Coaxing the Roughneck

“Cindy,” I hiss through my teeth. “No.”

She blinks down at me, all slow lidded. “Are you afraid to get me pregnant?”

“I’d kill to get you pregnant.” I lever myself up, snarling against her perfect fucking mouth. “I could also kill you in the process. Don’t you dare.”

Her quick breaths pelt my lips. “Don’t dare what?”

“You want to give me a hand job, I’ll take it and be grateful as fuck. But if you unzip my jeans, you’re going to be in big trouble, little girl.”

“Big Trouble.” She beats me off. Hard. “That’s a good name for it.”

“Cindy. Cindy.”

“Daddy, am I in big trouble?” she croons in a young voice that makes my pulse pinwheel, thick heat bombarding me from all sides. I hear my zipper come down and I clench my teeth. Stop her. Why can’t I move? My hands are in fists, pinned to my side by some unseeable force. What is she going to do next?

What if she can fit it?

She has me in her pumping fist and now…oh, now the head of my cock is nudging the dripping hole between her thighs. It’s so little and tight. It’s not going to work and she’s going to hate me afterward for the pain. The soreness.

The way I will undoubtedly lose control.

“No,” I groan, my balls tightening up viciously. “No, Cindy.”

“Shhh,” she says, kissing me. “You want this.”

She tucks the tip of my cock into that intensely narrow channel, her tiny female muscles flexing and stretching around me. Pulsating.

She circles her hips, moaning softly.

“Oh fuck.” I’m shaking. Sweating. My instinct is to seat her in one hard upthrust, but I bury my fingertips in her hips, instead, and pant, pant, pant my way through the excruciating pleasure/pain of having one glorious inch of myself inside this girl’s hot little pussy. “No more. No more.”

I open my eyes to find her biting her lip impishly—and then she wiggles her hips, slipping down, down further on my shaft and I shout her name, slapping her ass hard, reflexively, my lungs laboring to breathe. “Jesus,” I slur, my vision doubling. “Too tight. S’too tight, baby. Stop.”

I look down between our bodies, finding the pale lips of her cunt stretching around the purple trunk of hunger sprouting up from my lap. She might as well be fucking a monster. And there’s an ominous ripple in my balls, in my belly, telling me we’re getting very close to my edge. An edge I’ve never leapt over before. I have no idea what it looks like, only know it will end in her pain.

“Ohhh,” she moans, arching her back, her palms flattening on my chest. “I love the way it feels. It beats like a heart. It touches me everywhere.”

This is the greatest pleasure I ever thought to experience. I could die now and be happy with my time on earth, knowing it ended with a few inches lodged inside of Cindy. I’m doing everything I can to deny the instinct inside me. It begs me to sink in fully, all the way to my balls, and come so deep that her body will have no choice but to become pregnant. I’m holding the urge at bay with everything inside of me, because the idea of her being in pain makes me rageful.

“You’re perfect right there,” I grunt, leaning up to lick her pointed nipples, dragging the flat of my tongue side to side on them. “Not another inch, Cindy.”

But then I gently close my teeth around one of her nipples and she moans, slipping down further, involuntarily. A barrier gives way, making her suck in an unsteady breath. And our eyes lock. Hers are dazed and mine must be predatory, because that’s how I feel. That’s what I am now. I’ve just officially claimed her. I’m no longer capable of slowing this down. No, it’s too tight. Too good.

She’s too mine.

“Are you hurt?” I growl through gritted teeth.

“No.” She shakes her head, shifting on top of me. Tempting me. “Maybe a little, but I like the p-pressure. And th-there’s a spot where you’re touching…one of your veins is pounding against it and…please, Butch. I want more. I want it all.”

My head spins. I would think I’m dreaming if I couldn’t feel her clenching and pulsing on me, impaled and gorgeous and hot. So fucking hot.

She’s asking for it.

“All right, little girl, you want this elephant cock?” In one swift movement, I flip her over, looming above her flushed face and bouncing tits. Utter perfection. Mine. Mine. Mine. “You better open your pretty little legs as wide as they’ll go. I’ll deep dick you until you scream.”

“Yes!”

Am I hearing her right? She wants it? I’m halfway in and she’s not crying or trying to shove me off yet? Experimentally, I nudge another inch deeper. And another. And her back comes off the bed, her nails digging into my shoulders, scratching tracks of blood onto me. Signs of pain…right? But her pussy, it’s wetter than ever. “Do you…like it?” I rasp, reaching beneath her to grip her ass cheek, holding her steady for another slow insertion. Another incredible inch.