about
how great daddy is to the people, how wonderful daddy is. I just want to fuck
you. Period.
End of fucking story.
I watch the way her lips move, the way her hands are all
gestures and her body all nerves. She pushes her silky golden locks
behind her ear, looks at me and then looks down. Embarrassed,
that’s what she is. Too damn ashamed to look her vice in the eyes.
Moving closer to her, I catch her chin with my finger, tilt her
head up and deepen our connection. She’s blushing. Her fucking
cheeks went from carnation pink to crimson red.
“ You’re so beautiful,” I tell her. “God’s gift to
man.”
She takes it solely as a complement. Doesn’t dare to see
herself as one of the promiscuous whores the bible tells us to
resist, refuse and rebuke. Her lips part in an attempt to speak but
her voice catches in her throat and her lips move with more
hesitation.
“ How about we forget the wine, sweetheart,” I whisper, weaving
my fingers through her long blonde hair.
She tilts her head back and her eyes fall closed. I’ve got
her right where I want her. All that talk about taking it slow,
about just going back to her apartment for drinks, it’s through the
fucking window.
I start with my tongue on her neck, licking my way up and
feeling the bob in her throat as she tries to swallow the tension
that’s building up in her.
“ I’m not usually like this,” she assures me.
“ But you’ll make an exception for me.” I tell her.
Taking it as a question, she answers, “mmhmm. Just for you.”
“You want me to please you, don’t you?” I grunt, hoisting
her skirt over her hips.
She gasps, her eyes flickering open for a short moment before
being whisked closed by the weight of the pleasure my fingers
bring.
Pushing my body closer into her, I press my erection
against her stomach. I’m hard as fuck. This one will stick a couple
notches in my quota, not that I’ve got any problems filling it but
hey, the more the fucking merrier.
Easing my jeans and boxers from my waist, I let her know that
I’m ready to take her. But that’s not fucking all and I’m reminded
of how much more this is supposed to be than just pleasure when my
eyes wander up and I catch a glimpse of the Holy Father glaring at
the both of us.
She’s wrong for taking me here. So fucking wrong allowing
me to bang her beneath a picture of her lord and saviour. I keep my
eyes focused on him, cram my cock seven inches deep, ramming her
back against the wall.
She’s all breathy nonsense, gasping and moaning and crying
out for more. And I give it to her. Oh, how I give it to her. My
cock freakin’ pulsing and paining with ecstasy as her tight virgin
pussy tightens around it.
“ Oh God,” she screams, her fingers digging into the skin on my
back. “You’re so… Oh Hawke…”
I take my time, ensuring to pay enough attention to her
clit. Untainted pussy isn’t meant to be torn through. It’s more
sensitive, needs more arousing to get past the pain and if I didn’t
know better, I’d say this little bitch hadn’t been good at keeping
her legs shut. She takes each thrust like a champ, feels the
pleasure and discards the pain.
I’ve had my fair share of virgins and usually… usually it
takes a couple strokes to get them in the groove. Juliette. Oh,
little Miss Juliette took it with gusto from the start.
“ That feel good, baby?”
“ Oh yeah,” she moans, her body bouncing up and down on my
cock.
“ Something that feels so good, can’t possibly be bad for you,”
I whisper and she nods in agreement. Good girl.
Picking up my pace, I get her past the point of control. Her
body’s twitching and riding out of rhythm, determined to sap up
every last bit of pleasure. “I want all of you. Will you give me
all of you, Juliette?”
“ Mmmhmm… Yeah… Yeah,” she moans.
I slide out and then in, packing every ounce of power into my
stroke. “I want your heart.” She nods. “I want your
body.”
“Take it,” she
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