Oh my God, is this really happening?
“I love it. I love it,” she chants, her head thrashing on the cot. “More.”
It’s like a switch has flipped inside of me. Now if I don’t get my entire cock inside of her, I will die. Die. I’m past the point of no return. “Pet your clit,” I order through my teeth. “Help Daddy get in up to his balls.”
She nods dutifully. If I didn’t know any better, I would say she just soaked herself a little more at hearing me say the word Daddy. My lord. I could have been on dry land looking for her all this time. I could have found her sooner. I’ll never forgive myself for waiting so long. My Cindy. Mine. “You’re my miracle. My angel. My fuck toy, baby.” I wedge my face into the crook of her sweet-smelling neck, kissing and licking her there while she plays with the little button between her legs. Already she’s growing more slippery, her tight cunt contracting and releasing around me, her heels digging into my ass, urging me to move.
And I can’t hold off any longer.
I can’t.
Looking her in the eye, I flex my hips and give her the remaining inches, swallowing her shaky whimper with my mouth, holding her down when she bucks and flails, whispering words of comfort against her temple until she calms. Until the tension leaves her limbs and she turns pliant beneath me once more. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry, I don’t want you to hurt,” I say hoarsely, in between kisses of her panting mouth. Or maybe I’m the one panting. How could I not be? She’s squeezing me so tight it’s bringing tears to my eyes, tension to the base of my spine. Soft. So soft and warm and perfect. She’s already got me shuddering with the need to blow, my testicles wrenched up and throbbing. “But I won’t be able to stop now.”
My thrusts begin.
And she throws her head back and screams.
I bellow in denial. I’m putting this angel through pain. I’m squandering my gift. But I can’t stop fucking. I’m rutting in a frenzy, sweating profusely onto her sweet body, my unwieldy hands probably leaving bruise marks on her skin.
“Damn me, damn me,” I grunt, while pumping all the harder. Faster.
“More,” she sobs, ripping her fingernails down my back and burying them in the flesh of my ass. “More, more, more.”
Relief and wonder and lust detonate inside of me. She’s…enjoying it. Am I hearing her right? Am I inventing this reaction of hers in my mind because I want her pleasure so badly? No. No, I think this is real. Her hips roll beneath mine eagerly, her hands pull me close, urging me on, instead of trying to dislodge me. “Please,” I grit out. “I would die to make you come like this. I would die to feel your orgasm spill out around my dick. Tell me what’s making you hot, little girl, and I’ll do more of it. Going to satisfy this pussy. Going to please it.”
Dazed eyes wander up to mine, those hips of hers still rolling, enticing, her slick, smooth body writhing beneath my huge, coarse, hairy one. “I don’t know…I…”
Why is she hesitant to tell me what she likes?
Is that a blush spreading on her cheeks?
“Tell me immediately,” I growl, driving into her for emphasis.
Her moan is better than a chorus of angels. “I don’t know. I l-liked it when you told me you wouldn’t be able to stop. Like you couldn’t control yourself a-and there was nothing I could do about it.” Her voice drops to a whisper. “I liked being helpless.”
Jesus Christ.
A hot ripple goes through my cock, nearly causing me to blow.
No.
Hold it in.
This is important, this…insight into my girl. She likes when I give in to the demands of my body when I’ve been trying to prevent such a thing all along.
No longer.
I’ll give her what she needs. Always. My body provides for hers.
I close a hand around her throat and watch her eyes grow more unfocused, her inner walls bearing down on me, squeezing, pulsing. “Daddy is going to take what he needs now. And you’re going to open your legs and like it.” I tighten my grip and listen to her whimper excitedly, her hips shifting, an abundance of wetness making it easier for me to begin pounding. No holding back. I’m a beast now, rearing back and slamming deep into Cindy’s channel, a place made solely for me. “Anyone else comes near this hole between your legs, little girl, I will murder them with my bare hands, is that understood?”
“Yes,” she wails, nodding. “I won’t. I don’t want anyone but my…”
“Say it,” I demand, digging my thumb ever so slightly into the racing pulse on her throat. “Anyone but…”