he wants. And right now, he wants me.

I stretch my arms above my head and some mix between a moan and a yawn comes out when I roll over. I’m so sore between my legs but I like it. It’s going to be a constant reminder that I just let my step-dad take my virginity, as if I needed one.

I stand up to walk to the bathroom and feel something trickle down the inside of my thigh. I look down and freeze when I

see his pink-tinged come and remember that he came inside of me. We didn’t fucking use a condom. It didn’t even occur to me… I’ve never done this before! But Graham… this wasn’t his first rodeo. Oh my god. What if he never uses condoms? What if he isn’t clean?

Calm your tits, Dahl. Graham is way too careful for that shit.

Deep down, I don’t honestly think he would just go spreading his seed around the world, but I can’t stop the thought from entering my brain.

I’m not super worried about pregnancy because even though I’ve never actually had sex, my mom insisted that I take birth control since I started my first period. Maybe she was looking out for me, or maybe she just didn’t want another mouth to feed. Either way, right now, I’m thankful for her.

I look down at my snow-colored sheets and I expect there to be more of a mess. Aren’t you supposed to bleed when you lose your virginity? Maybe that’s a myth. There’s a tiny pink dot, but other than that, nothing. Not that I’m complaining. That evidence would be hard to hide.

After freshening up in the bathroom, I check my phone and have a million missed calls and texts from Jade. I should probably call her back before she shows up at my door. The phone doesn’t even ring one full time before she answers.

“Hang on, I’m getting snacks and my Snuggie for this conversation,” she greets me.

“Really,” I deadpan. “Why are you so dramatic?”

“Um…it’s not every day my BFF loses her virginity to the hottest, most badass man I’ve ever seen up close. Did you S his D? Did he lick your B? Oh my god, did he go ass-to-mouth? You never go ass to mouth.”