He drives in and out, hot, fast, urgent, until our bodies are slick from forehead to feet, slipping and slapping as the bed bounces under his weighted effort and his lips slip from mine, kissing my forehead in such a delicious, sweet gesture, as he fucks me like a rag doll down below.
I’m his porcelain doll, his filthy whore, and it feels perfect.
I accept everything he’s giving, the pain and the pleasure, as the scruff of his beard rasps against my cheek and he clutches around my body, holding me against him like some human sex toy, the twist of tension spinning into a fury.
He drives into me, harder, needier, almost manic, as I feel myself tensing, ready to fly again when he groans into my ear.
“Daddy’s coming inside you, baby. I can’t stop, I’m so close, princess, come with me. I want to feel you come on my cock, your little girl cunt milking my cum from my balls.”
His words push me to my peak, and I wrap my legs around the hard muscle of his ass, pulling him impossibly deep as I throw my arms around his neck, clinging to him. My body convulses, noises unlike anything I imagined I could make tear from my throat, and the first spray of his hot release coats the inside of my sex.
He grunts, grunts, then roars, as I scream and hold on for dear life. Our bodies are running the show, there is no morecivilized thought going on. Merrick’s furious drives, in and out of me, bottom out in the most glorious pain as he ruts into me and I feel his spend seeping out, down my ass cheeks, slippery between us.
“Fuck, baby. Daddy is sorry, so sorry.”
My insides squeeze, lightning flashes in my eyes, and I bury my face into his chest as the thrill of knowing his seed is deep inside me rocks me into another wave of blinding orgasm. I’m trembling and digging my heels into his backside, unable to control myself.
“Are you okay?” His voice is thick and hoarse, tinted with remorse, but I want to ease his pain.
“I’m perfect. It was perfect.”
“I told you I didn’t think I could go slow.” He slips his hands from around my back, up my ribs, then somehow manages to grab me under my arms and flip us over, his cock still buried to the hilt as I straddle him, wincing.
I flatten my palms onto the hardness of his chest, feeling the brush of the hair between my fingers, his cock full and thick inside of me, still pulsing.
I look down at this gorgeous monster of a man and smile, the sting still fresh between my legs, but the pull for more of what he’s offering is stronger than my aversion to the pain.
“Can I take another horsey ride on you, Daddy?” I bite into my bottom lip, rocking my hips just a bit, slowly, as I see the vein in his forehead stand out.
“What do you say?” He reaches for my hips, easing them forward and back, his fingers digging in.
“Please, Daddy…”
“Good girl. Take your time, Daddy likes to watch.”
Chapter Eleven
Merrick
The clock on my nightstand flips to nine am, and I’ve been staring at my precious sleeping beauty now for three hours.
I tuck a strand of her sex-crazy hair behind her delicate ear. I’m not the man I was yesterday when I walked onto the fair grounds and saw her for the first time. Now, her ivory skin has a few red—turning purple—marks, from my teeth and where I held her so tight while we fucked.
There’s still a raw fury in my gut, thinking of how I found her last night in that fucking box. She’s not going back there. Seeing her walk through the door to my house yesterday, I knew I would never let her leave.
She turned a house into a home in the blink of an eye. Just after she crested the threshold, visions of her, dancing, with a baby in her arms, swept through me like a tidal wave.
Now, she’s twisted in the white sheets, her hands snuggled against her chest as the filtered light though the trees streamsinto the room, glancing off her bare breasts and down her slender legs. Her ribs and hipbones protrude more than is healthy and from some of what she told me last night, it’s by design.
Maniacal rage boiled inside me as she described being starved for days, the discipline she endured over the years…fuck. If I let myself think about it, there are going to be dead bodies piling up and that will only serve to keep me from her. I’ll find another way to deal with that situation. First, my focus is on my little sprite.
She looks at peace, at home, and utterly mine. The morning breeze is warming the room from the open sliding glass doorwall and our first day in our home together is about to begin.
Last night, after she rode my dick to another round of orgasms and I filled her with another life changing delivery of my cum, I carried her onto the deck, fingering her pussy, pushing my sticky, warm release back up inside her as it tried to leak out. I finger banged her to another orgasm under the stars as she screamedDaddyover and over, and I was in pure heaven.
Then, she played with the dogs like a little girl. Squealing and rolling on the floor as they tumbled and licked her. How she goes from my sweet, perfect sex doll to an innocent little girl has me tied up in knots. I never knew what I wanted before her, and now that I have it, I can’t fathom life without.
I can’t help but think, she never really got to be a child. Never got to be carefree and protected. And I intend to make up for everything she was denied.
