Page 22 of Papa's Rules
Chapter Eight
Alexander sat Cammie on her feet just long enough to pull her nightdress over her head. He tossed it aside and lifted her up onto his bed, forcing her to lay back and spread her thighs for him yet again. He took a steadying breath and reached for her cunny, delving two fingers into her core, until he met the resistance of her virginal barrier. Keeping his digits submerged, he placed his thumb atop her swollen nub and circled it with increasing pressure.
“Papa!” She jerked against him, gyrating wantonly against his hand.
“How does this compare to your dream, little one?” he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
Their lips met in a tender joining at first, but when she moaned against his mouth, he lost all control and deepened the kiss, taking command and not breaking contact until she squealed. Realizing she needed air, he withdrew and stared down at her, pressing harder on her nubbin as he swirled. Her eyes fluttered shut and she twisted around, so beautifully responsive to his touch.
“This is better than my dream, Papa. Much better,” she whispered.
He stroked her quim for another moment, and with great reluctance, pulled his hand from her center. If he was going to claim her, he had to get his blasted clothing off first. He crawled off the bed and hastily undressed. He shed his trousers and stockings, and then worked open his neckcloth, his gaze intent on his little bride. She watched him with wide eyes that kept trailing to his rigid cock. He tossed his neckcloth and shirt to the floor, his need for her burgeoning to new heights. Once he crawled into bed, they would be skin to skin.
“Papa?” She sounded worried.
“Yes, my love?”
“Is that…is that a penis?” Her eyes went even wider as she stared open mouthed at his erect manhood.
“Yes, little one. It’s also called a cock.” He decided she didn’t need to know any other names for the appendage between his legs, though he could have easily come up with a dozen more slang terms. He preferred to keep her innocent.
He wasted no time in getting back into bed, settling atop Cammie with his length pressing at her moist center. He dragged his cock up and down her wet slit, delighting in her whimpers and moans.
“Papa, I don’t think it will fit.” She stilled and peered down the length of her stomach at his hardness. “It’s so big, Papa.”
“I assure you, it will fit. It may hurt for a moment, but only this first time. But know that if I could take the pain on myself, I would gladly do so.” And he meant it. Yes, he had spanked her and brought her to tears already today, but this particular pain was one he wished he could spare her. Of course, it couldn’t be helped, and he endeavored to make it as pleasant as possible. “Trust Papa, Cammie. Once my cock is buried deep in your little cunny, all the tingling and all the aching you’ve been feeling will soon get better.”
“Very well. I-I trust you, Papa,” she said, nodding and offering him a brief but reassuring smile.
Her surrender and her trust were the sweetest gifts.
He cupped her breasts, enjoying the weight of them in his hands, and leaned down to capture one nipple in his mouth. He laved at the ripe peak and reached one hand around her to squeeze her bottom. She gasped and writhed underneath him, and he soon paid the same attention to her other nipple, even going so far as to take it between his teeth and tug until she cried out and lifted her center hard against him, as if to compel him to thrust deep into her cunny.
He resisted the urge to drive into her just yet, instead wanting to caress and kiss her all over. He pressed another kiss to her mouth, this one quicker than the last, and moved down her slight form, licking the hollow between her breasts and dragging his teeth over her stomach. He ran his hands over every inch of her body, exploring her in all her perfection. He kept tasting her, too, licking and biting whatever part of her it pleased him to nibble on.
When, finally, he could stand the anticipation no more, he once again settled himself between her thighs. He met her gaze and started a slow push inside her. Holy God, she was tighter than he’d imagined. Her warmth was a vise around his cock, hugging him and drawing him to thrust deeper and deeper, until the tip of his length met resistance. He gathered her hands in one of his, pinning her down beneath him.
Then he drove the rest of the way inside her in one quick hard thrust, pausing once he was fully submerged. She pressed her eyes shut and winced, but only seconds later, she moved enticingly against him, wiggling her hips and struggling as if to free her wrists. But he didn’t let her go. He tightened his hold and withdrew from her cunny slightly, only to drive back in with another rapid stroke. And another, and another. He claimed her with abandon, unable to hold back the fire of his passion any longer.
Moments later, he released her wrists and gripped her hips, increasing the pace of his claiming. She clutched the covers until her knuckles turned white. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, and the scent of her feminine arousal hung heavily in the air. He inhaled deeply, unable to get enough of her.
This, this little girl was his forever. He could hardly fathom it.
The walls of her cunny suddenly tightened around him, and she moaned and jerked her hips up and down, riding the waves of her release. Her breasts bounced with her movements, and her expression was one of pure ecstasy. He followed her soon after, as his vision clouded and he erupted within her. He emptied himself inside her, filling her with his seed.
After he caught his breath, he carefully withdrew his length and gathered her up in his arms. She nestled her head on his chest and gave a sweet sigh, running her fingers in lazy circles over his flesh. He pulled the covers overtop her and their legs entwined together beneath the sheets, and he smoothed her tangled hair from her face and placed a soft kiss to her forehead, the need to take care of her in the aftermath of their first lovemaking overwhelming.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, and not long after the wind howled and rain began pattering the roof as an evening storm swept across London. But the outside world soon faded and it seemed they were the last two people left on the earth. Two hearts beating as one. Husband and wife. Papa and little girl. And, God, did he love her. More than she could possibly ever understand.
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Cammie sat across from Papa in the dining room, back straight with her hands folded in her lap, while two servants placed platters of toast, jams, fruits, boiled eggs, and baked ham on the table for breakfast. Her stomach rumbled so loudly that Papa smirked and said, “I believe a certain young lady has worked up an appetite this morning.”
The servants, bless them, exited the dining room hastily, leaving her alone with her papa. She flushed and glanced away, suddenly shy, despite all the intimacies they had shared the night prior and earlier this morning.
She licked her lips, still tasting the salty tang of Papa’s seed on her mouth. She’d never imagined he would require her to suck on his manhood, but he’d pushed her to her knees in his bedroom only an hour ago and ordered her to please him with her mouth.
Though it had been a clumsy affair at first, she had eventually gotten the gist of it, and he helped her by providing proper instruction. His words came back, making her feel faint and causing her kitty to pulse with need.
