Page 29 of Papa's Little Bride
When Faith finds herrelease, she undulates against my mouth, tightens her hands in my hair, and utters my name over and over like a breathless prayer.
“Papa. Oh, Papa.Papa…”
When the last wave of the ecstasy washing over her dissipates, she opens her eyes and fumbles in the covers that have become tangled around her legs, reaching for my hand. But I don’t want to merely hold hands. I want my littleone in my arms, and I waste no time in gathering her close and cradling her against me.
Her rapid exhales tickle my chest, but gradually her breathing slows to normal, and she peers up at me with a dreamy smile. “I-I didn’t know, um, that was a-a thing. Um, you know, with your mouth on my cunny,” she says, whispering the last half of her statement with her eyes bugging wide, as if whatwe’ve just enjoyed together is the most scandalous of activities she could imagine.
Oh, and I still have so much to teach her.
The first time I tend to her bottom hole, I suppose she’ll be in for an even bigger shock.
But her innocence and honesty in this moment endears her to me, and tenderness for this charming little girl who’s tumbled into my life squeezes my chest sohard that the next few breaths come shallow and painful. I shift her further onto my lap, allowing my hard cock to press up on her behind cheeks, imagining once again breaching her most private entrance.
Be a good little girl while Papa shoves his cock into your bottom hole, Faith.
Well, she’s not ready for that yet. Not quite. Even if she was, it’s our wedding night and I preferto consummate our marriage in the traditional way.
“I’m going to make you mine now, Faith. Do you understand what that means?”
She nods, her eyes flickering with need. She grinds herself on my cock, drawing a deep growl from me as I attempt to maintain some level of control. It’s been far too long since I’ve been with a woman, and the primal urge to bend her over the bed and shoveinto her from behind for a long, hard pounding burns through my senses. But I must be somewhat gentle. My young bride is a virgin, and I certainly won’t continue to hold her trust if I am too rough and harm her on our wedding night.
“Lay back and spread your legs.”
She obeys once I release her, and I settle myself atop her center and trail my cock through her moisture. She puts herhands at her sides and grabs the covers, staring at me with her lips slightly parted and her chest rising and falling in rapid succession.
I grasp her hips and aim my length at her entrance.
Then I inch forward.
Fuck, she’s tighter than I imagined, her insides gripping me like a vise. So fucking perfect.
Mine. All mine.
I pause when my cockhead reaches the barrierof her innocence, and I wait until she meets my gaze. Her cheeks are flushed, and her golden curls are spread out around her head in chaotic, but beautiful disarray.
“This may hurt some, Faith, but only for a moment. There will be pleasure then, I promise.”
“I’m not afraid. I want this, Papa.” She shoots me an encouraging smile that melts my heart for the umpteenth time in her presence.
God, what have I done to deserve a wife like Faith? I must have been a saint in a past life, because surely nothing I’ve done during this lifetime has warranted the acquisition of such a treasure.
With her gaze still ensnared in mine, I take two deep breaths before gripping her hips more firmly and driving to the hilt of her womb in one hard thrust. She shuts her eyes and cries out,but her pain can’t be helped. I’d prepared her as much as possible, and if I could’ve taken the pain on myself, heaven knows I would. I pause within her depths, hoping the discomfort soon fades.
She shifts and releases a tiny moan, but it’s a noise of pleasure, rather than pain. She opens her eyes and lifts her center, attempting to gyrate against me. But I have her pinned in place justso, and she can hardly move an inch.
“Are you all right, little girl?”
“Yes, Papa.” Her face turns red. “I-I thought you were supposed to, um, move around more? You know, in and out of me, like a hammer pounding a nail into place. That’s what I’ve heard, anyway.”
I chuckle and lean down to kiss her nose. “Patience, my sweet. Patience. I am trying to hold back so that I don’thurt you any more than necessary this first time.”
“The pain is fading, Papa. I promise.” She gnaws on her bottom lip for the briefest moment, and a mischievous look soon enters her gaze. “Pound into me, Papa. Hard. Please.”
“Very well, little girl. You asked for this.”
With a growl, I commence driving in and out of her with abandon. Her moans spurn me onward, and I hold herhips tight as I pound home in her tightness. She gyrates against me and the inner walls of her pussy clamp down around my cock.Oh, Christ. The headboard rattles against the wall under my harsh movements, and after the first few frenzied thrusts, I pause and wait for her to open her eyes and look at me. It takes all my self-control to stop, but I must ensure she’s not in any pain before I continue.
“Faith, are you all right? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“Oh, Papa. I’m fine. I promise. Please don’t stop, please…pound me harder.” Her voice is a breathy moan, and I’m quick to oblige her wishes and resume claiming her hard and making her mine.
By the time I pump my seed deep in her cunny, we’re both sweating and breathless, not to mention delirious in the aftermath of ourshared pleasure. I cradle her to my chest and stroke her hair as I catch my breath. A deep sense of possession for the sweet girl in my arms resonates inside my very soul. I can’t imagine ever letting her go. She’s become a part of me now. My wife. My little girl. My whole world.
“You’re mine now, Faith. All mine.”
Emotion flickers in her gaze, and she smiles sleepily while cuppingthe side of my face. “Yes, Papa, I am yours.”
