Spoil Me, Daddy(14)

What he did was made sure with every inch of him I took that I was adjusting, that I was taking him easily enough. I was wet, that wasn’t a concern. But I was tight. Really tight.

“You’re so big.”

“Too big?” he asked, his voice rough.

I shook my head, pressed down on him a little bit more. Then more still and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter with his dick bottoming out inside me.

With one surprise move, he flipped me over so I was astride him. The soft hair on my legs tickling me, I met his gaze.

“I took all of you,” I said, surprised and pleased, wiggling my hips a bit to adjust to this new position.

He grinned. “You did. You took all of your Daddy’s dick. Now take it for a ride. Up and down. That’s it. I want to watch you.”

Putting my hands on his shoulders, I lifted and lowered myself, impaling my pussy on him again and again. I watched Gabe, his eyes transfixed on my breasts. They were bouncing and swaying with my motions and when I ground down on him so my clit got rubbed, he leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth.

When he bit it gently, I came, milking him.

“Fuck, little girl, I’m going to come.” He hardened within me, then spurt hotly. I could feel each burst of his cum filling me right up.

I was sweaty and messy as I tried to pull off him. Just as I imagined, his cum seeped out and covered both our thighs. Tinged with red, it showed what he’d done. Fucked me for the first time. Made me his. Placing his hands on my hips, he held me in place.

“Let Daddy stay inside you for another minute. It’s not every day I take my little girl’s cherry.”

Leaning in, I kissed him, pleased he’d been my first. I went home that night with Gabe’s cum still dripping from my bare pussy and down my thighs. I refused to take a shower, reveling in his possession marking me all hot and sticky.

* * * *

The next morning, I didn’t want to wake up. I dreamed about Gabe, his hands, his mouth, the feeling of him inside me – my first sex. It was all I wanted to think about, but I was woken up by my mother yelling at me with a bunch of flyers in her hand.

“Why are we getting mail from the local college?” she asked, tugging open my blinds and sitting on the side of my bed.

I let out a groan and tried to cover my eyes from the bright light. I’d gotten home late, and I hadn’t fallen asleep right away. I probably only had five hours of sleep and I didn’t need my mother yelling in my ear. She didn’t care that I was late last night, that I’d fucked my boss or that I’d even lost my virginity. She cared about local college flyers because it might mess with her.

“I signed up for the newsletter…” I didn’t want to sit up and engage. I didn’t want to talk and fight with her. I just wanted to dream and think of Gabe. I could feel the soreness between my legs. His cock had been huge inside me and I wasn’t used to it. I was achy where he’d torn through my hymen and I felt dried cum on my thighs. For a moment, I forgot what we were talking about, but when I saw her irate expression, I focused on her, not my fabulously used pussy. “I didn’t know they were going to mail me.”

“Didn’t we already talk about this? The best program for you is at the school across the country. Why are you giving up your future and staying here? Do you want me to fend for you until you’re old? Is that it?” She threw the flyers on my bed and glared at me. “I’ve provided you a great life and gave you everything you needed and wanted. Mary, I can’t do that forever. You’re going to have to be independent one day, and that will start at the end of the summer when you get to college.”

I didn’t realize how quickly my mood could turn sour until this moment.

“I know, Mom.” I tried my best not to roll my eyes in front of her. “I’m not saying I’m not going to go to college. I want to stay here because it’s more affordable for me. That’s what you want, right? For me to be smart? To live on my own? I know you’ll be paying for my tuition if I go to that other school, but what about my living expenses? I’d have to find a job, and that’s not even sure. Here, I can continue to work for Gabe and babysit Ashley. It would be flexible and it would pay my expenses. I wouldn’t have to worry about applying to jobs here since I already have one. I won’t have to depend on you.”

That got her to shut up. She wasn’t expecting that. My mother thought I was an idiot, who only depended on my looks to get by. Thought a job as a pre-school teacher was stupid. I wasn’t like her. With my response, she couldn’t help but zip her mouth shut. She didn’t know what to say because I was right. I had a job with Gabe. At least until Ashley’s mom returned, but then maybe I could work for her.