Page 17 of Wicked William

He pulls his hand out, and I almost cry out “no” but stop myself. He’s pulling off his clothes, so I raise up on my elbows to watch him unveil that great big body.

He’s got tattoos and I expected those. But the scars on his back are something I didn’t know about. He’s reaching for his pants, and the scars on his back stretch, each telling a story he probably won’t want to tell me. And I can’t ask. Now isn’t the time, and I’m not allowed to speak.

He turns and stands at the edge of the couch, a condom in his hand, his cock long and hard. His hand wraps around the base and he strokes himself, and I’m watching, waiting, wanting. It’s a beautiful cock, thick, veiny, juicy, and begging to be sucked. But I can’t do that. I can only watch.

“Daddy’s going to protect you tonight,” he says as he tears open the condom wrapper. “Tomorrow, we’ll talk about how it’s going to feel when I get to put all my cum inside you. But tonight, you don’t need to worry about anything.”

I wish he’d at least let me roll it on him, but I’m being a good girl. Waiting for him.

He adjusts my legs, making more room for himself between them. There’s just so much of him. He moves closer, pushing his cock against my pussy. I try to spread myself wider, but he stops me.

“No, baby. You don’t move. I move. I decide. You just feel.”

The wide, mushroom head slides inside me, filling me up in a way I can’t describe. My walls hug him, gripping him, wanting more. He pushes deeper, and I moan, feeling completely taken. I’m his toy, his plaything, his to do with as he pleases.

“Tight, aren’t you? Just the way I like it.”

He starts to thrust, slow and steady, and I’m struggling to accommodate his length and girth, the pleasure so intense I can’t stand it. I feel him everywhere. There isn’t a nerve in my body that isn’t aware we’re being invaded by this beast of a male I once thought was just a grumpy old man.

With each thrust, he pulls out nearly all the way, and then pushes himself back in. He’s playing with me, teasing me, and I can’t take it anymore.

If I black out, I will be so embarrassed, but all I see are stars. He stops thrusting, and I cry out again. I’m flipped onto my stomach, and he pulls me onto my hands and knees. “Look at that pretty ass. I’m going to give it to you hard now, baby.”

He slams into my pussy, strong and fast, and I almost come right away. His hands reach around and he grabs my breasts, squeezing and twisting them as he thrusts. I can’t help but cry out as I get closer and closer to coming.

No one has ever been so rough with me. No one has ever...oh fuck. Oh fuck....

I scream as I come, my body shaking uncontrollably as he slams into me over and over, yelling my name. Finally, he stops and pulls out, and I melt into the couch as he does something with the condom. I don’t even care what.

I’m spinning, my head so light. He’s back from his errand and lies behind me and cradles my body in his arms.

I’m shivering, but William is calm. “Such a good girl. Let me hold you.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

When I finally stop shaking, William sits us up. “You can say anything you want now, Maisy.”

“That was fucking intense.”

He snorts out a laugh. “I tried to warn you.” He wraps me in the blanket and pushes the hair out of my eyes. “But you had to push.”

“I’m probably going to keep on pushing.”

“I’m counting on it,” he says. “Big day tomorrow. We should get some sleep.”

“Right, the wedding.”

He lifts me easily and carries me upstairs. We pass right by my room. “William?”

“You’re mine now, Maisy. You sleep in Daddy’s bed.”

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