“Daddy will get you all washed up then.” He moves his rough, lathered hands down from my head, over my neck, onto my shoulders, and slips them onto my hips before scrubbing my stomach and working his way back up toward my tits.
His cock is hard and pressed against my belly as steam fills the room, creating foggy clouds around us as the woodsy scent from his soap envelopes the space.
“Spread those thighs for Daddy, baby. I need to get between your legs.”
Oh God.
Staring up at him, I spread my legs and let him work his massive hand between my thighs, over the top of my pussy, and back again and again with more pressure each time.
It feels good. So, so, so good! It’s almost better than the direct pressure he had on my clit yesterday. This is indirect, like a gentle massage to an area that has a million little nerve endings.
I release a gentle moan without thought, and he responds with a heavier touch.
“I didn’t like how you turned on me today, baby girl. You owe Daddy an apology.” He continues to massage my pussy as he backs me up against the shower wall.
“I’m not going to apologize,” I say, shrugging. “I still don’t know if you took the ring.”
“If you really thought I took that ring, you wouldn’t be buck naked in my shower right now, moaning while I touch your little pussy, would you?”
He presses the firm side of his palm against my clit as he continues to rock pressure back and forth.
“I don’t know what I’d do anymore,” I moan, my clit pulsing eagerly. “I’m not thinking straight lately.”
“Or you’re thinking straighter than you’ve ever thought,” he groans, water washing away the soapy suds on my chest as my nipples poke against him. “Now apologize to Daddy or he’ll have to punish you.”
“Punish me?” I moan as his finger slips inside the lips of my pussy and against my swollen clit for a brief second.
Oh God!
What the hell?
The simple pleasure turns into an uncontrollable sense of urgency in a matter of seconds.
I need his cock!
I need him to fill me up!
I need to come!
“Punish you,” he growls low against the lobe of my ear, “unless you apologize to Daddy. You have to know I would never do anything to hurt you, and you have to promise you’ll never try to leave again. You belong tome, baby girl. Only me.”
With every possessive word he speaks, my clit swells further, and this itch I need to scratch becomes stronger and stronger. What the hell is wrong with me? It’s like my brain is amplifying the signal, like I have no physical control over the outcome. Something inside of me has decided I need him, and nothing is going to stop that now.
“Maybe if Daddy filled me up, he’d know how sorry I am.” I blink slowly as I stare up at him, water pounding against hiswide back. “Maybe if he was the first to take my little pussy he’d know I belonged to him.”
“Don’t toy with me, baby girl. If you tell Daddy to take you, he’s going to take you hard.” His tone is deep and rough as he stares at me, wildness in his eyes.
“I want you,” I say again, bending onto the wooden bench in the back corner of the shower.
He growls low and positions himself behind me, the tip of his thick cock sliding against my soaking hole. “It’s going to hurt, baby. I felt how tight you were yesterday. Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yes!” I wiggle my ass backward against his dick, hungry and desperate for every inch of his hard, throbbing pole. “Fuck me!”
“Fuck,” he growls low, thrusting into me with pressure as he draws in a sharp breath. “Spread your legs a little further. You’re so tight.”
I only have so much room on this little bench, but I draw my legs apart a bit further, bending forward as far as I can.
I’m sure there’s a more romantic way to lose your virginity. Maybe candles and some eye contact, or rose petals and some extra-long foreplay, I don’t know and I don’t care, because right now I need this man to drain his balls inside of me or I’m going to lose it.
