Big Daddy Wants Me

7: Fred.

The slick wetness of Dolores’s virgin p***y has my c**k impossibly hard and ready to explode already.

This is a massive failure on my part – in every way imaginable.

I failed my employer. I botched the job and took a risk unlike any I’ve ever taken. A risk that has changed the course of my life forever.

I failed at keeping my hands off her like I swore I would. She and I can’t possibly work. I’m a jaded, scarred-up old man who has seen the worst life has to offer, and she’s a young, innocent virgin with her whole life ahead of her.

I know it’s wrong.

I know it will never work out – that no matter what she thinks about me now, she’ll never want to stay with me.

But here I am, balls deep in her dripping cunt that smells like absolute f*****g heaven.

“Oh, Daddy…” Her moan sends a shock of excitement through my c**k, and I almost burst. No girl has ever called me Daddy before. I wasn’t expecting it either.

But I like it. A lot.

“Yes, little girl,” I purr back as I change my thrusts, f*****g her sensually, exploring her inner walls and giving myself a chance to calm down and not blow my load too soon. “You have no idea how good your p***y is, angel. And it’s mine now, do you understand?”

Even as I say the words, I know they are wrong.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“No one else gets to have it,” I command, pressing the tip of my c**k against her cervix. She shudders and tenses up. “No one.”

“Yes, Daddy!”

My c**k is so hard it could shatter a diamond. I almost come as her face twists in ecstasy and her p***y clenches down. I run my hands across her smooth flesh and inhale her scent as I cup her breast with one hand and palm her ass with the other.

I just cannot get enough of her.

My hands tighten down hard. Probably too hard, causing Dolores to yelp.

“I’m sorry, angel. I just can’t stop myself. You bring the animal out in me.”

“It-it’s okay, daddy,” she whimpers, caressing my neck with her small hands. “I like it.”

Paradise. Her untouched p***y is mine now, and I’m practically dizzy, intoxicated by her femininity and purity. She grinds back against me, and my c**k twitches, ready to explode.

I manage to pull out in time and avert disaster by slapping my swollen tip with my rough palm and beating my climax back into submission.

“f**k, angel,” I groan as I seize her by the waist. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

She weighs nothing, so it takes me nothing to flip her over onto her stomach.

What an ass.

Without hesitation, with the hunger of a starving animal, I spread her cheeks and expose both of her little pink holes. Knowing no other man has been where I am now inflames me more. I run my thumb up her slit, wetting it with her heavy arousal. Then I press it gently against her asshole.

“Daddy…”

She doesn’t back away. In fact, she pushes back against me, and I mount her, my knees on either side of her baby-making hips. My desire to breed her threatens to overwhelm me as I slide back into her heavenly hole.

“f**k!” she gasps.

“I know it hurts, angel,” I whisper as I f**k her. “But you love it, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You love me stretching out that virgin hole, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir!” Her breath comes in short gasps now as I f**k her, and I feel her getting tighter and tighter as another orgasm approaches.

I want to f**k her all night. All day. All week. I want to make her come more times than either of us can count, and I want to fall asleep with her sweaty and messy in my arms, both of us drained and completely smitten by each other.

But for now, the best I can do is make sure we come together.

I don’t even have to focus to coax my own climax to the surface. The sound of her moans just affirm what I already know; she’s ready to explode.

Teasing her asshole with my thumb, I snatch a fistful of her hair and pull, forcing her back to arch and putting her glorious body on display.

Her perfect teenage breasts sway back and forth with every thrust. How can a body be so perfect? Michelangelo couldn’t sculpt a more perfect woman if he spent his entire life trying.

Licking my lips, I watch her t**s sway and listen to her moans and feel her p***y clench down on my thick shaft. I want to bury my tongue in her holes and taste her, smell her, experience every inch of her s*x. There’s so much I want to do with her, but my balls are taut, and I can’t hold out any longer. And when she cries out and clenches down on me, I go over the edge too.

“I’m coming, Daddy!”

“So am I, angel.” I grunt and slam down on top of her with all my weight as my balls explode and I pump a heavy load inside her, breeding her innocence right out of her and making her mine.

Deep, deep inside her, spraying my hot load against her cervix, doing what nature intended our bodies to do. And she takes it like a good girl and makes me proud.

“That’s it. Good girl…good girl. Take my cum.”

“I feel it, Daddy!” she whimpers. “It’s so…hot!”

I wrap an arm around her neck and force her lips to mine, binding us in a lover’s embrace as we share a mutual orgasm. It’s like our bodies vibrate at the same frequency, and my heart beats with a passion I have never felt before.

I’ve been alone for so long – my entire life—but in this one magical, intense moment, I feel as though I’ve found someone. When she kisses me back, I feel connected, and when she drags a hand up my bicep, traces the lines of my shoulder and gently caresses my neck, I never want her to leave.

And that scares me.

“Am I your little girl, Daddy?” she asks me, her voice soft – barely a breath.

What have I done?

Guilt crushes down on me like a meteor crashing down from space. With a lump in my chest, I slide out of Dolores and stand. Like a tear, a drop of c*m spills from my c**k and lands on the floor as she rolls over and brushes her hair from her face.

The face of an angel and the body of a goddess.

“Fred?” she asks with concern. “What is it?”

Shit. I must be wearing my heart on my sleeve. Normally, no one can ever tell what I’m thinking – can never read me. But Dolores has broken through my defenses with ease and can see that something is wrong.

“I-we shouldn’t have done that,” I reply slowly.

Dolores’s eyes widen with surprise, and she quickly snatches a couch cushion and covers herself with it. “What do you mean?”

I shake my head as though somehow I might be able to shake off what just happened. But no, I f****d up. I just did something terrible. I let my instincts and desires overwhelm me and stole an important moment from the life of a girl I can never have.

“This…this can’t work, Dolores,” I reply softly. “Life isn’t a fairy tale like one of your books. And I’m no prince.”

I can’t take it anymore. Before she has a chance to reply, I go to my room and shut the door behind me. Just to make sure, I lock it.

My c**k is still hard, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t shake the desire I still feel for her that’s burning in my chest like lava churning in the center of the Earth. After a moment, I hear movement, followed by the sound of her door closing. And that’s when the real battle begins.

Only a thin wall separates us. She’s a few feet away from me, and I feel myself drawn to her like two celestial objects ready to collide in space.

But I can’t go to her.

I can’t.

She must be hurting. I just did the most f****d-up thing a guy could do to a girl like her.

Is she crying?

God, I hope not.

But all this does is confirm what I already know to be the truth: I’m a terrible man, and I can never be with her.

I have to find a way out of this. I will do whatever I have to do to make sure she’s safe and can survive on her own, and then I’ll get myself away from her – far, far away from her, and I’ll never see her again.

It’s the only way.