Her little hands grasp my biceps as I give her my inches, triumphantly claiming her as mine for now and forever.
No other man will have her now. She belongs to me.
“Oh my God…” she moans. She flinches slightly as I take her cherry, but I soothe her with kisses up her neck, capturing her lips with mine. No stopping now.
Her heart pounds through her chest against mine in perfect sync. My body is electric. It feels like her pussy is sucking me off while I fly high on some designer drug made just for me.
“That’s it,” I praise her, massaging her tits as I pick up the pace. I sit back and watch my cock go in and out, glistening with her juices. “You’re abadlittle nun, aren’t you?”
She squeaks out a giggle and nods. “Yourlittle nun.”
It’s a miracle she came into my life. Untouched, without a string of bad boyfriends left in her wake. Just knowing I’m the first to have her makes me want to tattoo my name on her pussy mound.
Not that anyone would see it but me, of course.
Her legs wrap eagerly around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Take it, sis. Don’t hold back. This isn’t a punishment. It’s your reward.”
“For being a good girl, Daddy?”
My lips curl into a devilish smile. She’s letting it all out now. Hiding nothing. There’s more to her than I thought.
More that I’ll have to explore.
“For being abadgirl,” I tease, seizing a rough fistful of her hair as I start to really pound her. “Now let Daddy claim that cunt.”
She may be a bad girl, but I’m abad man…
“Mmmm,” she moans as her eyes close.
As I bottom out in her pussy, her walls contract hard around my shaft, and I have to fight to keep myself from roaring at the top of my lungs.
She’s got to still be sensitive from her hour-long ride on the saddle, so I press my thumb against her clit and watch her body spasm like she’s been hit by a taser.
Her body bows off the bed. Her nails bite into my skin as she clutches my shoulders, but I don’t even feel it. I’m lost in her pussy and feel like a god as I go off, seeding her virgin hole with my cum.
Her orgasm hits her hard and deep, and she lets out a stifled cry as I collapse on top of her to keep her from shaking out from under me.
“Amon,” she mutters over and over as she quivers. I don’t know how many times I’ve made her come today, but this is the only one that truly matters.
I hold her as she comes down, marveling at every tiny little change in her facial expressions.
Even the sound of her breath is sublime.
Our parents won’t be okay with that, but with the money and power I have, there’s nothing they can do.
7
JOAN
I lie in the tub,eyes closed, consumed by the warmth of the water. The bathroom is gorgeous—marble floors, ornate, luxurious. A far cry from the tiny showers back at the convent.
I take a deep breath as the steam rises around me, and once again, my thoughts go back to Amon. Try as I might, I can’t keep images from yesterday from flooding my mind.
The way he took me in his arms…kissed my chest and neck…
…the way he spread me…stretched me…filled me and claimed me…
Even my punishment has me tingling as I think back to him tying my hands, strapping my ankles to the floor, and forcing me to sit on that…thingfor an hour.
