Reece
His erection presses into me, hard and throbbing against my hipbone. There’s no freaking way that thing is going to fit inside me…
Anywhere inside of me.
I’m trembling, my fingers digging into his shoulders. Holding onto him is the only thing anchoring me to this world right now. My head feels dizzy. Is it jetlag setting in or just the promises he’s made me to me, the things he’s said he’s going to do to me?
My sex clenches, wanting his touch, curious to feel him inside me but fear overwhelms me. I’ve never been with a real man before. All my other boyfriends seem like teens compared to him. And all the sex I’ve had has been pretty straightforward. Sure, I’ve given a blowjob, but doggy style is the kinkiest thing I’ve done with a man.
And that’s not even kinky.
The little ring of muscles at the entrance of my ass clenches. I’ve certainly never had someone take me…there. Until his fingers just glided over my ass, no one’s even touched me there before.
The idea of his big cock going inside my ass… it's terrifying.
A shiver creeps down my spine. “Bryant…I don’t know…”
A sharp spank lands on the center of my ass. “Babygirl. Don’t ever let me hear you call me anything but daddy when you’re in my arms.”
“Yes, daddy.” My words are a whisper.
My mouth is dry as sandpaper and my throat feels tight. I don’t know what to say. I just cling to him. Fear and adrenaline and sure, yes, curiosity and excitement, all the emotions flow through me, twisting together like a windstorm, threatening to blow me over.
His fingers clutch at the fabric around my upper thighs. Slowly, he pinches the silky material, dragging it up over my hips. The cool air rushes over my skin. He keeps pulling at the dress until it’s wrapped around my waist, my panty-covered bottom-half exposed.
He steps back, his heated gaze traveling over the seam of my sex. “I love your lacy panties. I can see your pretty pussy without even taking them off.”
“I wouldn’t call them panties,” I say, my face heating. Glancing over my shoulder, I look at the curves of my bare ass hanging out. “They don’t even have a back.”
That makes him chuckle. Holding my dress up with one hand, he slips a fingertip under the string that runs down the crack of my ass, pulling it and letting it go. It snaps against my skin, a line of fire across my skin.
“Haven’t you ever worn a G-string before?” he asks.
“No, daddy.” I shake my head, silky waves of my hair brushing over my shoulders. “I think they’re silly. There’s nothing there.”
He runs a hand over my bare skin making chill bumps rise over my flesh. “They’re sexy though, aren’t they, babygirl? Tell me how sexy you look.”
How am I supposed to do that?
Unable to do as he asks, I bury my face in his chest. “I can’t.”
“Do what daddy tells you, baby.” He gives my ass another sharp smack. The sting dances over my curves. He slips fingers down my crack, parting my cheeks and running the pad of his finger over my ass again. This time there’s no dress between us. He teases my bud, rubbing his finger up and down over the entrance to my ass. His voice drops low, a rake over coals. “Don’t be a bad girl. Do as I say.”
I take a shuddering breath. “I look…sexy?”
He nips at my earlobe. “You’re not convincing me.” He lifts my dress higher.
“I…am…sexy.”
“Arms up.” He tugs the dress over my breasts.
I lift my arms. He slips the silky dress up my arms, tossing it to the ground. Before I can lower my arms, he captures my wrists in the circle of his forefinger and thumb.
The room is chilly but his eyes are fire, his gaze burning me up, turning me to ash before him. I want him. Standing here in nothing but a bra and my barely-there panties, him pinning me to the air with nothing more than his gaze and his one, strong hand…
The words find their way to my tongue.
“I’m sexy,” I say, my voice a melodic hum. “I’m sexy, and I want you.”
He growls, grabbing the waistband of the panties, ripping them away from my body. The elastic digs painfully into my skin for a moment until they tear. Leaving me bare and wet for him, with nothing to hide the wetness of my arousal.
The scrap of fabric wasn’t much, but it was something, a barrier between my sex and his massive cock. Now there’s nothing there. He still holds my wrists, his other hand making quick work of my bra, somehow tugging it and with a twist, popping it open.
He releases my arms and they drift down to my sides, the straps of the bra gliding down my arms, falling to the ground.
I’m naked and in my nakedness I find myself glancing over my shoulder. My backside is facing the city, fully exposed to the buildings across the way, to anyone who cares to glance up at the penthouse. A thrill runs through me at the thought of someone seeing me standing here in the center of the room, fully nude.
While he stands in front of me, fully clothed.
There is no balance between us. He’s wealthy, I’m broke. He has what I need, I have nothing to offer him. He’s older, wiser, and more experienced. He holds all the power.
And I’m powerless before him.
Cupping my breast in his palm, he brushes a thumb over my tightening nipple. He reaches for the back of my neck, twisting my hair around his hand. He tugs my hair, pulling my cheek to his mouth. In the same moment, he takes my nipple, capturing it between his finger and thumb and pinching.
Pain rockets through my breast, shooting over the back of my head and down my spine. The scratchy stubble of his unshaven chin runs along the curve of my neck, down my shoulder. His lips find the tender skin above my clavicle, the tip of his teeth nipping at me until I cry out.
His lips cover mine, capturing my cry with his kiss. His tongue swipes against mine, as he grasps my nipple tighter. My hands go to his, trying to pull him away from my breast. He grabs my hand, pinning it to my lower back.
“No, baby. You don’t stop me from touching you.” He pinches my nipple harder, then lets it go. The pain melts away, leaving a throbbing warmth that beats like a heartbeat between my thighs.
His tongue lashes against my earlobe. “Do you want me to make you feel good, babygirl?”
“Yes, please, daddy.”
He releases me.
And drops to his knees.
What is he doing?
I look down at him, kneeling before me. He grabs the backs of my legs, moving closer to the apex of my thighs. He nuzzles my sex with his lips, his breath heating my naked skin.
The light caresses of his exhale feels so good, it makes my head loll back and my eyes close. “Oh my god.” My hands go to his hair, running through it as he parts my sex—my skin made smooth as velvet in the spa—with his fingers.
His tongue is hot as it laps at my pussy. My clit buzzes, wanting nothing more than a swipe, just a lick, but instead, the tip of his tongue does figure-eights over me, avoiding my throbbing bud altogether.
A whine rises in the back of my throat. I know exactly what he wants. I know what he’s doing.
He’s going to make me say it out loud. He wants me to ask.
He wants me to beg.
My fingers tighten in his thick hair. “Please, daddy, please lick me… there.”
“Where, baby?” he whispers heat into my sex.
“My… clit.” Shame burns through me, but I need his touch oh so badly. I need the pressure, I need the release. “Please lick my clit.”
I get my reward, his tongue massaging, licking, and lapping at my aching bud. My sex clenches, no longer fearful of what his cock will feel like. I want him inside me. All of him.
“I… I want you inside me.”
“Not before I make you come.” He slips a finger inside of me, pressing into the slickness of my tight sex. He pumps his finger, delicious waves of friction trembling through me. He pulls out, adding a second finger to the first, pushing them inside me as one.
He pumps his fingers inside me while lapping at me with his tongue. The feeling of climax comes over me, warm and wet and wanting. I grab his shoulders, my body rocking, my hips moving back and forth as his fingers fuck me and his mouth pleasures me.
“Yes. I’m coming. I’m going to come.”
The climax tightens every fiber of my being, pressing inward, pressure like I’ve never felt, then a burst…
And I’m free-falling into sweet release, calling his name and going weak at the knees for him. “Daddy, oh, yes.”
His mouth doesn’t leave me, licking and massaging until he draws another orgasm from me. I can’t take any more. “Please.” He stops and the last shudders of pleasure move through me.
I come to and my eyes pop open at the clanking sound his unbuckling belt makes. The slow warmth and relaxation of the afterglow of the orgasm is short lived. I look down, watching him unzip his pants, freeing his cock.
He lives up to his name, Bryant Long, his cock is hard and long and now the relief I felt is gone. My inner muscles clench as I stare down. He’s still on his knees, his white button-down untucked, his pants lowered, his sex standing tall and proud, the head of it glistening, ready for me.
But am I ready for him?
He grabs my hips. “Come here, babygirl.”
He brings me down towards his lap, my knees bending at either side of his outer thigh. The head of his cock is lined up with my slick, throbbing entrance. My hands cling to his shoulders, the only thing that can steady me.
He captures my gaze, holding it as he presses the head of his cock into me. He’s so big, and I’m so tight, my entrance burns as he pushes into me. “Yes, baby. Let me in. You feel so good. You’re so tight.”
His fingers dig into my hipbones, controlling my movements.
“Uhn… ah…” I whimper, unsure if I can take more, my skin burning as it stretches to bring him in. At the same time, my pussy tightens, begging, wanting to pull him further in.
“Come here, baby. Sit on daddy’s cock.”
I moan, his filthy words making another wave of arousal slicken my skin. He pulls at my hips, bringing me further down onto him. He’s halfway inside of me and I don’t know if there’s room for more.
He moves his hips upward, thrusting inside me, hard. Gasping, my fingers dig into him. “Oh, oh my god. It’s too tight… it hurts.”
“Let it hurt. The pain will turn to pleasure. Relax and let me inside you.”
I try to do as he says, taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling. It helps and the next time he pushes upward, I loosen my hips, letting him bring them down onto him until his full cock is inside me.
He’s right.
As I get used to the fullness of him being inside me the pain starts to turn to pleasure. My pussy gets wetter, wanting him to move inside me. I’m starting to enjoy this, my head rolling back, my eyes closing, my lips parting…
And then I have a terrible, horrible realization…
He’s not wearing a condom.