His climax only seems to inflame him more. He stands, grabs me by my hands, and stands me in front of him. My skin feels alive as his hands trace downward, fingers dancing outside my ready, wet lips as he dives inside, feeling the dripping arousal as he pushes into my still-sore opening.
I moan as the pain and pleasure once again explode over my body.
He flicks and swoops into me, pressing down on my open slit and sending a jolt of deep need through me as I hug his fingers inside.
Delirious with my lust, I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling his face to mine. His tongue swoops quickly into my mouth as our kisses breathe fire into each other. Ecstatic moans echo around me as he plays inside my slick channel like a pianist playing a concerto.
The pain still throbs on my thighs from his hand, and the sensations fold together into a menage of passion that burns me from the inside.
“You want Daddy to fuck you, babygirl?” he growls.
“Yes…” I nod, barely able to get the word out before he jerks me up at my waist, my legs wrapping around and locking behind him.
He guides his full engorged length into me as he pulls me tightly against his body. His cock hasn’t softened. He is still granite-hard and ready for me. I feel the heat from our flesh meeting, the friction as he begins to lift and plunge me back down, every muscle in his arms straining with each motion.
My body is his property, and I don’t want it any other way.
He licks the line from my shoulder upward under my ear, sending showers of tingling wonder down my back. I lean intohim, kissing the sinuous muscle of his shoulder, tasting the light, salty flavor of his skin as his cock burns my already-ravaged sex.
The pain and pleasure wrap into one another like a woven blanket, his fingers digging into the round flesh of my ass as he owns me with each deep stroke. That deep hunger threatens to consume me entirely as I feel his hand move, one finger pushing against my dark bud as I bury my face into his neck.
I moan as he enters me from behind with one long, probing finger, while his cock strokes hard and fast. He pushes into my tight anal muscle, and a wicked pain rips through me. It tosses me over the edge into a savage climax that rocks me against him, and I sing out in exquisite moans of pleasure.
My mind reels as I shake and ride each pulse of his finger and cock. I can feel his hot breath against my neck, our bodies now slick with sweat, and I curl into him, clutching around his neck, feeling his cock as I tighten my inner muscles.
“Oh, God, yes, baby… You feel so good.”
Everything revolves around us in this moment. Nothing else exists except for my desire to bring him pleasure. My skin flares with each thrust as our bodies connect tightly. He holds me, doll-like and immobile, as his hips churn upward, taking every inch of me until I feel him banging against my cervix.
His lips fall open, and our hearts beat into one another. His broad frame locks down, and I feel the explosion of his cockas my own moisture seeps out where we are joined like a tight glove.
He jerks his hips and groans into me as ropes of his cum explode. I am at the verge of madness as the screaming, burning pain of my skin and my inner canal make my head spin. Like an electrical current that crosses over each other, the friction between our bodies shocks and jolts us as he lays his final jets of white liquid into my torn and welted body.
I milk him with the undulations of another climax that swoops up from below and wrangles me as he cements his cock far into my belly.
I have never felt so free, so unencumbered by restriction and expectations. I could have been here a year. I feel like a different person from the one who arrived.
He loves me. That is all I know and all I need as I fall asleep, wrapped in the arms of my new Daddy.
Chapter 10
Sebastian
Iwatch Larissa pick up a grape from the ice-filled bowl and press it to her lips. She opens, ever so slightly, her tongue flicking out to lick the chilled fruit skin as she smiles, her sky-blue eyes dancing over my naked body.
We’re in my cabana on the beach, and there is no line in the sand.
Somewhere back in the States, Mr. George Makefield, who once thought he could marry my precious jewel, is screaming and begging to die.
I wanted to do the honors myself, but Larissa begged me not to. I’d told her some more of what went on that brought me here in exile, and she cried, thinking if I did my worst, I would be taken from her.
When you can delegate the important stuff, and trust that others will have the same dedication to the work that you would have, it brings a kind of peace. But I did give them very specific instructions on how to carry out my orders.
We swam together, the waves crashing over us, and I kept her close, and safe, and knew that I would never let her go.
I also told her what’s going to happen next. She’s going to study art, just like she wanted, because I will always give her what she wants. I can’t promise I won’t break the legs of any male student who looks in her direction, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
The important thing is that she is happy. I will never take that away from her. Never.
