I sucked in my breath as he gripped his cock in one hand and guided it toward my soaking wet heat. The first nudge of the monstrous head sent a wave of terror through me. But my screaming lust drove out any fear, and Jesse watched my face as he pressed the enormous head forward, my body taking him inside as he gulped his breaths.
“I can’t fucking wait. Not anymore. God forgive me...”
I heard only the outline of the words, then felt the driving impact of his massive thrust as his cock tore into me like a battering ram. My body spread for him as my dripping arousal eased his entry, but the pain was like nothing I'd ever felt before. It roared through every nerve ending, turning the edges of my vision black as my virgin pussy finally took what it had been waiting for since I'd learned about the birds and the bees.
I screamed as he pummeled into me, fucking me so hard, with ragged cursing apologies, I thought he would come right through my belly. His massive body spread me apart like a force of nature without any concept of restraint.
My hand snaked around his back to feel the power in every muscle as he curled his hips forward and upward with each massive stroke.
Each pump drove air through my dry throat and out between my open lips.
Gasps and moans and sobs caught in my chest, tangled together in a web of pleasure and pain that I never wanted to end.
He leaned his head back long enough to bear it down and take my mouth into his rough kiss, his breath raspy and thick through his nose. The taste of my own arousal on his lips was intoxicating in a way that alcohol had never been.
Our tongues swirled and danced in rhythm to his deep thrusts.
The realization that I couldn’t get away right now if I tried was heady, and it pushed me closer and closer to that glimmering peak in the distance.
Would he even hear me if I said stop?
Would he understand if I was fighting against him instead of moving with him?
He was lost in his own pent-up mission of pleasure and release. His weight and power on top of me spoke volumes of how insignificant my fight would be against him.
But, fight was not what I did. Not what I wanted to do.
I was pinned to the bed like a doll as his torso moved up and down against me.
I wanted to live and die right here. I could smell his musky, masculine scent, tinged with his salty sweat, and I longed to taste his skin. I broke our kiss and bit down into the rock hard, straining muscles of his shoulder, licking and tasting the perfect flavor of his salty sweat over my tongue.
My body yielded and I rode each pillaging stroke, wishing for it to never end. Jesse rose up, slipped one arm under my leg and brought it high, hooking the crook of his arm behind my knee, giving him even deeper access to my screaming cunt.
“Oh God…” I held his eyes as he rode out the deep animal passion of his lust. He drank in my face, my throat, my bouncing tits. My longing for him had been held back so long, every thrust felt like a penance. Like a command from God that I must accept Jesse's thrusting cock. That I must obey, and be meek, and milk him for every drop of cum he could give.
“Cum, baby girl," he ordered, grunting with effort. "I want to feel you cum on my cock. Daddy needs you, baby. Don’t ever forget it.”
That word again. It drove itself into my soul.
“Yes.” I hissed between his movements. “Daddy.”
The intensity of his gaze, the desperation in his words, combined to bring every cell in my body to swift focus. The building tension inside my core would not be denied any longer. Jesse pressed his body against mine, grinding hard flesh against my open slit as the physical met the emotional and I clawed my way toward the apex of the moment. Through the pain, through the confusion, through it all, he became everything.
Daddy.
Jesse’s hips flexed and drove forward, but found nowhere else for his length to go. And suddenly everything slowed again. He moved into me like an all-consuming dream, and my eyes closed as the waves of bliss washed over me.
“Oh, God…” I screamed as my body clutched onto his thickness.
I willed him to explode, to release his own intricate knot of lust in time with my own. He drove deeper into my spread hips as my body quaked and spasmed. Every sound in the room fell away as I watched his lips curl back over his teeth like an animal ready to devour its prey.
“Fuck, baby, cum on Daddy’s cock. God damn it, you feel so fucking good…tight baby pussy, just like I’ve dreamed about for so fucking long.”
He growled into the air around us and dropped his head, his hips powering into me like a bulldozer through a lace veil, and I felt his enormous cock head swell even greater, just before he sprayed my inner walls with the searing heat of his hot cum.
Revelations consumed me about pleasure in its very purest form. It wept and screamed and pounded at me in a sweeping wave of sensations from which I was sure I would never recover. Surely, this feeling was the gateway to madness. A place in which you get lost forever, never knowing again the difference between reality and dreams.
The orgasm wound its way from my toes, like a serpent up my legs, striking out from my center like sweet venom in a storm.
