Shea ascends the staircase in front of me, and I have to grip my balls so they don’t explode, because her ass is killing me. That suggestive sway of her hips. I’m panting by the time we reach the landing, my cock throbbing in my jeans. She starts to move around the space, murmuring about lighting possibilities and floor plans.
She squeaks in surprise when I steer her into the bathroom at the top of the stairs.
Slam the door and shove her up against it, trapping her with my body.
I’ve surprised her. Those big, confused eyes blink up at me, but excitement is already beginning to gather there. The breathless need to service me.
“I’m going to fuck you very hard right now, little girl. I’m sorry.” I unfasten my buckle and draw my zipper down, hissing when my cock springs free through the opening, finally able to breathe. “Scream as loud as you want.”
I capture her mouth before she has a chance to respond, and instantly, she’s moaning. Loosening her neck and letting me maul her from above, inviting my hands to roam up and over her incredibly full tits, groping and massaging them through her sports bra, my tongue delving rhythmically into her mouth. I’m on fire from the taste of her, the acquiescence. The shape of her body as it welcomes the strength of mine, molding and confirming to my muscles and roving hands, like a preening kitten who craves attention.
She’s got mine. All of it.
For life.
Her delicate fingers find my cock and she whimpers, stroking me. “Y-you’re going to make love to me here?”
I tilt my hips with a grunt, pushing my erection into her hand. Obsessed with the way her thumb circles my tip, then strokes down hard to the base, like she’s going on instinct and senses what will make me the hardest. “You give me no choice.” Sipping kisses from her swollen mouth, I work the shorts and thong down her hips, letting them fall to her ankles. “I need them to know you belong to me. I need to remind myself that somehow my beautiful angel belongs to me.”
“Yes, I do,” she whispers, kicking away the shorts.
Stripping off her sports bra.
That leaves her completely nude, save her sneakers, while I’m fully dressed.
I toss her smaller body up between me and the door, my heart running a marathon in my chest. Skipping beats over the way she looks at me, so trusting. Sweet beyond my wildest imagination. Almost unbearably soft where I push my dick inside of her, her thighs flexing and eager around my hips.
I punch deep and she comes, her pussy spasming. Creaming down the length of me. So slick and tight, my eyes roll back in my head.
“D-Daddy!”
“Oh my God.Oh fuck,” I growl through clenched teeth, bearing down on my lower body to prevent myself from spilling, joining her in the bliss she’s experiencing, her eyes blind, body shaking. “You’re as horny as me, aren’t you? Didn’t even make it one stroke.”
She’s writhing between me and the door, her orgasm pummeling her, that cunt squeezing around me. Squeezing like a vise. “Is that b-bad?”
I would laugh if my urges weren’t so dark. Soimmediate. “No, angel. It’s just more proof that you’re mine.” I yank her thighs higher around my waist and start to ram. Up, up, up, her deliciously naked body pressed tightly between me and the door, shaking the hinges, the taut cheeks of her ass squeaking as they drag up and down against the shiny wood. “Hold on tight while I fucking rail you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she sobs, clinging to my shoulders, her legs spread for my forceful drives, her sneakers dangling off the floor and occasionally hitting off my outer thighs. “Oh my goodness, you’re so deep.”
Her praise makes my hips thrust with more insistence.
Desperation.
I warned her this was going to be a rough fuck, but my God, I’m not holding back at all as I take her, my cock raging out of her too-snug warmth and pummeling back in, my lower spinein knots, sweat beads rolling down the sides of my face. I’m mating her like a fucking animal, my molars gnashing, my hands clutching her ass cheeks in a bruising hold while the door’s hinges complain about the abuse.
“I want your come so bad,” she whines, her hips working as much as they can between my demanding body and the door. “I want it to get me pregnant.”
My head and chest explode with wonder.
With a level of desire that stuns me.
Looking down into her hopeful eyes threatens to make me bust, so I turn my head and watch myself fuck her in the mirror, our size difference blatant and frankly indecent. I’m beefy, inked. Aging. She’s slight. Unmarred. Ethereal. I don’t feel any shame, though, only protectiveness over my young girlfriend.
“Angel…”
“Uh-huh?”
I slow the furious pumping of my hips for a moment, grinding into her, kindling a cry in the back of her throat. Slowly, slowly, squeaking her up and down the door while she shudders, her breathing rapid. “You really want a baby with me?”
