Big Daddy Wants Me

5: Dolores.

I can only imagine the terrible things Fred has done, but right now, I don’t want to.

Right now the only thing I can focus on is his tongue sliding into my mouth and his strong hands exploring every inch of my naked body.

A man’s touch…

I’ve never felt it before. Never kissed a man. I haven’t even been alone in a room with a man, thanks to my father ruling over my family like King Longshanks from Braveheart.

And now, as Fred introduces me to a whole new world of sensation, I am actually glad for what my father did.

Because he kept me untouched for this man.

There’s something so sexy…so sensual about being exposed before him while he stands in front of me fully clothed. I’m like his little doll on full display.

I’m tiny compared to him. I’m not tall anyway, but Fred is well over six feet with shoulders like a linebacker. It’s like he was born to intimidate me, dominate me, take me and make me his.

His strong fingertips rake up the sides of my thighs until he finds my butt and squeezes hard enough to draw a pained mew from my lips.

“Fred…”

“What a f*****g ass you have on you,” he growls in reply. I open my eyes and find his looking back at me – no longer stony, but fierce and blazing with intent. “I bet you have the sweetest little holes, don’t you?”

“I—”

“Feel this, you little bitch.” His voice low, he takes my right hand and places it between his legs. I feel the bulge there, pulsing with his heartbeat, growing with every second.

And I swell with pride.

“That’s the biggest c**k you’ve ever seen,” he tells me, his chest rumbling as he speaks. “I guarantee.”

“I-I’ve never seen…one…” My admission pains me, and I expect him to take a step back and glare at me.

A virgin? What would a man of his age and experience want with a virgin? But to my surprise, Fred narrows his eyes on me with an even greater interest, as though I just shared a wonderful secret with him.

“It can’t be,” he muses, almost to himself. “Your daddy is that strict?”

I nod, averting my eyes in shame. “I…don’t know how to please you, Fred. I’m sorry.”

“f**k, you girls are stupid,” Fred chuckles. I glare up at him, and shockingly, find him grinning down at me. “You think I want some used-up slut, Dolores?”

“Fred, I—”

My voice is severed from my lips as he slides two fingers between my legs and applies pressure. My eyelids flutter, and my jaw drops. My legs practically give out from under me as the pleasure rises and I am made acutely aware of just how aroused I am.

“You’re telling me this is a virgin p***y?”

More pressure. Circular motions on just the right spot.

A moan purrs from my throat, and I lean my head against his chest, strong like an ancient oak tree. “Yes…”

“f*****g perfect,” he whispers into my ear, cradling my head in his other hand. “I’m going to stretch that little virgin cunt around my thick c**k, and you’re going to love every second of it.”

I want to reply, but the movements he’s making with his fingers make it impossible.

He’s circling my c**t, each pass causing my body to pulse like a light being turned off and on. My s*x is dripping now, coating his hand and slipping down my inner thighs. I’m embarrassed, but also beyond the point of being able to control myself.

Well beyond…

What is wrong with me? I must be crazy, falling this hard for a man who less than 24-hours ago told me he had been sent to kill me. But he didn’t kill me. In fact, if what he says is true, he’s saving my life.

I almost scream when he slides a single finger inside me. I’m sure my insides are glowing as he begins to use his touch on me, finding a spot inside me that I’d always heard about but never been able to find on my own.

The G-spot…?

Fred applies more pressure, and my legs began to shake. This time, I start to fall, but he catches me and slips an arm under the small of my back. Twitching uncontrollably, I’m partially aware of Fred carrying me over to the couch and laying me down beneath him, but before I can gain control of my senses, his touch sends me over the edge.

Like a thousand tiny golden fireworks exploding inside me, I climax, jaw dropped and eyes open, my breath stuck in my chest as I stare at his eyes, locked on me with frightening intensity.

“I’m-c-c-c-c-“

“You’re coming, baby,” he replies, barely curling his lips. “I know. Come for me.”

I do. Oh, boy I do.