“I want it, Mr. Parker,” I murmured, meeting his eyes again. “I want it in me.”
And his blue gaze flared with heat.
“You’ll get it,” he promised. “Upsy-daisy baby girl.”
And obediently, I crawled off him, getting onto my hands and knees.
He looked at me eyebrow arched.
“You want it that way?” he drawled. “Doggy style your first time?”
And I flushed.
“No, um no,” I stuttered, “I just heard that it’s easiest this way the first time, that you’d just push in, hard, and it’d be done with.”
The big man’s eyes gleamed as he chucked me under the chin.
“I dunno who’s been feeding you these lies, but that’s not how I do it,” he said suavely, rumbling deep in his throat, still in total control although his cock pulsed hotly, waving in the air. Oh god, I could feel heat emanating from that rod, my skin sizzled even looking at it, cunt gushing, I wanted it so badly in me.
So I went for it, pulled out all the stops.
“Please Daddy,” I wiggled my ass at him, white cheeks jiggling, spreading my knees slightly so that he could see my swollen slit. “Put it in, Daddy?”
And the big man growled, eyes glued to my cunt.
“No honey, like I said, that’s not how I’m doing it the first time, although your pussy is beautiful,” he acknowledged, slowly stroking a finger up and down my folds. My head dropped, limp like a flower too heavy for its stalk, eyes closing at the sensations flowing from my pussy. Oh god, it felt so good, his hand was so good and I needed it so bad I literally pushed my hips back, trying to catch him in me.
But he chuckled, pulling away.
“No baby,” he scolded again. “My way.”
And with that, Pete leaned forward, helping me up so that I was on my knees, back pressed to his chest.
“Now baby,” he commanded, his cock probing my wet hole, sweeping against those slick folds. “Sit down on Daddy’s fuckpole like the good little girl you are.”
And my eyes flew open then. Impale myself on him? No, it was impossible, I needed him to take me swift and sure, to bust through that hymen with a firm thrust. So I shook my head and whimpered, “No Daddy, I can’t, I can’t.”
But Pete held me firm, stroking my curves, his chest still hard against my back.
“Little girls don’t say no to their daddies,” he admonished, “and this little girl is gonna be punished if she doesn’t do as Daddy orders,” he warned.
The thought of punishment made my entire body go hot, the heat emanating from my puss in waves. Punishment? Oh god, with Mr. Parker? Yes, I wanted it.
But this wasn’t the time to test the limits, so with a mewl, a whine and a shudder, I lifted my hips slightly until his cock was at my entrance once more, swollen folds still throbbing. I pushed down a little, kissing his dicktip with my vag, lips spreading an inch to let him in.
“That’s it,” he murmured encouragingly in my ear, the vibrations of his chest against my back. “Keep going, pretty baby.”
And I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed my hips down again.
“OH!” I squealed. “Oh oh!”
Because the feel of my pussy stretching, taking dick for the first time was so unexpected, so rude, so titillating and yet so fucking good, that I knew I had to be doing this right. He filled me until I was full, made me spread and shift in a way that was unexpected, that only a man could do to a woman.
“Thatta girl,” he murmured into my ear again. “Two inches in, still eight to go.”
And my eyes flew open then. Holy smokes, only two inches so far? It felt like I had an entire dong in me, I was so filled, so full, how could it only be two inches?
And the big man chuckled knowingly.
“That’s right honey,” he murmured. “But you can do it, I know you can, you’re a big girl.”
And I wanted to please him so badly, wanted that fuckrod in me so bad that I squeezed my eyes shut again and took a deep breath, determined to go all the way. Because with the next shove of my hips, it was done. I drove myself down on that fuckpole hard, balls to my asshole, and oh god, oh god, but there was a bursting sensation, a lance of pain as I sank down, pussy spread unbelievably wide, unbelievably fucked on this god of a man.
“Oh!” was all I could manage. “Oh!”
But Mr. Parker was on it. He growled approvingly against my throat, letting out soothing rumbles, a male comforting his female.
“You did amazing,” he rasped reassuringly. “You did everything exactly right and now Daddy’s gonna make you feel good, a reward for my baby.”
And he was as good as his word. Without moving an inch, one hand went up to my breast, toying with a nipple, squeezing and massaging the succulent flesh as another hand dipped between my thighs, parting my labia and finding my nub within.