She whimpered, rolling her beautiful body into mine, wanting my dick inside her.
I gripped her jaw, planting kisses on her mouth. “I’m gonna fuck your daddy’s little girl,” I taunted, trying to work myself up.
“Yeah,” she panted.
“You want me?” I asked, lifting her up and spreading her legs for me. “Because I want to fuck you, little sweet.”
She tried to ride me a little, rubbing herself on me.
“So pretty,” I taunted. “Daddy’s Little Girl, right?”
She nodded, tipping her head back for me.
“Good girl.” I dipped down, sucking on a breast. “Doing what good girls are supposed to do for men. He’s gonna have a fuckin’ fit when he sees what I did to you. What I did to his little baby.”
She threaded her hands into my hair, but I nudged her off. “Take your hands off me,” I gritted out, diving deep into my head where it was just action and no fucking thoughts. “If I want to be touched, I’ll tell you where. Understand?”
She opened her eyes, looking a little confused, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t in love with her. This wasn’t love.
“Daddy’s Little Girl,” I said again, an ache wracking through my chest. “Daddy’s little slut that fucks guys she doesn’t even know when her parents are in bed, huh?”
Pain crossed her face and she stilled, her body going rigid.
“You wanna fuck?” I nipped at her breast, sucking it hard and trying not to feel the nausea roll through me. “Spread your legs and give me a piece of that cunt.”
She sucked in a breath, fighting a sudden sob as her eyes welled with tears. “Pl—please,” she stuttered, upset. “Please don’t talk like that anymore.”
And I stopped, my forehead in her chest, the sound of her hurt voice making the bile swell in my throat.
I couldn’t do this.
She deserved better.
Even if it was just this one time, I could do it right.
It could mean more. Just with her.
“Can you be gentle?” she asked, tears in her throat.
I shook my head, still not looking at her. “I don’t do gentle,” I said. “But God, baby, you are tearing me apart right now.”
She threaded her fingers through my hair.
“The less special I make this, the less you’ll be hurt,” I offered.
I knew she didn’t know what I was talking about. But the only thing she said was, “You promised to hurt me. Don’t stop now.”
“I’m afraid to…” I couldn’t catch my breath all of a sudden. “I’m afraid I’ll make you—”
“I’m not dirty,” she rushed, remembering what I said earlier in the car and knowing what I was trying to say. “You’re not making me dirty. There is no you. There’s no me. This is us. Just us.”
And that was all I needed to hear to carry her over to the marble bench and lay her down. Coming down on top her, I kissed her hard, and she parted her legs, bending her knees up and out, letting me settle in.
I groaned, the warmth of her seeping into my groin as I pulsed and ached with need to be inside of her tight body.
I hovered over her, staring down at her face and running my hand over her body. Her slender neck and smooth chest. Her round, pointed breasts and taut stomach. Her thighs and around to her ass.
I positioned myself, seeing her body pump with heavy breaths, and I pushed inside her, every muscle in her body going still as she cried out.
I came down, putting my hand over her mouth as I sank the rest of the way inside her, burying myself deep.
Her whimpers vibrated against my hand as she panted, and I didn’t move, waiting for the pain to subside.
A mixture of pleasure and anger coursed through, knowing it was done, and I’d ruined her now, but everything feeling so goddamn good that I knew I’d do this all over again if I had a chance to go back.
Her body squeezed me tightly in heat, and my cock throbbed with the need to start pumping.
I removed my hand. “Does it still hurt?”
She paused but then started to relax, her thighs falling wide again and her nails retracting from my shoulders. “No.” She swallowed. “Not really anymore.”
I slid my hand under her ass, grabbing hold, and with my gaze on her face, I pulled out of her and thrust right back in.
She made the sweetest little sound, her face twisted up in pain and pleasure as she adjusted to me, and when she started to arch her back and roll her hips to meet me, I knew I didn’t have to hold back anymore.
I pumped my cock, seeing her breasts shake with the movement and her throat bare and open for my mouth as she threw her head back.
Her moans grew louder, and I put my mouth over hers, flicking her with my tongue and nibbling her lips. “Shhhh,” I teased. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”
She smiled, biting her lip. “It feels so good.”
Yeah, but this wasn’t going to last long. It was taking everything I had to hold back. My dick was charged and ready, and I wanted to go harder.
“Touch yourself,” I told her.
I needed her to help me get her off before I came.
She did what she was told and reached down, rubbing herself as I thrust inside her faster and deeper.
She arched up and kissed me, raising her knees higher, knowing what I needed to sink farther into her. She was so wet, and I sucked the water off her breasts, neck, and jaw as her hand worked herself between us.
She got faster and faster, started moaning, and then sank her claws into my shoulder again as she stopped touching herself and let me ride her to orgasm.
I put my hand over her mouth as she came, her muscles contracting around my cock, squeezing me like a vise grip, and the sweetest little whimpers coming out of her mouth.
“Did you like that?” I asked, leaving kisses on her lips.
She nodded, and I pumped harder, going at her with free rein now and not holding back.
My dick swelled, and my insides drove with a need so fucking good, and I couldn’t hold it anymore.
“I’m going to pull out, okay?” I told her.
She was quiet for a second. “Like on me?”
“Yeah, baby.”
It probably took her a minute to figure out what I meant, but then she nodded. We weren’t using any protection, after all. I doubted she was on the pill.
I thrust a few more times, unable to hold it anymore, and pulled out, stroking myself until I came and spilled onto her stomach. The orgasm wracked through me, and my head floated away from me as I closed my eyes and savored the feel of her and what she did to me.
The wave spread through my entire body, and I stayed there, pretty fucking sure nothing compared to her.
She was incredible.
Why did that feel so different?
I opened my eyes, seeing a little smile pull at her mouth as she reached out a finger, trying to feel what I left on her stomach.
But I stopped her, pulling her hand away. “No, don’t touch it,” I said. “I’ll… Just wait.” I climbed off her. “Don’t move.”
I left the shower, finding a washcloth and came back in, wetting it under the spray. Ringing out the water, I cleaned up the mess on her stomach, shaking my head at myself.
What the fuck? I came on her?
Jesus.
Once she was clean again, I rinsed the cloth, soaking it with warm water, and then folded it before laying it down against her skin between her legs.
I had no clue how she felt, but I’d gone at her pretty hard, and it was her first time.
“That feels good,” she said.
“Just hold it there.”
She laid there, doing as I said, and I stood under the spray rinsing myself off and wetting my hair.
I tried not to look at her, but I couldn’t stop myself. She was wet and naked and beautiful, and the only pure thing I’d ever had.
And, of course, I messed her all up.
“Why are you smiling?” I asked, noticing the curl to her lips.
“Shouldn’t I be smiling?”
Yeah, okay.
“This feels like the time I sat in a fountain once,” she told me. “The water spilled around us, shielding us. Hiding us. It was like a world within a world. One of my worst memories but also one of my best.”
I smoothed my wet hair over my head over and over again, that day like yesterday in my memory. If only she knew the boy she was with in the fountain was the boy who just fucked her.
Did she still hate him?