Page 30 of Troublemaker
Triumphant, I gripped her chin harder. “Say please.”
“Please.”
“Please, who?”
She stared up at me, submissive and compliant for maybe the first time in her life.
“Do it again. Please, daddy,” she said. “I dare you.”
A brutal grin split my face. “Do you, troublemaker? Can you come again?”
I didn’t let her answer that as I undid my belt, unbuttoned my slacks, and pushed them down my legs, not even bothering to remove them the whole way. My cock had already forced its way over the top of my boxer briefs, and I pushed those down, too, letting it free, where it bobbed against my stomach.
“Oh, shit,” Lucy had recovered enough to stare. “There’s no way in hell you’re going to fit.”
“Oh, I’ll fit,” I told her. “Daddy’s fat cock will fitjustfine. You know how I know?”
She shook her head.
“I know, because this greedy little cunt is begging for it.”
“This greedy little cunt is tired,” she sassed.
“Is that so? Then there are other holes I can use.”
She licked her lips, and god, it was tempting to use that mouth a different way if I wasn’t going to kiss it. But I had a purpose, and that siren of a cunt was calling to me, tired or not.
I lifted one of her legs, throwing it over my arm to open her up to me, pulling her down the bed, and grabbed my cock with my other hand. I was soaked in precum, and it would take everything in me not to blow the second I got inside her. But I was going to enjoy this for as long as possible.
In case it never happens again, because it can’t, that dick of an inner voice pointed out. I banished it to the depths of hell that were waiting for me.
But first, heaven.
I contented myself by teasing her at first, slapping her cunt with the head of my cock, then using it to draw circles over her clit. Lucy’s eyes were transfixed, especially when I aimed lower and pushed—just an inch, just the tip—inside.
And groaned. Because I’d been right—heaven.
Intent on not hurting her, I stayed where I was, obsessed with the way the wet heat of her kissed the skin of my cock, like it was inviting me into the best home in existence. A home I’d never expected.
I’d never had a home. Not really.
But there was no time for morose bullshit, not when I’d found the most perfect home in the world.
I began to push in a little deeper, until I hit resistance.
Oh, fuck.
Most women didn’t have a hymen, especially not one as physically active as Lucy. But here it was, evidence that she really was only mine.
“Oh sweetheart, this might hurt,” I warned. “But then it’s going to feel so good.”
Playing with her hard little clit, I pulled back slowly?—
And then thrust inside, breaking past that last bit of resistance, and straight into nirvana. I pushed deeper, and deeper still, gripped on all sides by her little cunt, obsessed with the way it both fought me and tried to swallow me at the same time. Each centimeter was a revelation, her walls tight around the ridges of my cock.
Yes, this was my new home.
And I was never, ever fucking leaving.
