CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE

WOOD POV

Turning the car around had been the greatest decision of my life.

      The girl was perfect. An angel with a dirty soul and a tender little cunt just made for pounding.

      Her breaths were shallow, her nervousness addictive. I was pulled by two opposing forces in equal measure, both the need to protect and cherish this delicate creature for all time, and the craving to tear her open wide.

      “I’ll take it steady,” I assured her, but her body had other plans.

      Her thighs dropped open in invitation, her hips tilted at the perfect angle to welcome me home. Brushing the head of my cock against that glistening little slit was torture, balls tightening at the silky promise of what was waiting inside.

      I slipped my tip between her pussy lips and braced myself for restraint.

      “We should use something,” I commented, even as my dick strained for entry.

      “No, please, not this time,” she whispered, and her arms beckoned me closer. “I want to feel you. Every bit of you daddy!”

 Crazy or not, I was more than happy to give her what she wanted. I dropped my stomach flat to hers, propping myself on my forearms with her eyes tight on mine. And then I pushed, just a fraction, enough that my dick edged a touch over the threshold.

      She flinched, despite her best efforts to mask it with a smile.

      “Relax,” I said, and she nodded.

      She was wet and so was my cock, enough that my next shunt forward saw the head of me sink inside.

      It hurt, I could see it in her eyes.

      “Good girl,” I soothed as I claimed more distance.

      “Ow, fuck,” she hissed, and I used her exhale to push in deeper. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, nails pinching.

      Her cunt was insanely tight. It took all my restraint not to thrust in all the way and break her open in one.

      “Still want this?” I checked and she nodded.

      “More than anything, Mr Douglas,” she said in a soft whisper, and I kissed her on the lips as I circled my hips to ease some leverage. The momentum let me sink that glorious bit deeper.

      “Oh yes,” she breathed. “Like that. Fuck, like that.”   

I didn’t need telling twice, and how she fucking groaned as her pussy took the best of me.

  “Are you in?” she asked, with wide eyes. “Is that all the way?”

      Her innocence was adorable. I pressed my lips to hers for a long moment before I shook my head.

      “No, sweetheart. That’s not all the way.” I pushed in further to illustrate and it made her cry out.

   “Just do it,” she hissed. “All the way, please, do it.”

      And so I did, keeping my hips fluid as I thrust my cock all the way home. My balls pressed tight to the soft flesh of her ass, my dick pulsing as she tightened and clamped me so fucking hard.

  “That’s it,” I told her. “That’s all the way.”

      “Oh God,” she breathed. “I swear I can feel you in my damn stomach.”

      “It gets easier,” I promised her, and backed up just a touch as she whimpered.

      I fucked her tight hole slowly. So fucking slowly.

      My pulse was in my temples as I held back the urge to drive in hard, sliding out all the way and claiming her right back again with a gentleness I wasn’t accustomed to.

“You have no idea how much I dreamed of this,” she told me. “I dreamed of this so many times.”

  “I hope it’s living up to your expectations.”

      Her smile told me everything. “It’s better,” she said. “If a little more ouchy than I anticipated.”

      “How about now?” I asked, and rocked my hips to a different angle.

      She sucked in breath. “Yeah… that’s um…” I tipped further back and she groaned. “Yeah, that’s not so ouchy… that’s uh…”

      I kept going, slow but steady, loosening up that sweet little pussy with every fucking motion.

      Until I had her. I knew without doubt that I had her.

      Her cunt was still like a vice but her body was moving to my beat. Her hips loosened under mine, her calves hooking my thighs and urging me on, and my restraint crumbled and fell, the need to consume her too fucking primal to ignore.

      I fucked that pussy in long deep thrusts, my forehead pressed to hers as she groaned and wriggled.

      “Take it,” I grunted. “Take it like a good little slutty girl.”

And she did. She took everything.   

“I love it,” she mewled. “It feels…”

      “Perfect,” I finished. “It feels fucking perfect.”

      “More,” she said. “Please, harder.”

      I was eager to fucking oblige.

      I raised her legs up and over my shoulders, and her eyes widened like saucers as I pushed in deep.

      “Fuck!” she yelped, but she gritted her teeth and bounced back at me for more.

      “Happy fucking Christmas,” I said and slipped my fingers behind her neck for more leverage. “I’m gonna fuck you through every single one of your fucking fantasies,” I told her. “Every single one.”

      She shook her head and her eyes sparkled with filth. “I’ve got too many,” she said. “A million more for every one I’ve written so far.”

      “Challenge accepted,” I told her.

      “Kiss me, Mr Douglas, sir,” she hissed, and I forced her knees tight to her shoulders to crush my open mouth to hers.

      She was mine. Pinned tight and fucked raw, her body sore and open and craving for more.

      I knew then that I was fucked. Harder than she was. Fucked to my soul, because I’d never get enough of this girl and her perfect little body and her dirty little smile.

She cried out as I pulled out all the way, her body eager to yield as I flipped her onto her front and yanked her hips back to greet mine.

      I snaked my fingers underneath her and struck up rhythm against her clit, hoping it disguised the pain as I forced my way all the way back in from behind.

      I leaned forward and nipped at the back of her neck, her messy bun bouncing on her head as I fucked her deep.

      Her shoulders were clammy with sweat, her skin salty against my tongue. She shivered as I kissed the top of her spine, groaning as her body matched my rhythm.

      “Tell me to stop,” I grunted. “Tell me to pull out before I come.”

      “Don’t stop,” she squeaked. “Please, Santa daddy. Please don’t stop.”

      And I didn’t.

      I didn’t stop as my balls tightened and my dick pulsed so hard I saw white behind my eyes. I didn’t stop as she whimpered and begged for more.

      Didn’t stop as my cock jerked with every thrust and I emptied my balls inside her.

      Didn’t stop as we became one slick, rampant rhythm.

      Coming that deep inside her glorious virgin cunt was insanity, but I was happily fucking

crazy. Delirious, in fact.

      The words on her laptop swirled through my senses as I filled her pussy with everything I had to give.

      I collapsed onto her back as I caught my breath, my dick still twitching deep as she stilled underneath me.

      “Oh my God,” she said between breaths. “That was crazy.”

      “Crazy good, I hope,” I whispered, landing my smile on her cheek.

      “Crazy brilliant,” she giggled, and turned her face to mine.

      Her face was glowing, eyes twinkling with devilment as she blew a stray wisp of hair from her eyes.

      I warned her I was pulling out before I did it, and she grimaced one last time as her poor little pussy spluttered and fluttered and let me go.

      I ran a finger up her sopping wet slit, loving the way my cum dribbled out of her so filthily.

      It made me feel strangely animalistic. Possessive in a way I was unfamiliar with.

      Insanity or not, I was already craving to fill her up all over again.       

“Was I okay?” she asked, and I saw the flash of nerves behind her smile.

      “You were perfect,” I assured her, and she sighed in relief.

      It felt beautifully natural to drop to the mattress and pull her into my arms. Her face felt made to rest against my chest, her hair soft and silky against my chin as her legs twisted around mine.

      “I’m not a virgin anymore,” she giggled, stating quite the obvious.

      “You most certainly are not, no.”

      “I like it,” she said.

      “Just as well,” I told her, “since we’re a long way from morning.”

      She propped herself up enough to face me. “We are?”

      I answered her with a kiss, and by the time her sweet little tongue was dancing with mine, my dick was already hard again.