Page 9 of Surfer Girl


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“Fuck me, Daddy.”

Even as he talks about waiting, his hips rock against me. My body pulses back to life beneath him, my sensitive clit sending a bolt of pleasure down my legs with each thrust. He’s not inside me, but it feels so good, I can’t bring myself to care.

“I’m going to make you mine, Nita. Daddy’s dirty little girl.”

I shiver at his words. My pelvis tilts up toward him as if begging for more of those dirty words. He kisses me and this time there’s more of a bite to it. His mouth is more demanding, more possessive.

When he pulls back, he looks down between us. Then I feel him. His tip is at my entrance. I gasp when he thrusts forward. There’s a burning stretch, but nothing as bad as I feared it would be.

His groin presses to mine when he bottoms out and his gaze moves up over my body. When his eyes meet mine, his lids flutter and he moans. His fingers dig into my hips as he rocks back, then forward.

My body tries to catch up, to adjust, but it takes me a minute. Daddy distracts me with slow, teasing kisses. By the time he increases his rhythm, I’m fully recovered from both my orgasm and losing my virginity.

Something new starts to build inside me as more dirty words spill from him. Promises I hope he intends to keep.

“I’m going to make you scream all over again. I’m going to get you to tighten around my cock like you did around my fingers. Nothing’s ever felt as good as popping your sweet little cherry.”

Only one word falls from my lips. Over and over. “Daddy.”

That one word makes him growl, makes him hold me tighter, take me faster, fuck me harder. Then, I’m right there with him. I lift to meet each rock of his hips. I curl my toes and clench every muscle as I reach for pleasure that’s just out of my grasp.

Daddy tells me he’s close. He tells me to come on his cock. Then he reaches down and tugs at my nipple with his teeth. A sharp bolt of something just beyond pleasure lights up inside me.

My vision blurs. My back arches. My ears buzz.

“Yes,” he hisses. “Come for Daddy.”

I spasm around him as he flexes and shoots deep inside me. He’s in to the hilt but ruts into me over and over, as if trying to get further inside me. Pleasure sparks and rolls inside me. Crashing like the wave that threw us today as I cry out for him one last time.

* * *

When my mindfinally surfaces again, I’m curled against his chest. I smile as I nuzzle against him.

“Food’s probably a loss,” he says.

“Too bad. I’m really hungry now.”

He laughs. “Don’t worry. I’ll feed you.”

“Mm. That is what daddies do, after all.”

He pulls back to look me in the eye. “Is that really what you want? A sugar daddy?”

“I don’t think I need asugardaddy. Just you. Daddy. Is that what you want?”

He shakes his head. “I wasn’t even sure that was whatIwanted until you called me Daddy. Now I want you to say it over and over, especially while I’m inside you.”

“That sounds good to me.”

He groans. “We’d better go out and get some breakfast or else I’m going to fuck you all over again.”

“That sounds good to me too.”

He climbs out of the bed. “Give your pussy a little time to recover. Believe me, after the first time, you’ll probably need it. There will be plenty of opportunities for me to fuck you.”

I smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. This is what I want too, to be your daddy. I think it’s a good thing you’re still on California time.”

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