His Prize Pupil
“Don’t stop,” I urge breathlessly, sliding my palms up his pecs and resting them on his shoulders, clinging. “I need you.”
“I haven’t even fingered you,” he says raggedly, nudging the damp opening of my sex, attempting to work his hard flesh inside. “Haven’t even licked your pussy.”
“I don’t care,” I whimper, sliding my hands down his back and clawing at his hips. I’m consumed by need for something I don’t understand. Something I have no experience with. But this man and I are connected by something intangible, as well as earth-shattering physical chemistry, and I can’t survive any more delays before feeling him. All of him. “Daddy. I want my reward now!”
With a strangled roar, Gavin thrusts inside of me. Partially, at least. It takes several demanding tweaks of his hips to seat him fully—and all I can do is gasp for air with every new, thick inch as pain invades my limbs, my tummy. Oh, oh, I don’t know what’s happening. Am I in misery or is this ecstasy? It hurts and it teases pleasure at the same time. My thighs tremble and more wetness rushes to where our bodies join. Even though there’s a pinching pressure, I can’t help but sink my fingers into his lower back and pull him tighter.
Gavin hisses a breath through his teeth. “Jesus fucking Christ, it’s so wet and tight. Don’t fucking move or I’m going to spill.”
“I can’t stop,” I respond choppily, my knees pulling up on autopilot, toward my shoulders, sinking his hugeness impossibly deeper. “I can’t stay still. I c-can’t. The pressure. Please.”
“I felt your cherry pop, Alana,” Gavin says hoarsely, his weight slowly pushing me down, his panting lips ghosting over mine. “You need time.”
Even as he says it, his hips are beginning to pump.
“Goddammit,” he shouts into my neck. “Tell me to slow down.”
“No,” I gasp.
There’s no help for the sexual gravity between us.
It’s like we’re being compelled.
“I need you, Daddy,” I whisper, teasing his sides with my inner thighs. “Take me.”
Something comes over him. A momentary stillness. One of his hands lifts and wraps around my throat. “My little girl,” he rasps, squeezing. “Mine.”
My expression is a mixture of innocence, understanding and budding desire. For this man. This forbidden man he’s representing. “Yes.”
Eyes locked on each other, Gavin starts fucking me. It begins with testing drives, the pendulum of his balls lightly rebounding off my backside. But within seconds, he’s bucking against me, his body straining, the bed springs squeaking beneath us. The frenzy that takes him over is what Estelle tried to warn me about, I think. He loses his humanity, his face contorting in mask of pain, gentleness deserting him.
With his full weight on top of me, Gavin jerks up my knees and drapes them over his shoulders, his hips lifting and slapping back down, his sex stiffening and elongating even more inside of me, reaching places that roll my eyes back in my head, create a coiling burden deep in my womb. “This is only for your Daddy,” he chants. “This is only for your Daddy.”
“Yes.” Oh God, what is that spot he’s touching? It’s like a magical pressure point sending signals to that nub hidden in my folds and—my hips buck. “Oh!” He’s let go of my throat and now he’s touching it. He’s touching that pearl of confusing sensations that I could never seem to figure out. His thumb is stroking it roughly and now is when I usually stop because the onslaught of bliss becomes too much. But Gavin only bears down harder, his thumb giving firm, unrelenting friction. “I-i-it’s too much. It’s too much! What’s going to happen?”
Gavin’s lust-sharpened eyes dawn with understanding that this has never happened to me before. That I’ve never gotten this far. His shock is replaced by determination and something sweet, at the same time. Affection softens his mouth as he plants them on top of mine, kissing me slowly, coaxingly. “I’m here now, princess. You can let go. Milk my big cock with your first orgasm.” He quickens the strum of his thumb on my clit, his full-to-bursting manhood stroking into me deeply, so deeply, I can’t think, only feel. “You can do it, little girl. You can do this for Daddy and make me so proud.”
The scream that builds inside of me isn’t just audible, it’s a clenching of muscles and tissue. It’s the incredible, final tightening inside of me that suddenly lets loose, bringing a barrage of pleasure so wild I have to fight it. I struggle beneath Gavin, but he captures my wrists and holds me down, groaning brokenly into my hair as I thrash, the orgasm that has eluded me for so long ripping me apart. My inner walls constrict around Gavin’s thick flesh and it starts to spasm, Gavin bellowing a curse into my neck, his hips smacking into mine with violent thrusts, an abundance of liquid heat firing from his body into mine, leaking out and coursing down my thighs and buttocks, but still he pumps, smashing the headboard against the wall, again and again, his groans turning hoarse until finally he collapses on top of me.