With a groan, he lands on top of me, pressing me down into the mattress, his mouth wet and insistent on my neck. The robe and my panties are tossed aside like nothing and we’re skin to skin, Mick coarse and covered in hair on top of my smaller, smoother form. And nothing has ever felt more right.
Despite his thick flesh growing between our stomachs, I still sense him holding back, though. “What do you want, Mick?”
He shakes his head while sucking at my lips. “It’s bad, baby.”
“No, it can’t be.” I spread my thighs wide and roll my hips. “Tell me. I want to give you everything.”
For long moments, all I hear are the shallow breaths he takes against my mouth. “I liked claiming you in front of him. I know it’s wrong, but I have this need for other men to know you’re mine. Especially him. He is…he was…the only other man in your life. And I wanted him to know that shit was over. That you’re mine now. Forever.”
I stroke my fingertips down his broad back. “That’s not wrong. It’s just you,” I whisper, letting him lick me into a hard, grateful kiss. “Maybe it’s both of us. Because I want him to know you’re mine, too.” Closing my eyes, I whisper the truth I’ve been keeping, deep in my subconscious. “I want to do it all over again.”
Mick scrutinizes my face for a few beats, as if he can’t believe what I’m saying. As if he’s in awe of me. That thick part of him throbs harder, more insistently between us. And without warning, I’m flipped over onto my stomach, my left cheek pressed down onto the soft sheets. “Spread them, brat.”
I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. “No…please.”
“You heard him,” Mick growls, bearing his teeth against my ear. “You’re mine for the hour. We don’t want to disappoint our audience, do we?”
Dizziness wracks me, I’m so hot and turned on in the most twisted way. Moisture pools between my legs, my skin prickling with sensitivity. Mick and I both need the act of him claiming me in front of my one and only father figure, but being attuned to Mick, I know exactly how he wants to play. It matches my own desire, because I like mean Mick. I don’t know how or why, all I know is my body responds and he takes care of the ache. “Don’t look,” I croak, sliding my thighs wide on the bed. “Don’t watch. Please.”
Mick’s growl vibrates through my whole body. My arms are wrenched behind me, wrists pinned at the small of my back. “Oh, he’s going to look, all right.” The thick head of his flesh breaches me, before the rest of him slams deep, driving me up the bed, crackles going off in my ears, my belly. “He’s going to watch his little girl get ruined by a big cock. He’s going to watch it from behind, too, so he can watch me slide in and out, stretching your tight pussy with every pump.” His forearm jerks me up onto my knees. “So get your little ass up. Show daddy how you make the strange man come.”
My thighs are already starting to tremble, but the need for release comes from deep deep inside me after that. Because when Mick begins to thrust, he finds that sensitive spot and hits it over and over. There’s no way to escape the awful, wonderful, scary, intense, wild pressure that begins to build. He’s so rough, giving me no way to move, that arm like a band of steel around my hips, keeping me stationary for his grunting drives.
“Stop him,” I wail, my fingers clawing at the sheets. “It’s too big. It hurts.”
Mick shouts a curse and picks up the pace, the sound of our smacking flesh filling the room. “Paid extra to get you pregnant, brat. Hold still and let it happen.”
“No!”
“Yes.” His mouth finds my neck, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh. “Mine now. All mine. He’s seen it happen. Fucking mine. Always.”
I’m talking to Mick now and that’s what sends me into my climax, blistering white lust taking me prisoner from all sides, dragging me down into those agonizing moments while waiting for the pleasure to break—and when it does, I catapult into the blissful nothing, my flesh clamping down around Mick’s flesh, my consciousness wavering, blinking in and out. He falls forward, pinning me to the bed, his hips ramming into me from above, using my body like a toy.
When he roars loud enough to make my eardrums hurt, I wonder if maybe my father knows what we’re doing after all. Half of Los Angeles must hear Mick hit his peak and unleash endless streams of fluid inside me. It overflows and dribbles down my thighs, while his cock continues to stuff me full. In and out. Hard, rough, desperate. I’m sliding up and back on the mattress, taking it, sobbing, tears overflowing and running down my cheeks from the intensity of it all.