His Nasty Virgin

I drag in a shuddering breath and notch him at my entrance. I’m only a little sore from yesterday, but it doesn’t matter. I’m not interested in waiting. I hold his gaze. “I need my Daddy’s cock.”

His jaw clenches and he thrusts into me the tiniest bit. “You have a dirty mouth.” He reaches up with his free hand and traces my lower lip with his thumb. “I’m going to enjoy fucking it later.”

I lick his thumb. “Use me.”

“I plan on it.” He kisses me, rough and intense, but he doesn’t thrust into me like I expect. Shane kisses me like the head of his cock isn’t inside me already like we’re just making out for the sake of making out. It frazzles my nerves, but in a way that isn’t entirely pleasant. It feels like he’s changing the rules, and I’m not sure if I’m okay with it.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

As if he can sense my confusion, Shane rolls onto his back and takes me with him. He gives me a wicked grin and then lifts his arms to rest his head in his hands. “You want your Daddy’s cock?”

I clutch onto what’s rapidly becoming my foundation, my familiar territory, with both hands. “Yes.”

“Then take it.”

Despite being turned on already, I’m nowhere near prepared enough for his size. I have to fight my body and his to take him another inch deeper. He watches me writhe and squirm with his eyebrow cocked, seeming completely unaffected by my struggle. It’s hot. “Problem?” “No.”

“You sure?” He shifts a little but still makes no move to help me. “Because you say you want my cock, but you’re not taking it like the good girl I know you can be.”

I sob out an exhale as I sink another inch into him. Holy shit, was he this big last night? I’ve never had a problem doing the bare minimum of foreplay before sex, but I’ve also never been in an experience like this. And Shane is fucking huge. Something like humiliation heats my skin, but it gets all tangled up with need. I circle my hips, trying to force him deeper. “I’m trying.”

“Mmm.” He watches me for a few moments and then sighs in something like disappointment. “Lily…”

“I’m trying.” Against all reason, my lower lip quivers. What the hell is going on? I plant my hands on his chest and sink a little more. He’s too big, I’m too full, I don’t know if I’m enjoying this or if it just aches. “I’m trying, Daddy. I promise.”

Another of those disappointed sighs and he finally moves, his hands falling to my hips. “Stubborn to the very end.”

“What?”

“You need something from me, Lily? Fucking ask for it.” He lifts me off his cock and sets me on his hard stomach. Shane holds my gaze as he wets his thumb and then presses it to my clit. A slow circle has me fighting not to roll my hips. On the third one, I forget myself and do it. I grind down on his stomach like the horny little slut I am. Maybe I should be self-conscious but the way he looks at me burns me up just as much as his thumb’s slow circles. “That’s right, baby girl. Just like that.”

Pleasure coils tighter and tighter. “Why does everything you do to me feel so good?”

“Because I know what I’m doing.” He urges me up a little and pushes two fingers into me, spreading me more with each stroke. “Because we fit in a twisted sort of way. You want a Daddy to permit you to be bad. I want a baby girl who will give me that pussy whenever I want it, however I want it.” Something like conflict passes over his expression. “Not just any baby girl, Lily.”

What’s he saying? That I’m special? I might laugh if I could find the breath for it. If I was so special, I wouldn’t be in this position to begin with. I wouldn’t have already started to crave the depraved games we play. I sure as hell wouldn’t get off on calling him Daddy, and wouldn’t have fantasized about it while I was still with his son.

“Shane…”

But he doesn’t give me a chance to find the words to ruin this. He hefts me up to straddle his face and then his mouth is on my pussy and I’m not worried about anything but the orgasm barreling down upon me. Coward that I am, I let him distract me, let myself ride his face as he fucks me with his tongue.

“Oh shit.” I come so hard, that I have to plant my hands on the headboard to keep from collapsing. And Shane doesn’t stop. He holds me in place and keeps kissing my pussy like he has all the time in the world. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I bite down hard on my bottom lip. “I love what you do to me.”

“Don’t move.” He slides down and then he’s at my back, his hands on either side of mine on the headboard. Shane nudges my thighs wider and thrusts slowly into me. This time, my body welcomes him and he sinks to the hilt in one smooth stroke. He keeps us like that, him impossibly deep, his big body surrounding me, his rough breathing in my ear. “What’s the problem, baby girl? Are you worried you like this too much? That three days won’t be enough?”

That’s exactly what I’m worried about. No matter how much I genuinely like Shane, no matter how much I’ve enjoyed my time spent with him over the last two years, no matter how hard he makes me come, this can’t last more than the weekend. I try to thrust back onto him, but there’s nowhere to go. He has me pinned with his cock and body. Even though he’s covering me, even though I can’t see his face, I’ve never felt so exposed. “I was engaged to your son four days ago. I dated him for two years.”

“You were. You did.” He withdraws the tiniest bit and pumps into me, drawing a moan from my lips. Shane kisses my neck, and my shoulder, and then his voice is in my ear again, growling things we have no business talking about while he’s balls deep inside me. “He’s an idiot. Maybe he’ll grow out of it. Maybe he won’t. It doesn’t matter, because he’s not for you.”

“You were going to be my father-in-law!”

He nips my earlobe. “And now I’m your Daddy. I think we both prefer it this way.”