But he shook his head.
"You can," he reassured. "I'm above you, but not lying on you," he rasped. "Just angle your hips down hard, once, and it'll be done."
And I realized he was right. He was supporting himself with his elbows so I wasn't crushed by masculine weight. I could still breathe even if my breasts were smooshed against his chest, my cunt halfway impaled on his dick. And I wanted it so bad, I wanted him in me, to feel that cock deep, taking me all the way, so I did it. Taking a deep breath and squeezing my eyes shut, I jerked my hips hard, thrusting myself down so that my hymen tore on his hot rod, breaking in two, gone forever.
"Ohhhh," I moaned, head thrashing on the pillow. Oh god, it hurt so bad but it was so good at the same time, feeling him all the way inside, his dick tip so deep, so satisfying. "Ohhh," I moaned again.
And Mr. Martin shushed me, lips caressing my cheek, my mouth.
"You did perfect, baby girl, perfect," he rasped, breathing in my small cries, my little mewls. "And I'm going to take you now."
Because his hips moved a bit then, pushing in even deeper and I let out an involuntary cry. Oh god, how big was he? How far was he going to go? My pussy was already spread to the max, stretched so tight I could hardly believe this was happening. Was there more? Could I do it?
But he chuckled roughly against my chin.
"You've done great, baby girl," he rumbled. "The hard part's done and I'm going to take you all the way now, again and again, until you break apart, baby, completely shatter for me."
And with that, small waves began pulsing through my body with each push and withdrawal of his cock. Oh god, it felt so good, the pain dissipating, becoming a faint memory, dissolved under swells of pleasure, and soon I was rocking my hips with him, welcoming him deep, urging him on.
"Yes, Mr. Martin," I gasped, clasping my arms around that big back. "Yes, yes."
And he groaned into my ear, holding me close as if I was the most precious thing in the world to him, caressing me, a gift from the heavens.
"That's right, little girl," he rumbled, "let yourself go, let Daddy show you the way."
Because the waves were beginning to grow in size, swell and ache with pleasure and my cunt was positively pulsing now, each thrust of his dick reaching deep inside to make me shiver and tremble. My nipples felt on fire with every brush against his chest, pressed so tight against that commanding form and as Rob moved inside me, he reached one hand down to caress my clit, pinching the nub once, hard.
"Come now, baby," he rasped against my mouth. "Come for me now."
And with that, I gave it all up, shattering hard, my pussy spasming and pulsing on his pole again and again.
"Ohhh!" I moaned. "Ohhhh!" Because I was lost, lost to everything he promised, everything he gave, even if it hadn't been spelled out yet. I could feel it in his touch, how he took such good care of me, how he loved me, the way he worshiped my body, my every need, my everything. And so I gave it up again and again, creaming hard, my cunt clamping down on him, shaking with ecstasy, unable to control the hurricane of desire that pulsed through my curvy form.
And the big man was just as lost because with a roar, a powerful clench of his shoulders, a deep thrust of his hips, he came too, shooting himself deep into my insides, arc after arc of hot white splashing my inner channel, making me shudder as the virile sperm found its way inside.
"Fuuuuuck!" he roared, chest and abs tight, groin glued against my body. "Fuck fuck fuck!"
And I mewled in return, pussy clamping down even more, milking him of each drop of semen, drawing the stuff of life deeper and deeper, loving every precious spurt. Because his penis was giving it up, pulsing again and again, blasting hot white cum, and it was so satisfying, so hot, and so empowering at once. I loved knowing that I could make an alpha like Rob lose himself, give it up in my sweet arms, clasping him and holding him tight as the stuff of life spurted into me again and again. I loved knowing that as I gave myself up to him, he did the same, adoring me, treasuring me, the physical and the emotional both so good, flying to the highest heights, driving us over the cliff despite our odd beginnings.
And as our bodies returned to earth, both of us panting, gleaming with sweat, his dick still deep in my pussy, he licked my collarbone, tasting the dampness there.
"Fuck baby, you did good," he groaned, dick jerking once more in my cunt.
I just smiled coyly at him.
"I know," I purred. "It was amazing, wasn't it?" And I stopped for a moment, pausing because Mr. Martin was drawing his dick out now. His pole was so gorgeous, still semi-hard, virile and purple, covered in a mix of our cream, with the tiniest smear of red against the side. And he stopped to look at me, seizing my eyes with his blue gaze.
"Honey," he rumbled deep in his chest. "Know that I'll treasure this forever," he ground out. "I was your first and I'll never forget how sweet, how wanton, how wild and desirable you are."
And I let out a breathy laugh, looking down at his hot rod, still pulsing, aroused and deep purple.
"I know," I said, breasts still trembling slightly. "I know," I said again, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss. Because Mr. Martin was mine now, and I was his. And no matter how difficult things got, how confusing, tangled and flat-out bizarre, I knew we could make it work … so long as we were together.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ally
I thought we'd be fine after our sweet, satisfying encounters, I thought for sure Mr. Martin and I were an item now. Because for the rest of my four-night stay, I found myself in his bed, exploring each other's bodies, loving one another, taking, intimate in our exchange, so satisfying and amazing. It was a series of midnight rendezvous, a series of illicit encounters because he was still my boyfriend's dad, so during the day, we pretended like nothing was going on.
"You bored yet?" asked Jonah, yawning as we watched a movie in the living room.
"No of course not, why?" I asked, my cheeks coloring. Mr. Martin had watched the movie with us and unbeknownst to his son, had fingered me a bit under the big afghan, touching me whenever the sound effects from the action movie drowned out my breathy cries, my moans of arousal.
But his son was clueless, falling asleep halfway through the movie, not waking up until the very end. And even now, he was still moving in his own world, like he had a permanent set of 3-D glasses on.
"Think I'm gonna go for a cream puff," Jonah said carelessly. "There's that new pastry place down the street, a vanilla one would hit the spot."
I shared a look with Mr. Martin. We'd talked a little about his son lately like we were two parents, and Jonah's terrible eating habits and diet were part of our concerns. Cream puffs were the last thing he needed given his consistently low energy level and spindly frame. What Jonah needed was real nutrition, from fruits, vegetables and protein, not empty calories and a huge dose of sugar.
So I scrambled up from the duvet, discreetly making sure my skirt was pulled down. Oh god, Mr. Martin's fingers had felt so good in me, so amazing, and all I wanted was his dick once more.
But that had to wait until tonight, when I snuck into his room at midnight. For now, there was still Jonah and his terrible diet, and I had to help him, somehow, some way. So I spoke up cheerily, "I'll come with you. Maybe we could stop by the smoothie shop on the way."
And Mr. Martin shot me a look because he knew exactly what I planned. I wanted to go to the smoothie shop first, because maybe then I could get Jonah hooked on a healthy drink and we'd bypass the cream puff store altogether.
"You kids go," he rumbled. "I've got some business to take care of," and with a wave, Jonah and I pulled on our jackets, stepping out into the chilly New York breeze.
"Yeah, I can't wait to get back to school," my boyfriend complained. It didn't even sound right to call him my boyfriend anymore. I guess within a few days, I've grown up a lot, matured years, and Jonah was really nothing but a boy now, someone I wanted to be happy because he was my baby and I was his mom.
"No worries, we'll be back at Hudson soon enough," I said lightly. "Two days in fact."
Oh god, two days. I only had two more days with Mr. Martin before classes started, my old life coming back with a vengeance. I didn't want to think about it, it was so close and so I shook my head, like I was shaking cobwebs loose.
"Oh here we are," I said, pulling open the door to 360 Smoothies. "Come on, let's see what they have," I said persuasively as Jonah and I stepped inside. He looked at the offerings and scrunched his nose.