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“Tristan. Oh Daddy! Oh, fuck!,” she whines, still undulating on my
face.
I made this beautiful goddess come and it inflates me with male pride. Might be ugly, too old for her and oversized, but at the very least, I can give her an orgasm. That confidence has my body moving to flip Lia on her back. Staring down into her dazed blue eyes, I shove down my briefs and fist my aching cock,
shoving it against her hole. “Let me in, little girl.”
“I’m yours, I’m yours,” she sobs, her hands twisting in the
comforter on either side of her head, her thighs opening in
welcome. “I want to make you feel good, too, Big Daddy.”
“Oh, you will. As often as I want, isn’t that right?” I wedge an inch.
inside of her and have to stop to get myself under control. Bare
minimum, I need to get my whole dick inside of her before I
come. Her extreme tightness could prove that a pipe dream,
though.
Jesus.
Her innocence, the knowledge that I’m the first one to claim her,
turns me into an animal. I’ve never been like this before.
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Dominating. Starved. But there is permission in her eyes, her
body language. She wants everything I have to give. Maybe even
needs it.
I wrap my hand around her throat and thrust another two inches deep, her pussy suctioning up around me. “Give me that fucking cherry,” I growl through my teeth, flattening her petite body and jerking her knees up to her shoulders. “This is where teasing
gets you, baby. This is where looking like sex on legs gets you.
Underneath a man your father’s age with a bloody little pussy.
Let me deeper.”
She makes a mewling sound of struggle and wiggles her hips,
allowing in some more–and I feel her virgin barrier stopping my
tip from going any further. Tenderness catches me unexpectedly in the chest, bringing my mouth down to hers
where I kiss her soothingly, with reassurance, even as I try to
stuff my cock deeper. There’s no stopping it. No putting off
what I’ve wanted from this girl for longer than I’ll ever admit.
“Tristan,” she whimpers against my lips, her eyes bright,
nervous.
“Baby,” I groan, preparing, sinking my tongue in and out of her
sweet mouth. “It’ll be okay. I’m here. I’ve got you.”
She nods trustingly, wide eyes on her Big Daddy–and I ram
forward, breaking through the obstacle of her virginity, her
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miracle pussy swallowing me whole. My shoulder muffles her
scream, her fingernails imbedding in my back. And I’m not exaggerating. The pussy is a fucking miracle. It milks me from
root to head, little muscles rippling, stroking my cock like a
million tiny hands. It might be a decade since I had sex, but I
know damn well she feels even better than she’s supposed to. A
million miles beyond what I’ve experienced or could have
imagined.
“My baby okay?” I manage, my spine already beginning to
tighten, balls drawing up.
Shit. Goddammit. I’m not going to last one thrust.
“Yes,” she hiccups, kissing my neck, my shoulders and cheeks.
“Big, big, big.”
Her praise makes me groan raggedly and I try to pull out
halfway, so I can sink back into heaven and drain my cock, but I
can barely move inside of her. “Christ, Lia.”
“I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers
in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight,
released, clenched, released…”
As she says the words, her pussy performs the actions until I’m
panting into the space between us, shudders wracking my body. “FUCK,” I growl, sparks blinking in front of my vision. “You’re
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going to get it now, little girl.”
All I can do after that is assault her.
That’s the only way to define it.
I shove her legs open on the bed and do exactly as I threatened.
I rail her like a dog, slamming my dick in and out of her wet
blonde cunt. She screams and claws at me, begging me not to
stop, rocking her hips up to meet my hectic drives, my grunts loud enough to be heard in the room next door, along with her
calls of my name–and in this moment, I want that. I want everyone in this hotel to know I get to fuck this supple nineteen- year–old. I want them to know she primed her pussy for me so it
would be extra snug. And I can’t believe my luck. Whether I’m
paying or not, I can’t believe she’s allowing my big, hairy body on
top of her smooth, tiny one for a single second. That she’s not only spreading her legs for me, she’s moaning with pleasure, not put off by my aggression at all. No, it’s making her hot.
“Harder, Big Daddy. Punish me.”
I’m not sure how I stop myself from ejaculating. Maybe it’s the
intense need to stay locked inside her perfection for as long as
possible, but somehow I hold back. Long enough to pull out of
Lia and flip her face down, yanking her hips up and back into my
lap. I re–enter her with my purpling cock, our flesh slapping.
madly as I raw–dog her from behind, employing not a hint of
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gentleness. She doesn’t want gentleness, either. Not my girl.
She tilts her hips back and asks for it harder. Faster.
Across the dark room, I catch our reflections in the window. Big
and small. Man and girl. Her small breasts bounce every time I
smack into her, tight pussy welcoming me wetly. Her mouth is
open, eyes clenched shut. Enjoying the hell out of being ridden.
rough. And I know in that moment that I’m already addicted to
her. This isn’t going to be a casual arrangement. The way she
feels–the way she makes me feel, inside and out–is what I’ve been missing for so long. And she was right there in front of me
the whole time.
With a snarl of possession, I hunch over her smooth back,
bringing my fingers between her thighs to stroke her clit. “No
more flirting, Lia. Not with anyone but me, understand? I get it
all. Every smile. Every shake of those tits.” I pound her
relentlessly, my climax beginning to crest, thickening my voice,
pulling taut the muscles in my loins. “You want to flirt? You get
on your knees and flirt with Big Daddy’s big dick. Are we clear on
that?”
“Yes, Big Daddy!” she screams, her little body shuddering
through an orgasm.
I give up the fight at the first clench of her pussy, my shaft
spasming, firing a hot line of come into her wet heat. Primal
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ownership surges inside of me and I wind her hair in my fist, pushing her face down into the mattress, burying my cock as
deep as it’ll go. Growling. My hips slapping off her tight ass, rope after rope of semen filling her until I collapse sideways.
My big stomach heaves inside of my undershirt, my cock still
half–hard in the open V of my trousers. I think life can’t get any
better, when suddenly it does. Lia curls up into my side like at
drowsy kitten, naked and rosy and dazed from her orgasm. It feels completely natural to turn onto my side and welcome her into my arms, smiling as she snuggles into my black–and–white
chest hair. I think she’s fallen asleep when her hesitant voice
reaches my ears.
“Did I…please you?”
A laugh barks out of me before I can stop it. “Lia. I could die a happy man right now. Life can only go downhill after what we
just did. You were…you are…Jesus Christ. I should be asking if I
pleased you, not the other way around.”
“You did,” she whispers shakily, hot eyes raking up and down my
chest. “A lot.”
Unbelievably, my cock is already starting to stir again. This girl…
she invigorates me. Makes me feel even more alive than I felt
when I was her age. Not only in sexual way, either. The organ in
my chest has been twisted up into a knot beneath my jugular.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.