Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(26)

Oh, poor Tara. Baby girl's eyes were wide when I stroked my huge  erection and looked at her. This wasn't just pride, I'd had girlfriends  in college that told me that my cock was too big for them to take. Tara  had no reference and likely thought every cock was too big for her  little virgin pussy … so I was ready to fuck her right out of that notion  and fill her up with my massive cock until I utterly owned that pussy.

Pulling her dress over her head next, I was so pleased that she'd kept  her panties on for me this whole time. I released her from their  bondage, kissing and rubbing where she's gotten little lines of redness  from the pressure she'd put on them. Tasting her sweet, soft skin, I  thought about other little red lines I'd mar her skin with some other  time. When my lips touched her skin, my fingers, everything made her  tremble. I saw her eyes hooded with lust. Her shaking wasn't about  nerves anymore; it was about how I was overloading her with new  sensations.

And then I grabbed that silky body and pressed her against me. I kissed  her, deeper, slower, savoring her warmth and her passion. My fingers  stroked from the base of her neck to the tip of her spine, up and down,  worshiping every inch of her perfect skin, but when it was time to let  baby girl breathe, I wasn't going to wait anymore.

Gripping her ass firmly, I dug my fingers into the globes of her tight  ass and pulled her up, then down, lining that dripping pussy up with my  steel-hard cock. I walked her over to the door, pressing her against it  and pressing my cock against her opening. She shivered in anticipation  but didn't try to move me from where I was. Those trusting big, Bambi  mocha eyes looked up into mine. I checked the knob for locking the door,  and I pressed her down onto my cock. Tara's eyes widened again.  Pressing her down further, I saw no pain, and I lowered her down on my  cock until my whole cock was sheathed in her. I held that stance for a  moment, kissing her tenderly and not moving inside of her. I felt her  body stretching to take me, getting used to my cock filling her up. I  trailed kisses on her neck, and with her pressed up against the door I  brought my hands to her breasts. I cupped them whole. Ready to thrust in  and somewhat out of her, not wanting to overwhelm her too much, I  started a slow pump and closed my mouth over her breast. Her nipple  between my teeth, I asked in earnest, "Y'okay, baby girl?"

"Y-yes," she moaned in an overwhelmed little voice. I could unload  inside of her right now, damn near, at the way she sounded. At her sweet  body so completely mine.

Fuck.

Fuck.

The more okay she was the harder I started pumping into her, bringing  one hand to entwine with her hair and cradle her head and the other to  hold her ass. I didn't want any bruises on this perfect skin yet.





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Tara





"Unnh, fuuuuck," I moaned in a low, breathy voice. Marcus was so deep  inside me, and it felt like I was on fire, everywhere. I could have been  electrocuted with the lust permeating me. My nipples hurt, I wanted his  hands on them so badly, and all my skin felt wrong without him touching  it. His hands were all over me but I was grinding against him and  squeezing him up. I would never get enough of him touching me.

Please, please Daddy, don't stop. My mind cried out in unison with my  body but all that escaped my mouth were moans, groans, sighs, and the  occasional expletive.

I thought I might be sore in the morning, the consuming way that he  pressed into me so deeply and then we slammed back together, all so fast  that I was shocked that it was a human speed. Marcus was strong, I  knew, but the endurance, stamina...fuck.

No one does it like Daddy. Christ, it was a wicked thought but I liked  it. Stepdaddy was the one who'd shown me everything, and now he was  making my first time so, so, perfect.

Summoning some of my strength to tangle my fingers in his hair, I  wiggled my ass up and held him close to me with my whole body. I nuzzled  my face to the scruff of his burgeoning five o'clock shadow before  pressing my lips against his and kissing him. First, it was so tender,  my lips against his, our heat between us everything. Then I ran my  tongue over the seam of his lips, and he let me in. My tongue lavished  over his, worshiping him the way his cock was making my pussy all his.

His.

I never wanted to be anything but his, and I found new veracity in that  welcome thought. I kissed him fiercely and bucked my hips against him  harder, demanding he fucks me hard and deep. Never relenting, his cock  filled me up so perfectly. Marcus claimed me again and I again. We  breathed in each other and were so slick with sweat. I knew our hips had  bruised each other, that my tailbone was probably bruised by my  needless resistance against the door.

But I didn't care. I would wear every mark proudly as a sign that I was Daddy's girl.

My teeth grazed over his lip, nibbling just a little. He took the  invitation and rose the stakes, nibbling, then biting, then running his  tongue over my blood. I tasted the saltiness of my blood against our  kiss, and I loved sharing all of me with him. My need for Marcus was  primal, and he understood how I was saying it with my body.

Cresting pleasure waves overtook my thoughts and my mouth pressed  against his, slack-jawed for a moment. I moaned loudly and urgently. I  was going to come, again, this time with him inside me, and I was  desperate to feel him inside me, surging his own orgasm into me. He  pulled back and looked at my face, and I gave him a desperate look that I  knew conveyed my desperation to handle the overwhelming ecstasy he'd  plowed through my body.

"I tasted what kind of girl you. Now, you can," he said with a groan of  pleasure. The sound of his moans, so close to his orgasm, made my clit  twinge with need and I was shuddering around him. He took deep, slower  strokes, inside me. Marcus milked every drop of my pleasure onto his big  cock, and then he pulled out his, shooting jets of his hot come all  over my breasts. Pressing his cock between them.

Taking both my hands to grip my breasts and press his cock into my mouth  while I took the head in my mouth, I sucked off his come and mine,  mingled between us. I didn't take my eyes off of his the whole time. The  lust that seared his gaze made me feel powerful and more desired than I  thought I ever could. I wasn't sure why I'd wanted to do what I did,  nor was I confident that Marcus would even enjoy that, but until a few  seconds ago I'd never really thought about someone orgasming on my  breasts.

But Marcus had covered me in him and I'd tasted us both together, and it  was so grippingly, primal sexual that I wanted to moan at just the  thought. I held the length of him in my hands now, stroking the length  that had given me such pleasure.

"Wow," I said, and my voice seemed a million miles away. "That...was..."  I was panting from the intensity of it all, and my body was shuddering.  Marcus held me up and pulled me into his arms.         

     



 

"Perfect," Marcus said, kissing my forehead.

Marcus carried me to the master bathroom and sat me inside the shower to  turn on the water. Hot, steaming water cascaded to the floor before he  stepped in. I watched him, my mouth hanging open a little to watch the  water curtain around his muscular, defined back and down his powerful  thighs. When Marcus turned to me and I saw him from the front, I  couldn't breathe, and I felt dizzy. His hard abdomen, his strong pecs,  his broad shoulders. His whole body was literally breathtakingly  beautiful.

"I love you," I murmured. He was looking at me, but I'd said what I had  very quietly. If he heard me, he said nothing. His hand had extended  toward me, and it didn't waver.

It seemed foolish to have said, particularly when I was ogling his  incredible body. That was it, though. The incredible body was just one  facet of the incredible man that I already knew that I loved. He was the  one person I wanted to be like. His warmth and his hard work were  something easy for me to want to be. I didn't want to be cold like my  mother. I wanted her ambition but his warmth, so badly. And I'd wanted  him. Now, he'd taken my first time and turned it into the most amazing  experience of my life. Some fumbling high school boy could have done  this, or a jockish frat asshole.

But instead I was taking the hand of the one man who'd been the only  good constant in my life, and we were standing under the water together.  His hands pulled me closer and the water washed away all our come and  sweat. Marcus wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I closed  my eyes and pressed my head under his chin. I liked when he held me like  this. How he stroked my hair. I needed to be his forever.

And no matter how hot the water around us was, my blood was chilled with  terror. What if this was it? What if we shared this one moment and then  I never saw him again?

Fuck. Everything had happened so fast. Sure, it all felt right to me. It  was everything that I had ever wanted. But Marcus had said that it  would never happen.

But then it did.