Page 19 of Marked By the Billionaire
I pull her from her knees and watch as the dildo stays locked inside her tight little core.
Fucking hell.
She stares up at me with wide greedy eyes, desperate for more.
“Are you ready for Daddy, baby girl? You ready to feel something even bigger?”
She moans low in her throat and sighs before turning away. “I don’t know if I can.”
My brows narrow and my chest tightens. “What?”
“I don’t know if I can, Wilder. I,” her gaze meets mine, still hungry but confused, “no one has ever stood up for me before, and I know I’m desperate, young, and impressionable. I’m sure I’m way off base because this is all just pretend, but… I… like you, for real, and I don’t want tonight to be something that I—”
I grip the back of her neck and pull her in, kissing her lips hard and fast. She stays stiff at first, then softens, melting into me with a moan. Reaching down, I push the dildo in and out of her soft, soaking pussy, my lips moving from hers, over her neck, and toward the lobe of her ear. “Would you be shocked if I told you I’ve been pushing away the same thoughts?”
“Yeah,” she whines as her hips move in motion with my thrusting. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I want to protect you, little lamb. I want to hold you, I want to care for you, and I don’t want you out of my sight.” I push the dildo in harder, and she moans loud in my ear, sending a shock of impossible desperation into my cock. “I’m going to fuck your tight little virgin pussy, and I’m going to make you mine. Do you understand what that means?”
She sighs softly, the warmth of her breath against my neck.
“That means I’m your daddy, and you do as I say, starting right now.”
For a moment, she stays pressed against my chest breathing slowly, and I fear maybe I’ve pushed her too far. Maybe she’ll run. Maybe she’ll decide this entire thing was a huge mistake.
“You can be my daddy,” she whispers lowly, defiance in her tone, “but I won’t always listen.”
I laugh lowly and tug her in tighter. “Good. That’s what spankings are for.”
A slow smile stretches onto her face, and she tips up onto her toes, leaning a soft kiss onto my lips one last time before scrubbing her fingers through my beard. “I’m ready.”
A swell of energy rushes through me, and my balls tighten as she bends forward on the bed, ass up, her eyes fixed on mine in the mirror.
I study every inch of her. The way her ass bounces, the way her breasts hang low, the way my fingertips sink into her hips as I press into her tight, soaking core.
It’s heaven. It’s perfect fucking heaven, and it’s all mine.
Gripping her tight, I press inside with a groan, sinking in further and further as she whimpers and squirms.
“Oh, Daddy, that hurts.”
There’s no doubt it hurts, even after the dildo. It’s an effort to get inside of her.
I rub her lower back and slow my movements. “You’re okay, little lamb. Daddy’s right here.”
“Don’t stop,” she sighs, pressing back with her soft warmth. “I need to stretch to fit you.”
Her words send a flood of pleasure, and an uncontrollable feral urge waves over me. I press in further, marking her from the inside, bruising every square inch of her tight little body. Gripping the back of her neck, I lean in and bite her shoulder, still thrusting as she cries a half pleasure, half pain shout. “You want Daddy to stretch you out, little girl?”
“Stretch me, Daddy,” she whimpers, tilting her chin back. Her hair falls slowly over her shoulder as I thrust in faster and harder, stabbing against her battered cervix with a groan.
Her pussy pulses around my cock, and she grips the sheets tight, screaming out as the sweet scent of salt and copper permeate in the room. “Oh God, I’m gonna come.”
“Good girl, fucking come. Cover my cock, little lamb. Come on… give it to me.” I thrust in at a steady speed, gripping herhips tight as my cock grows harder and harder, sweat sticking between us as I slap my balls against her soft little pussy.
“Oh God, fill me up,” she begs. “I need it.”
“Good fucking girl,” I growl in her ear as I stay thrusting into her.
