It was all I could do to stop myself from fucking her like a wild animal, hammering my cock into her butt again and again, pounding that big ass like an anvil. But I made myself go slow because she was a virgin and I'd just taken her anal cherry, made her mine.
"Yes, just like that," I rumbled against the smooth skin of her back. "You did wonderful baby girl. Give Daddy a kiss, you've been so good."
And craning her neck a little, she turned so that we could kiss as I fucked her butt. Oh yeah, it was so good, our lip lock so meaningful, deep and sensuous as I pulled her little body tighter to mine, worming even further up her anal canal. And with a little push and a shudder, it began. I began swinging my hips, rocking them slowly at first, fucking that butt as I owned her mouth, my hand still squeezing her breast, making her feel good.
"Mmm," she moaned deliriously against my lips. "Mmmm … ohhhh!"
Because I'd slipped my hand to her clit now and was rubbing it as I hammered her behind. Oh yeah, I was going at it deep in her anus, that tight rim gripping me with every slide, her back chamber so small, so illicit and so good that I was ready to burst at any second. But I wanted my baby to feel good too, I wanted her to come with my cock stuffed in her body. So I caressed her clit as I slid into her, playing with her nub, giving it a solid rub, circling my finger around her sensitivity as I filled her canal.
"Mmm!" she whined again. "Mmm, mmm!"
And I chuckled hoarsely, abs and chest tight, dick ramrod stiff as I wedged myself into her again and again. Oh fuck, it was so good, so fucking good, I've never been in an ass this tiny and my balls were starting to lift, go high and tight, sperm churning, ready to shoot, I was so turned on.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby," I panted hoarsely, my hips going fast and hard now, practically bouncing off those white cheeks. "Fuck."
And with a roar, one last push, I pressed my dick in deep and exploded. Oh hell yeah, my cock trembled and spurt like a fire hose on max, blasting lash after lash of hot cream up her anal tract, practically hitting her GI system, coating those walls with bursts of semen. And the little girl, feeling those juices, feeling my dick shudder and give it up, came as well. She lifted her head to the heavens and let out an inarticulate scream, anus and pussy clenching hard, once, before dissolving in a series of spasms, each one almost bending her body in two, making her double up and gasp, breathy pants escaping as jolts ran through her frame, flesh jiggling, ass milking me for more.
"Oh fuck yeah," I heaved, pushing deeper into her canal as my dick gave it up. "Oh fuck, drain me dry little girl, do it, do it."
And her body obeyed my command. With every hot clench, every spasm that ran through her rump, my dick spurted more, releasing gust after gust of semen, every last drop disappearing into her sweet body. And we stayed locked together, ass wrapped around my shaft, milking me furiously for another few minutes, that's how long our climaxes were, how good it felt, how mind-blowingly amazing. Fuck, I'd never pull out if I could have my way, I'd bury my dick in the brunette for hours at a time, shoot gallons of sperm into this sweetness because it literally was the best way to spend my life.
But Ellie's ass had to be sore. I'd breached a virgin, popped her anal cherry and there was no way the girl could handle my dick indefinitely, not now at least. No worries, I'd teach the brunette to take more, teach her to beg me, teach her how to stretch, how to accommodate my ten inch cock in every one of her holes, any time of the day or night. But for now, she needed rest, the brunette was already gonna be walking funny with the way I'd just fucked her, how I'd pushed my dick in so deep.
So slowly, oh so slowly, I exited then, watching with hungry eyes as my cock emerged from between those sweet cheeks, the tight ring gripping me still, the girl moaning as I withdrew, pussy creaming once more at the sensuous sensation. But I'd underestimated my best girl because once I was out, my cock slippery and coated with cum, she opened her eyes and looked at me coyly from over her shoulder, ass lifted in the air.
"Daddy, is there a lot of cum?" she murmured, still breathing hard. "Can you check for me please?" And without losing a beat, the vixen reached around herself, placing a small palm on each cheek and pulled, spreading so that I could get a good view. And oh fuck, but that anus was so fucked. Instead of the tiny, tight pucker it'd been just fifteen minutes ago, there was serious gape now, a round, dark hole where my dick had been, stretching that taut rim, her ring glistening and wet.
But like I said, I underestimated Ellie because with a moan and a slight whimper, she squeezed her eyes shut and began to push. I watched with amazement and growing lust as her tits heaved, tummy rolling a bit, and sure enough, a bit of white began rising up from inside, pearling at her anal ring before slipping out down her ass, a rivulet dripping down her cheek, leaving a dirty trail. Holy fuck, holy fuck, had that really just happened? Had Ellie just served me a dirty cream pie from her back hole, so fucking wrong, so fucking illicit? And with a moan and a rumble in my chest, I did what I had to. I leaned forward and lapped the trail of white, tasting the semen that had just been in her body, still hot, still bubbling, flavored with her unmistakable ass taste. Because this was the best sex I'd ever had, and I needed more of it. I needed this woman, what only she could provide with her body, mind, her soul, her everything, and fuck, but I'd never get enough of the gorgeous girl.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ellie
Troy trailed his tongue up the back of my thighs, savoring the white flesh, lapping the juices I'd just let out. Oh fuck, he was so dirty, so fucking nasty, tasting his own semen, drinking it up. And the thing was that I loved it. I loved sex with him, being intimate with him, absolutely couldn't get enough. Sure, it was my first time with a man, I'd never let any male into my private places before, but never in my wildest dreams did it think it'd feel this good to be completely possessed and owned by the alpha.
Because I was ready to do anything Troy wanted. I'd just stripped bare and given him anal in front of a crowd, anyone who'd wanted to see could have glimpsed our small figures up above, hammering away. And I was ready to do more. Whatever he wanted, I was there to provide, and all he had to do was ask. Or in Troy's case, take.
So I moaned once again throatily as the big man lapped at my behind, shudders running through my frame, body going soft and loose once more. I was ready for more, whichever way my owner commanded. But suddenly, a knock sounded on the door. What the hell? My head swiveled, eyes alarmed. Troy and I were both totally naked, me bent over as he licked my ass in front of the glass viewing pane. Was it management coming to chew us out, escort us from the premises for our lewd behavior? Had someone seen and complained? Oh god, I jolted upright, scrabbling for my clothes, face flushed and embarrassed, but Troy's hand tightened around my waist, reassuring, strong like steel bands, pinning me in place.
"No worries baby girl," he ground out, voice muffled as he lapped the backs of my thighs again. "They'll go away."
Oh god, it felt so good and I prayed that the intruder would disappear. Because fuck, Troy's tongue felt amazing on me, he was niggling my clit now, pushing me down further to bite lightly at my sensitive nub. Shocks ran through my pussy, the soft flesh moistening again, dripping appreciatively.
But the knock came again, this time accompanied by a high-pitched male voice.
"Mr. Black," it sang, "Concierge here, we'd like to deliver a complimentary fruit basket from management."
Troy snorted into my behind. He was the last guy to want a fruit basket so he grunted, "Naw, no thanks," before diving back into my muff.
But the knock came again, insistent, the concierge positively chirping, "And we want to get your input about the owner's box, what the Billionaires Club can do to make your experience better."
This time, Troy was pissed.
"Can you wait? This isn't a great time for a survey, come back later," he shouted at the door.
But I felt for the poor concierge. If he didn't do his job, the brothers were probably going to come down hard on him, so why not give him a chance? Let him fulfill his responsibilities. I gently pulled away from my lover, tossing him his clothes before scrambling into mine. Troy wasn't happy about it, a dark look in his eyes, yanking on his jeans, covering that huge masculine form. But it was worth it because I wanted to give my feedback, I wanted the brotherhood to know what had happened to me.
And once I was decently dressed, I answered the door, lightly patting my brown curls to make sure they were relatively neat and not like we'd just had a hot session.