Page 145 of Bucked Hard

She doesn’t question—it’s instinct now, how she arches into my palms cupping her hips. My cock grazes her entrance and she whimpers, “Please—”

“Wider, baby. You’re a tiny thing. You gotta give me a shot here,” I rasp. Her cheeks flush pink as I murmur, “Look at you—so ready to make Papa happy. Mine, baby. All fucking mine.”

“It’s too big,” she moans, though not a syllable of it sounds like a complaint or a refusal. More like awe.

“Damn right,” I tell her. “But it’s going in anyway. I’ve seen horses mount mares who whinnied and cantered and tried to bite, and I can’t blame them. But in the end she always relents, and so will you. So bite me if you need to. Try to shake me off. But unless you tell me no, you’re taking this cock, baby. Now spread your legs and let Papa in.”

She hesitates, but it’s her teasing nature coming through. With a grin, she opens her thighs and I take aim. I know this is going to hurt. She probably suspects. But I’ll never harm her, never let her come to any real danger. She’s mine now, and I want what’s best.

And right now, what’s best is to break her in.

With a thrust, I part her lips and she whimpers. I’m barely at her barrier and her body is already pulsing, trying to milk me for Christ’s sake. I draw back and thrust forward for real, enjoying the way her tits wobble as her body tries to resist. She moans as I thrust again, and again.

Grunt, grunt, Jesus, that cherry’s fighting back.

“Relax angel. Give me a fighting chance here.”

She takes a long breath, her lower lip quivering and I stuff more of my thickness in just a little further, pumping, pumping feeling my blood pressure skyrocket as I grip her hips to hold her steady.

She cries out, but doesn’t protest, and to her credit she doesn’t try to bite either. “Good girl,” I whisper as I move through her wounded opening. “Just a little further.”

Callie nods, whimpering as I move back, and with one final push I split her open, driving myself home.

She wraps legs around my waist, urging me deeper still. I can finally move inside her. My rhythm starts measured—thrusting gently to savor her walls clamping down—but her hips meet me with reckless hunger.

“Harder,” she begs, and I start to pound her, sweat slicking our skin. Every collision echoesmineagainst the room. I push forward, watching her face as I claim her. The way her eyes widen. The way her mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure. “Just take it. Get it all over with. I want to know what’s it like to belong to you.”

When I'm fully seated, I pause, letting her adjust and taking my own shaky breaths. I’m inside the girl of my dreams. Like she’s the vessel for my very soul.

"Mine now," I growl against her ear, rolling my hips in a slow, deep thrust. "Say it."

"Yours," she gasps, nails scoring my chest. "Always have been."

I start to move then, unable to hold back any longer. Each thrust harder than the last, building a rhythm that has her crying out beneath me.

"That's my good girl," I praise, hooking one of her legs over my arm, opening her wider. "Taking your daddy so well."

The position lets me go deeper, and her eyes roll back, pleasure overwhelming her. I can feel her tightening around me, getting close again.

"You want to come?" I ask, voice rough with exertion. "Beg Papa for what you want. Prove you’ve earned it."

"Please,Papa," she whimpers, hips rising to meet each thrust. "Make it feel good. Make it feel like only you can. You said you would ruin me. I want to be ruined."

"You're already ruined," I tell her, snapping my hips harder. “Perfectly, beautifully, ruined.”

I reach between us, press my thumb against her clit, circling hard and fast. "Come for me, Callie. Let me feel it."

She shatters around me, walls clamping down so tight I nearly follow her over the edge. But I'm not done with her yet. Not by a long shot.

Her nails dig red crescents into my shoulders as she peaks, riding my cock in spasms. I spill deep, hips jerking erratically until I collapse, breathless. I grip my softening length and slide my hand upward, pushing the last of my release from the stem into her fertile, young body. “Stay there. I want all that sticky Papa sap to stay put,” I rasp.

She moans, limbs still tangled with mine, but she does as she’s told.

"That's it," I praise, fighting for control as her tight heat grips me like a vice. "Hold Papa’s present inside. Let it do its job.”

I’ve never had this urge to breed before, but with her it’s not a desire it’s a fucking need. I need to keep my cum inside her. I need to make her round with me.

"Mine now," I growl against her ear, rolling my hips in a slow, deep thrust. "Say it."

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