Page 11 of Daddy's Doll

13

GRANT

My doll doesn’t make a sound as I slam inside of her for the first time, but I know it hurts her by the way her whole body tenses up, and the air whooshes out of her lungs. I hadn’t expected her to be a virgin with the way she’s been talking, setting the tone that she’s been with other men trying to forget me over the last few months. I bury my cock deep inside her because I’m not a good enough man to pull out and ask her if she’s okay. I know she’s not. She hates me, she doesn’t trust me, and still, I can’t fight the urge to take this from her.

I grip her hips, flexing mine up against her ass, trying to push further inside her when I know it’s not physically possible. I need this. I’ve needed this for so long. “Fuck, you’re so tight for me.” I lower my body on top of her, letting go of her hair so I can brace myself on my forearms so I don’t crush her to the ground. “I need to fuck you, doll. I need to come inside your pussy. Fill you up until I’m dripping down your thighs.” I grunt out the words as I start moving my hips. “I know you hate me. Take it out on me now. Fight me, doll. Get it all out,” I encourage her because I need her to be sassy right now. I need her to push my buttons.

“Get off of me!” she yells, but it only spurs me on. Her cry of pain when I slam inside her again even rougher than the first time should make me feel guilty, but it doesn’t. It makes my cock harder. It makes my hips piston against her plump ass. I should make her come before I finish, but I can’t wait. I keep thrusting like it’s my first time until I finally explode, pushing inside her with two more long strokes as my come fills her tight hole. I collapse on top of my doll, breathing heavily, trying to get as close to her as I possibly can. I slide my arm under her, cupping her cheek in my hand. I cringe when I realize that she has dirt caked on the side of her beautiful face. My heart clenches in my chest because the clarity of my orgasm provides this haunting realization. She deserves so much more than being fucked in the dirt roughly without her pleasure being the focus. If she hated me before, she definitely will want nothing to do with me now. She’s slack under me, all the fight in her gone, and that concerns me the most.

I kiss the side of her face that wasn’t forced into the dirt and try to think of what I can possibly say to her. Nothing. There is nothing. I push up off of her and pull her to her feet. When I pick her up and cradle her carefully against my chest, I don’t even bother tucking my still semi-hard cock back into my jeans. I’m not finished with her yet, but I need to get her back to the truck.

I open the door and set her inside the passenger seat, and I can’t meet her eyes. I should be profusely apologizing, but I have no idea where to even start. Instead, I push her skirt up and swipe my come that is leaking down her thigh and press it up inside her pussy. She gasps, and in the light of the truck, I see her blood mixing with my come, and it’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. My dick twitches to life, and I have to silently berate myself because I need to make this time about her. I should wait until we get back to the cabin, but that isn’t an option. The thought of not being inside her again for the rest of the ride home is fucking unbearable. I take my t-shirt off and flip it inside out, using a part of it that has no blood from Frank or dirt from when I just fucked her, and I brush her face clean, and it doesn’t escape me that her eyes are glassy, but she’s too stubborn to cry.

“Can we just leave? I’m fine,” she says, pushing my hand away, but she won’t meet my eyes. I don’t fucking blame her, but I’m not going to let it slide.

“Look at me,” I implore her, but she turns her head despite the fact that she doesn’t pull away from me. I lean into her, pressing my face against her neck and pulling her into me. “I am so sorry,” I tell her honestly, kissing her skin. Fuck, she’s perfect.

"Sorry for what?" she asks me, pushing me away, and I only let her because our eyes finally meet, and it feels like I’m being stabbed in the heart.

“For leaving you,” I tell her. “I’m sorry I didn’t keep you by my side and take what I wanted, what I fucking needed. I’m sorry I left you alone.” I think maybe she feels how true my words are when her bottom lip trembles, but I realize then how cold it is, and she’s sitting on the truck seat, and I’ve still got the door open. “Scoot over,” I tell her because I need to get this all out before I fuck things up even more. To my surprise, she complies, letting me get inside and shut the door. I reach across her and turn the key, causing the heat to pour out into the cab of the truck. I don’t give her a minute to think before I’m pulling her on my lap and smoothing her hair away from her face.

My doll lets out a gasp when she feels my rock-hard cock brush against her soft inner thigh, and I let my head fall back at the sensation. “I’m not finished groveling, baby, but I need to be inside you so I can concentrate,” I tell her, and I love the way her eyes widen at my words. “My come is dripping out of you, and I need to know that it’s still inside, filling you up,” I try to explain, but there are no words. I have this primal urge to keep her full.

“Okay,” she whispers, and it’s nothing like the sassy mouth she’s had since we’ve been reunited. I lift her up and slide her down on my cock, fully sheathing myself within her. My head falls forward so I can gently tilt her head back and press kisses to her neck.

“You’re such a good girl for me, Olivia. My little doll made just for me,” I praise her, meaning every word, but I don’t move inside her. I need to give her sore, well-fucked pussy time to adjust, and I’m enjoying just feeling the slight weight of her on my lap, her warm come-filled pussy gripping my cock like it was made to do just that.

She tries to look away from me, but I gently pull her lips to mine, kissing her with the intensity and love that I’ve held back all this time. My cock jerks inside her, and she moans against my lips. She blinks at me through tears, seemingly stunned by the openness I’m showing her. "I'll never leave you alone again," I promise her, my voice unwavering. "I'll swear on everything that I love. You're mine now, and we'll never be apart. I love you, Olivia, in a way that I shouldn’t, but it’s so intense that if I can’t keep you, you might as well take me back to that graveyard in the woods and leave me to die."

She’s too stunned to say anything, but I can see the realization in her eyes. She studies my face, cupping my jaw in her small hands and then moving to brush my hair back from my forehead. “I love you,” she whispers, leaning forward to brush her lips against mine, her hips moving with the motion. She moans softly at the feeling of my cock moving inside her. I slide my hands up her thighs to hold onto her hips. I keep myself fully seated inside her, but I rock her gently, wanting this time to be about nothing but making her come.

“That’s it, show Daddy how much you love me,” I beg her, moving one of my hands in between us to find her clit. As soon as my fingers brush against her bundle of nerves, it’s like her entire body lights up for me. She moves on her own now, using my cock to pleasure her tight pussy. I move my free hand up to pull her blazer off and push her little t-shirt up over her pert tits. I lean down and take one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking, licking, and biting, and she starts moving faster up and down on my cock.

“Daddy,” she cries out, and I know she’s close to coming undone, and when she calls me that it makes my cock jerk, threatening to finish again too soon. I am her Daddy. Her protector, the only man she’ll ever experience in this way. I want to feel her wet center pulsate around my dick. I want her to milk me until I spill myself inside her for a second time. She should always be full of my come.

“I need you to come for me,” I tell her, and my voice sounds strangled, unhinged. “Rub your clit for me, doll,” I tell her when both of my hands move to her hips. She obeys my command immediately, and that just makes me fuck my hips up against her more rapidly. “You’re a good fucking girl,” I tell her before my lips crash against hers. She arches her back, and I feel the tremors moving through her entire body as she comes on my cock. I’m stretching her pussy, and I’m certain that my fingertips are going to be visible on her hips tomorrow. I’m holding her to me so tightly because I’m so fucking scared that this is all a dream and when I wake up, she’ll be gone, and I’ll be alone in that fucking cabin, missing the warmth of her body.

I follow her shortly after, shooting jet after jet of come inside her, and even after I’m fully spent and my head rolls forward to rest on her shoulder, my cock still jerks inside her, trying to get deeper. When she shifts, I pull her to me, my arms locking around her because there’s no way in hell I’m ready to let this feeling end. If I could drive us home like this with her still on my lap, I would. “I love you so much, and I’m so fucking sorry for—” I start, still panting from the exertion of fucking all of my pain, anger, and desperation into her small body.

“I know you are,” she tells me, wrapping her arms around my neck and sagging against me in exhaustion. I know some of her state is due to the way I’ve absolutely ravaged her twice in such a short span of time, but it isn’t lost on me how she rests against me. I have a feeling she hasn’t felt this safe since I dropped her off at Hillcrest, and that tears me up inside.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life making the last three months up to you.” I kiss her softly, tugging her head back gently because I want to look into her eyes.

“I know that too,” she says softly, a smile spreading across her perfectly plump lips. “I don’t want to let you go,” she says, nuzzling into me, and I let her because I feel the same. We have quite a drive left tonight, but I’ll worry about that later. Right now, this girl in my arms is the only thing I care about.

14

GRANT

The soft, golden hues of dawn filter through the wooden blinds, casting warm ribbons of light across the rustic bedroom I built with my doll in mind. The scent of pine and fresh air permeates the space, giving it an earthy, comforting aroma. The bed creaks as I shift, pulling her tighter to my chest. I’m not sure how long we slept after we got home and showered together, but I do know that I’ve come inside her more times than I can count while she slept in my arms. She stirs and I can already feel my cock hardening, the tip pushing further inside her and keeping the warm liquid deep inside her where it belongs.

Olivia’s golden hair is splayed across the pillows like a halo. Her skin, illuminated by the soft morning light, is as soft as it looks. I can't help but lean down and press a tender kiss to her neck, my lips tracing a path along her collarbone. I have had at least one part of her body touching mine since we walked through the front door of the cabin, and I suspect it’s going to be a very long time before I allow her to be more than an inch or two away from me.

"I love you," I murmur, my voice a mere breath against her skin. I want to say more, but the words don’t come. My mind is like mush, trying to process that she’s finally here with me. I realize in this moment all the turmoil that I caused for both of us over the last three months would have vanished if I had just brought her here with me from the very beginning.

My doll sighs contentedly, her fingers threading through my hair as she arches her neck to grant me better access. "I love you too, Daddy," she whispers, her voice filled with a warmth that matches the feeling in my chest. "I feel like I’ve been dragged by a truck," she adds with a soft chuckle. My feelings are so conflicted by what she says. I love the fact that her body is mine to do with as I please, but guilt swings through my chest at the memory of how roughly I took her the first time.

I pause for a moment, my lips lingering on her skin, before I look up to meet her gaze. I reply, my voice tinged with all of the devotion I feel for her. The anger from yesterday fully dissipated. "I'll never let you go again," I tell her, brushing her hair away from her face. The words come out rough, feral almost, but she hangs on every one, seemingly comforted by my declaration.

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