The little girl he needs to fuck.
His grip leaves my throat now, and when his fingertips skate down my bare belly, I whimper uncontrollably, tummy hollowing. Oh God, I think I love being dominated.
“That’s a good little human,” he murmurs in that deep voice, slowly dragging my bathing suit bottoms down to my knees. Stopping. Moaning long and loud at the sight of me, his eyes widening like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. He wrenches my bottoms the final distance to my ankles and throws them away, his face suddenly a breath away from my sex, examining it with hot eyes. “So small and delicate, yet it fills me with monstrous urges, Darla.” He pushes my knees open, right then left, making a choked sound. “It is hardly fair that the very part of a girl thatincites so much violent hunger in a man should be so fragile. How will I keep from hurting you?”
His thumb slips along the slit of my sex and in doing so, brushes over a sensitive spot that leaves me gasping, wetness seeping out against my will. But he sees it and heaves a strangled curse, his thumb parting me further. Tracing. Exploring. In a desperate move to get a better view, he turns me sideways on the bed and throws my leg wide, his huffing breath bathing my juncture. My inner thighs.
“Sweet sandsharks, there is the breach. Small and pink. If you hadn’t already told me you’d never been mated, I would know just by looking at it.Fuck.” He leans in and nuzzles his nose against my opening, rubbing his lips side to side against it. Planting a panting kiss.
Licking.
One drag of his tongue encompasses my full sex and singes my nerve endings, my hips lifting without a signal from my brain. My senses are reeling, the ceiling seems a million miles away, and all I can do is lie there, gulping down air, trying not to expire from the wealth of sensations he’s unleashing.
Mainly, need so heady, it’s almost confusing.
Where did it come from? Has it existed inside me all along?
Maybe so. Daddy unleashed it.
“There’s more than one…b-breach,” I hear myself saying. I don’t know why. Perhaps because I noticed him admiring my backside on the beach and want to…show it off? Yes, I think that’s it. He makes me feel so sexual. So desired. And I want more. My body feels on the verge of something extraordinary, if I can just get more.
Moby lifts his head, that hungry gaze pinning me down. “I felt it on the beach. The one in…?”
“In the back,” I finish in a whisper.
“I will get a better look now.” I’m flipped face down, my fingers digging into the comforter as he pulls the cheeks of my bottom apart and gives a closed mouth roar. “Yes. I knew there had to be something within these cheeks that would drive me wild. My God, which of these little holes do I fuck first?” His thumb presses down on my asshole, and my mouth flies open on a sob, shock rioting up and down my limbs at the ticklish wave that ebbs and flows below my navel.
“I…I think I like that, Daddy.”
He groans, rubbing my pucker firmly with the pad of his thumb. “This?”
“Yes,” I manage, tilting my hips. Scooting my knees wider.
“You are hell on my cock, little human. I am going to paint these cheeks in white any second now, you’ve made me so hard.”
I’m surprised I can think straight enough to realize…he must not have any condoms with him. No, he couldn’t, since he arrived on the beach naked. And I certainly don’t have any, since sex is never part of my plans. But I can’t get pregnant if he…
Goodness, am I really considering this?
I seem to want him inside of me, any way I can get him. My body is screaming for an invasion, my mouth is salivating, the patio a blur of lights around me. My heart is beating so fast. I can’t control it…or the inundation of lust.
I’m in lust.
And when Moby slides his thick finger into my back entrance, I feel it everywhere. My nipples, my tummy, in the back of my throat. But most of all in my sex. Pressure floods between my thighs and tears water my vision.
“Little girl wants a nice, thick cock in her ass, doesn’t she? My pretty baby can’t keep still, whining and wiggling around, making Daddy lose his mind.” Moby’s voice is a deep, dark baritone now, and it thrills me, my excitement leveling evenhigher. “I will use the sweet juice from your front breach to aid me.”
“Okay,” I whisper, moaning when he slips two fingers beneath me, rubbing them against that intensely sensitive spot—it must be my clitoris!—then down to my entrance, gathering wetness and bringing it back to my back pucker, pumping two drenched fingers between my cheeks. Deep. Jiggling.
Bliss unlocks and spreads…everywhere.
I curl my fists on cushion and cry out, not sure what’s happening. There’s an expansion inside of me and it’s on the verge of implosion. “What do I do? What do I do?”
“Lie still and let Daddy mate,” he responds, raggedly.
That’s my final warning before his hard flesh enters me. A handful of inches press further than I thought possible and again, oh gosh, the weight of his shaft triggers something devious in my core. As if by filling one part of me, he fulfils all. Seeking reassurance from the tumult of sensations, I look back at Moby over my shoulder, finding his features tight with lust, his mighty torso covered in sweat. His gigantic length isn’t even halfway inside of me, but he is hard at work, stroking the remaining inches in a frenzy.
“It’s too tight,” he growls through his teeth. “I can’t possibly thrust.”
