During my speech, he has started panting, the temperature of his skin rising several degrees. “Make it stop, Daddy.” On that final word, he tightens his hold around my throat and I sob, a spasm running through my intimate muscles, setting loose more moisture, which he grinds into eagerly. Roughly. And then he releases my throat, reaches down and guides himself to my entrance, the bulbous head of his shaft stretching me, his huge, hairy thighs chafing the smooth insides of mine. “Never been near a pussy before, but even I know this one is young. How old are you?” He grits out a curse. “Sweet Jesus, should have asked before. No matter what you say now, it’s going in. Every filthy inch. I can’t stop now.”
“I’m a big girl,” I say, my upper lip curling flirtatiously.
With his eyes fastened to my mouth, he grunts, shudders, and a hot spurt of seed nearly scalds the flesh between my thighs. “Holy shit, I’m not going to make it a minute. Give me a number, Fawn. I need to know if I’ve crossed the line from monster to Satan territory.”
“I’ve been eighteen for three months,” I say, arching my back, nearly delirious with pleasure already, simply from the anticipation of this man taking full ownership of me. “Every one of them was spent waiting for you. Please. I’m aching all over. Make it stop, make it stop.”
“God forgive me,” he rasps, working his stiffness deeper into my body, before sliding a hand under my buttocks and holding my right cheek in a tight grip. Positioning me, keeping me steady. Then he stamps his mouth down over mine, hot breath coming out his nostrils in rapid succession, his sweat dripping onto my skin. And he slams forward with a yell, catching my shrill scream in his hard mouth.
There was no other way to break through my barrier or get the bulky size of him through my untried channel. I know that.
But my stories never describe the pain accurately. Or in major detail.
It’s an invasion. The wind is knocked out of me, discomfort blooming between my legs, the stretching sensation so much more intense than I expected it to be. Yet his ample weight is pinning me to the seat and he’s so unbelievably hard inside of me. An animal following his instinct to mate. I’m being taken by my giant. Finally. It’s such a relief to be his sacrifice that I overlook the throbbing ache and the discomfort fades into an afterthought. Especially compared to the utter bliss on his face. The dropped jaw and glazed eyes. His rattling breaths.
“Can’t believe…” he starts, struggling through an inhale. “Can’t believe this is real. I felt that cherry pop, little girl. I fucking felt it. Made this pussy mine.”
“Yes.” Ignoring the twinge deep beneath my belly button, I roll my hips upward, rejoicing in his guttural moan. “You made me yours. You own me, now play with me.”
His flesh swells inside of me, tremors coursing through every giant inch of him. “You can’t be used to me yet. You can’t be real.”
“I could say the same thing about you,” I whisper against his mouth, teasing his lips with my tongue until he parts them, letting me lick into his mouth, my hands sneaking down to the thick slabs of his butt, purring and yanking him deeper. “But you’re too huge and hard and deep to be anything but real.”
“Ain’t going to make it but a minute,” he heaves, face screwed up with an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain. “Should have licked your pretty cunt. Hell, I can’t last long enough to make you come. I’m already dripping all over that womb, baby.”
I bite my lip playfully, watching his hungry reaction as I trail a hand down my stomach and start to fondle my clit. “I’ll help, Daddy.”
The animalistic sound he makes could have come from the surrounding forest. “Oh fuck. Fuck. Such a hot and horny little thing. So motherfucking tight around my dick.”
He throws back his head and starts to ride me rough. It’s nothing short of a frenzy.
I’m a toy to manhandle—and I love it.
Love watching his eyes turn blind, feeling the heavy pendulum of his testicles slapping off my bottom. He drops his face into my neck and grunts frantically, his long sex pumping and pumping, his huge body flattening me into the seat. The car makes a rusted creaking sound with every thrust of his shaft into my wet flesh and that sound comes faster and faster, his hips grinding me down and taking. Just when I’m positive he can’t make love to me any harder or with more intensity, he shoves my knees up to my ears and drills downward, lifting and pummeling me with his entire weight, making me scream.
“You like how I play?” he growls, dragging his tongue up the side of my face, nuzzling his face into my hair without gentleness. “This wouldn’t look like playtime to anyone walking by. No way I could convince a court of law you handed over this perfect little pussy without me having to use force. Especially with your virgin blood splattered all over my belly, baby.”
I want to say something back. Want to tell him I love the way he speaks to me, that it makes my clit more sensitive, makes me feel like a coveted object—but apparently that is exactly what I need to coax my orgasm to the fore. To be his prized treasure. To have him praise me so crudely and bluntly. Because here it comes. I release a closed-mouth sob and pet my clit faster, seeking out Benny’s mouth with mine, kissing him wildly while the inferno inside of me builds. “Harder,” I whimper, sick, delirious lust snaring me in its trap, unleashing the desire kept hidden inside of me so long. “Make a baby inside me, Daddy.” I bury my teeth in the thick muscle of his shoulder, biting down hard. “Breed me good.”
“Son of a bitch!”
If I thought we moved in a frenzy before, it’s nothing compared to now.
There is clawing and straining and violence. Biting and humping and bruising.
My giant pounds me into the seat, that massive part of him growing ever larger, training the untouched flesh inside of me to accommodate him. I scream in pleasure, scream his name, and this time he doesn’t manage to catch the sound with his mouth. Vaguely, I remember that Grim is nearby—very close—watching the SUV rock with the force of our lovemaking. The other man can hear me crying out for his friend. And maybe I shouldn’t be turned on by that, but oh lord, I am. I want everyone to know Benny is mine. I want to belong to my giant in the eyes of every single person we meet. And I want them to know I’m satisfied. Will never need another.
“Mine, mine, mine,” I chant, my climax riding in on a golden wave and carrying me up, up to the loftiest peak I can imagine. A place I’ve never gotten on my own, have only read about in my notebooks. And it’s even more glorious than I could have imagined. “M-my first orgasm,” I breathe choppily. “Oh it’s so good, Daddy, so good.”
“Here comes mine. First one that counts.” He plants his open mouth on my temple, his hips slapping against me in a blur—and he freezes, big body quaking as hot moisture fires down the back of my womanhood, branding me, filling me to overflowing. Only when his spend begins to crest over the sides of my sex does Benny begin to thrust again, even more ferocious than before, his face in a permanent wince, teeth drawing blood on his bottom lip. “Milked it right out of me, little girl. Didn’t stand a chance. Goddamn, I can’t stop. Going to drown that virgin womb of yours. Leave it gasping for air. You think you need to beg me to get you pregnant? You think I can do anything else but put a baby in this ripe-ass belly?”