Page 24 of Papa's Desires
“Papa! I—” Whatever she’d been about to say was swallowed by her gasping cries as she undulated against his mouth, her release washing over her. She dug her fingers into his scalp and a jerking shudder ran through her limbs. At last, she grew still and gave a softsigh.
“Just like your bottom belongs to Papa, so does your tight little quim, Cynny. All of you belongs to Papa.” He shifted on the bed, coming atop her and lifting her high enough to pull the nightgown over her head. He tossed the garment aside and quickly removed his dressinggown.
She opened her eyes and stared at him, her mouth parting in slight shock as she took in his nakedness. She then glanced down at herself and flushed, covering her bosom. He swatted her hands away and gave her a sternlook.
“No hiding from me, little girl. I want to look upon you. My sweet bride.” He leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste her lingering arousal on his lips, as he nudged her legs further apart and situated his cock at her entrance. She moaned into his mouth and writhed against him, as if her excitement was returning all overagain.
“Papa, I never knew…” her voice trailed off for a few seconds and she fought to catch her breath. As she panted, with her golden hair spread out on the pillows in disarray, her bosom heaved up and down, drawing his attention to the stiff rosy peaks. He captured one nipple in his mouth, laving it with his tongue and then biting it, but only hard enough to make hergasp.
She squirmed and pressed her center against his hardened cock, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. If he didn’t thrust inside her cunny now, he would surely go mad with the want of her. Rearing back, he grasped her hips and waited until she met his eyes. Then he surged forward, hard and fast, filling her tightness in one rapiddrive.
Though it pained him to remain still within her, he hovered above her, unmoving for several seconds to allow her to get used to his size. When she started gyrating her center slightly on him, he slowly withdrew from her, only to drive straight backin.
“Are you all right, littlegirl?”
Her eyes kept fluttering open and closed, and she tossed her head from side to side on the pillow, clutching the covers as she lifted her center to his, as if urging him to move faster within her. “I’m fine, Papa,” she breathed. “Never better. Please, I’m all achy again. Please help me, Papa. My clitty—oh how it throbs. And my ninnies too.” She grasped her breasts and kneaded them, and the erotic sight coupled with her pleas for him to move faster, prompted him to grip her hips and commence a thrusting motion that grew faster with each deepstroke.
As he felt his climax approaching, he reached for her clitty, rubbing his thumb over it as he pounded her faster. He’d promised to be gentle, but she’d unleashed a barbarian in him he hadn’t known existed. If she’d pleaded for him to go slower or appeared to be in any pain, he would have stopped at once, but she was moaning and urging him to take her harder, meeting his thrusts and crying out herpleasure.
Her eyes went wide and she gave a surprised groan, and her quim tightened around his plunging cock as she writhed through yet another release. The feel of her insides clamping around his length pushed him over the edge, and he tightened his hold on her as the waves of ecstasy hit him. A tingle raced up his inner thighs, his balls heated and drew up tight, and he erupted into her womanly depths, filling her with every last spurt of hisseed.
They collapsed together on the bed and he gradually withdrew from her center. Gathering her to his chest, he stroked her hair and her back, whispering words of praise and love into herear.
“Papa’s so proud of you for being so brave. I know you didn’t understand exactly what was to happen between us, but you were brave nonetheless. My sweet Cynny.” He was quiet for a moment, examining the tenderness for her that was spreading through his heart, and he decided there was no point in denying the truth, however improbable it may seem to fall in love with a young lady so soon after making her acquaintance. But he’d promised her honesty, and he would be damned to hell before he broke a promise to his little bride. She was his treasure. His heart. His perfect, enchanting angel. He cleared his throat. “I hope you don’t think I’ve lost my mind when I tell you this, but…I love you, Hyacinth. With all my heart. Now we are husband and wife, and papa and littlegirl.”
Tears filled her eyes and she sniffled. She peered at him as a joyful expression spread over her features. She smiled bright in the midst of the tears that were now streaming down herface.
“Oh, Papa. I love you, too. This day has been most wondrous and magical. I feel as if I’m floating in the clouds, I am so veryhappy.”
He wiped away her tears with his thumbs and kissed her forehead, and the floral scent of her shampoo tickled his nose. Lord Caldwell was wrong, he realized. Even if love was a disease, it certainly wasn’t loathsome. It was just as Cynny said. It was wondrous andmagical.
He kissed heragain.
