“Daddy’s gonna play with your clit,” he rasped into my ear again. “Daddy’s gonna play with his baby and then fuck you so hard, so fast honey, you’ll never forget.”
And I wanted to answer, desperately wanted to say something except I couldn’t because my breath caught in my throat as his expert hands manipulated my body. My pussy was on fire, the ache between my legs making me moan and writhe, my cunt embedded on his dick, and I wanted it so bad, I wanted to be fucked so bad that I started fucking myself on his cock.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured into my ear as those magic fingers did their work. “Fuck yourself on me, do it you nasty whore.”
And the words should have made me so angry but instead they turned me on, body lighting with fire. Because yeah, I was his whore, I was his cunt slut and fuck, but I needed to be fucked, bad. So I humped myself up and down his dick, just a bit at first, squeezing hard, rocking as my pussy loosened and adjusted. By now, Pete’s hand was doing a deep rub on my clit and it was exactly what was needed to take the sting away, to make me fuck him that much harder.
“Please Mr. Parker,” I moaned. “Please, please.”
And he grinned again, I could hear it in his voice.
“That’s right,” he rumbled into my ear. “Fuck yourself on my cock, show me what a little slut you are, do it until you come baby, do it, do it.”
And maybe it was because it was my first time, maybe it was his words, his fingers, his fuckpole, I’m not sure, but I came like a barreling train then, shrieking at the top of my lungs, my cunt clamping down hard on his dick again and again as I lost it.
“Oh Mr. Parker!” I cried out, lost in the throes of ecstasy, breasts bobbling as my body was wracked with spasms. “Oh fuck oh fuck!”
And as I rode the crest of sensations, as the tidal wave came crashing over my body, astonishingly the big man came too, my pussy milking him with its clenching spasms, drinking his cum as he spurted lash after lash of hot white up my insides.
“Oh fuck baby,” he grunted in my ear, his penis hammering my pussy as the pole exploded, “Oh fuck fuck fuck.”
And it only made me come harder, feeling that hot white splash against my cervix, feeling a man’s virile juices fill me for the first time.
“Yes!” I screamed. “Yes!”
It was a never ending loop because we were locked in a circuit, each of my cries, each of his grunts, driving the other to higher heights until we both positively shattered.
“Ummmmph!” he roared, fucking deep into me, cock spurting like a geyser. “Fuuuuck!”
And with that I collapsed in his arms, keeling over a bit, pussy still embedded on his dick. Oh god, oh god, what had just happened? I shook with tremors, head spinning, every sense enhanced as the big man pulled my hips even closer, burying that pole as deep as it would go.
And finally we began to drift to earth after the amazing ecstasy, to breathe instead of shatter, to savor the closeness, the incredible intimacy of what had just happened. I giggled, wiggling my hips a little.
“You feel good in me,” I murmured, turning slightly to kiss him, our lips locked in a deep embrace. “You still feel hard.”
And the big man pulled back for a moment, gazing into my eyes, those blue eyes gleaming.
“If you’re not careful little girl, I will be hard in a sec and you’re gonna have to take it again.”
I only giggled.
“I can do it, Daddy,” I purred. “I’m sure I can.”
And the gleam deepened in his eyes.
“You sure about that?” he rumbled, grinding his dick into my wet folds. I gasped, eyes going wide because it felt amazing, yeah, but I was sore, there were parts of me that had never been touched that were now stretched around him, filled to the brim, and Mr. Parker knew.
“Like I said,” he murmured again, kissing me deeply. “You sure about that?”
And I sighed. I wanted the alpha male so badly, craved his embrace, his body, his mind, his heart, his everything, and yes … I would do anything to get it. So looking into his eyes once more, I nodded.
“Yes,” I purred. “Do me again, Pete, now, let me taste that big dick again.”
And with that, all bets were off. Because you know what? I am Mr. Parker’s fuckdoll, and will be for as long as he wants me.
CHAPTER TEN
Mandy
Two weeks later …
Even though we’ve been loving like mad, it’d be wrong to say that it’s only about the physical because there’s the emotional too. There’s something between Pete and I, edging in, overcoming both our senses, bonding us close. It happened slowly but surely, sometimes like a warm sensation seeping into our relationship, but sometimes also like a cannon shooting forward, launching us into the future.