Big Daddy Wants Me

6: Dolores.

The waves roll through me, filling me simultaneously with pleasure and pride.

I did this– made this man want me and lose control and take me. And he brought me to a place I’ve never been and is doing things no man has ever done to me.

All thought leaves my mind as he curls his finger inside me and holds it where it needs to be. My core quakes. I shudder, twitch violently, then slump back against the couch cushions, panting for breath, my heartbeat pounding through my c**t and in my ears.

“f**k…” I manage to mutter, wiping a thin film of sweat from my forehead. “You’re amazing.”

“That was nothing,” Fred replies. I look up in time to see him slip out of his shirt.

Muscles. That’s all I can think as my eyes scour his body. A bulging chest, broad, chiseled shoulders, and abs for days. Just the right amount of chest hair, but then—

Then I see them.

The scars. Some of them small – others large. Decorating his body like the work of a sick artist. I feel awful as a flood of moisture graces my thighs. His painful past should not turn me on, but I can’t help myself. This man is a beast who could devour me with a single snap of his jaws, but instead, he’s choosing to pleasure me…

And now he’s going to take me.

“That was nothing,” he repeats as he unzips his pants. “Wait until you feel this.”

When he pulls his c**k out, I’m absolutely positive this is some kind of prank.

“No…” I mutter. “Uh uh.”

“What?” Fred replies in a tone that tells me he knows exactly what I’m talking about.

“Fred, that’s…huge!”

And it is. His c**k has more in common with a baseball bat than with a sausage or a hotdog or any of the other cliché phallic analogies. And it stands out straight from its mount beneath his abs, strong and commanding like the prow of a ship carrying an army of men ready to conquer the world.

“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t hurt you…much.”

He spreads my legs wide like I’m doing the splits and positions himself on top of me. My anxiety starts to kick in, and my heart rate skyrockets. I’m tingling all over and am suddenly aware of what’s about to happen.

“W-wait,” I stammer as I feel the tip of his c**k press against my womanhood.

“Don’t be silly,” Fred whispers as he spreads me with his manhood and begins to slide inside. “You don’t want me to wait, little girl. You want me to f**k your brains out.”

God, I think as he wraps me in his arms. God, he’s right.

Pain flares in me like a match igniting. It hurts more than I expected, but only for a second. Then the pain is gone, replaced by the most intense pleasure I could have ever imagined. Immeasurable sensations as I feel myself stretch around his thickness as he said I would.

Compared to this, his finger was nothing.

I realize I’m still buzzing from my last orgasm, but as Fred begins to thrust in me, I feel another rapidly approaching.

“f**k, that’s a tight p***y,” he grunts. “You like Daddy pounding that little virgin hole?”

“Y-yes, Daddy!”

My reply startles me. I always knew I had “daddy issues,” but I never thought they were that bad. Sure, I was neglected, sheltered, over-disciplined and controlled, but…

Okay, wow. Yup. I guess this is a thing I have.

Fred is already showing me things I never knew about myself.

I throw my arms around his broad shoulders, feeling the hard muscles flex with every thrust and close my eyes. The stretch is real. I wonder how I’ll ever be the same after this.

“Christ, baby,” he groans, his breath hot in my ear. “So tight. So f*****g tight.”

“Y-yeah?”

God, I love hearing him talk.

“Fuuuuuck,” he whispers, picking up the pace. With each pump of his c**k, I feel his balls slapping against my ass and skyrocket into a whole new level of arousal.

I can’t stop it. It’s going to happen again.

Already…

“I-I-I’m coming!”

Fred sheathes his c**k in me, and I almost scream as he bottoms out. My orgasm hits me like a dump truck, and my back arches off the couch as an impossible climax does its best to kill me.

Each heartbeat is like a drum pounding in my ears.

Each pulse of pleasure would be enough to knock me over were I standing.

I can feel every inch of his manhood, from the swollen crown to the hilt pressed strong against me. I shudder, shake, and do my best to hold on to him until finally, as I come down, the word escapes my lips again.

“Daddy…”

“Yes, baby,” Fred replies. “I’m here.”