At last I’m inside her fully, and all thoughts of violence are gone. All I want to do is be gentle, though I’m not a gentle guy. I slide my hands under her waist and pull her to me, kissing each of her stiff nipples almost reverently before crushing her to me so she’s in a sitting position, straddling me.
But I still don’t let her move much, pinning her arms behind her with one hand, as the other slides up in her hair, wrapping itself around her coils, tilting her head back, and devouring her mouth and neck.
Meanwhile, my cock is driving in and out of her, gently at first as she tenses and hisses in pain, then faster when I see her getting used to the intrusion.
Fuck, it feels amazing. Like our bodies fit each other perfectly. I let go of her hands to grip her ass, squeezing it as she hisses once more in pain, and I remember how bruised she is back there. Which only makes me grip her harder, the desire to be gentle giving way once more to darkness.
As I fuck her, she brings her arms around to squeeze my shoulders, then runs her hands along my back, softly at first. But when I pick up my rhythm, her light touch turns into nails raking my skin, so hard they’ll probably leave angry red streaks.
It’s good. It’s so fucking good. But it’s not enough.
I pump into her wildly, flipping her around on the bed so I can enter her fully, restraining her with the weight of my body. She groans and huffs, pain battling it out with pleasure, as I own her pussy, feeling like I can’t go hard or fast enough to satisfy my bottomless need. My hand is still pinching and kneading her ass as the other alternates between pushing down on her back and reaching around to twist and crush her nipples.
Though I’m fucking her hard, she’s meeting each of my thrusts hungrily, arching her back toward me as it feels like I’m destroying her cunt. The sensation is so relentlessly intense, every nerve in my body humming, that I’m not even aware of the orgasm hovering over me before it comes crashing down, and I fall over her, nearly crushing her as my body shudders in hers.
Meanwhile, her pussy has been milking mine, her hand massaging her clit, and just as I’m coming in her, she tenses suddenly, spasming around me before her arousal drenches my condom.
It’s a miracle that the condom has actually contained anything, because it feels like both our bodies have just exploded.
We stay like that for a long time, my arms wrapped around her, my cock still inside her, because I can’t muster up the energy to move. And neither can she.
At last, though, I pull away, regretting the touch and the citrusy scent of her the minute I do. I take off the condom and throw it in the trashcan, which shedoeshave under her desk, though she doesn’t seem to make much use of it, judging by the state of her room.
I find it cute, though I’d never cop to it. In fact, I’m suddenlyfinding a whole lot of things cute about her, and I don’t think I’ve ever found anything cute about anyone before.
The second the condom is off, I’m back in bed with her, holding her to me hungrily.
“Piper?” comes a sleepy voice from the hallway. “Piper? Is that you? Everything okay?”
She emits the tiniest squeak and hides under the comforter, which is definitely not logical, since I’m the one who’s not supposed to be here. I pinch her ass hard, a sadistic impulse in me to make the red splotches on her face deepen, as her dad’s steps grow louder on the other side of the door.
She squeaks again as the handle moves, then pops back out and pushes me down instead, covering me hurriedly with her blanket. I find myself between her legs, and I breathe in the musky scent from her pussy. It makes my head dizzy, especially since I can guess at the wetness still clinging to her skin, a mix of her arousal and mine.
It makes my mouth water, and I press my face to her folds just as I hear the creaking sound of a door opening, the darkness under the cover growing just a bit lighter.
“Everything okay, pumpkin?”
Pumpkin. I nearly snort out loud at the nickname, and muffle my reaction by finding her clit and sucking it in.
“Oh!”
She can’t seem to help the yelp of surprise that spills out of her mouth at the unexpected contact. She wriggles to try to get away from my mouth, but I wrap my arms around her legs, keeping my mouth firmly latched to her. Then I begin to suck at her lower lips in earnest, hungrily tasting her wetness, then exploring her inner walls with my tongue.
“What’s wrong, pumpkin?”
She’s wriggling even harder than before, trying to push me away, but I merely pin her legs down and continue my attack,grinning against her pussy as I imagine the splotches of color on her face that must be glowing bright red by now.
“Everything’s fine, Dad!”
“Why are you moving like that?”
I’m shaking with silent laughter as I continue to lick and suck her, fucking her mercilessly with my tongue, changing it up to keep her on her toes. I can just imagine her squirming furiously in front of her confused father, her face a delicious shade of tomato red.
“I’m fine!” she yelps out. “I just…”
“Are you sick?”
“Yes! That’s it! A stomachache!”
