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Her glazed eyes find mine and she flexes her tiny muscles around me. “I need your monster, like you said.” She bites her lip. “Does it like me?”
I know she’s talking about my cock, but there is a beast inside of me that grows more and more ferocious the longer I’m inside of her. She could be talking about both. “My monster loves you,” I pant against her lips, pumping inside of her again like a dog. Can’t help it, can’t help it. “It’s not sure how it ever came without you.”
She searches my eyes innocently. “Came?”
My God, she doesn’t even know that a man ejaculates and here I am, fucking her inexcusably hard, my balls pounding off her tight ass. It’s so bad that it’s criminal, but not even God himself could stop me now. “You remember the way your pussy dripped all over my face yesterday?” She flushes, but she nods. “My dick is going to do the same thing inside of you. It’s going to fill you with sperm, so you can bear me sons.”
Jesus. The way my explanation excites her is a dream come true. I actually feel her pussy release a fresh, hot wave of wetness and I thrust into it frantically, my mouth moving over hers, kissing her sexy sweetness, desperately trying to absorb every perfect part of her.
“You can come on my cock, little girl,” I grunt in between sweeping tastes of her mouth. “Same way you came on my tongue.”
She squeaks, gasps—and then she’s coming.
Having a wet, shaking orgasm.
“Fuck!” I roar, overwhelmed by Blessing. Everything about her. From her innocence to her innate sexuality. She’s everything a man could dream of. “What made you come like that?”
“I…I don’t know—”
“Yes, you do.” I grab her by the throat, squeeze her just enough to revere her, not scare her. “You tell Daddy right now.”
Another orgasm plows into her and she screams this time, her thighs flailing, back arching up off the bed. “Oh! It feels so good!” Her fingers delve into my hair and she twists the strands around her fingers. “It feels best when you call me th-that. Call yourself…the other thing. And I don’t know why.”
Ah, I see now. Her hunger mirrors mine. Blessing is my perfect match.
Heaven sent.
I’ll cherish her every moment of every day.
And at night in bed, I’ll fuck her like she’s forbidden fruit.
I’m an animal now, ripping the wedding dress from her body, sending it in shreds to the floor. She’s limp from pleasure, her rosy body a naked temptation. I should wait until she recovers from her back-to-back climaxes, but I can’t. The need inside of me is too urgent and must be slaked immediately.
Blood pounds in my temples, the need to conquer and dominate turning my muscles, my cock to steel. I flip her face down like a predator and tug her ass high into the air, slapping it roughly. Six times. Hard paddles of her pretty tush. Not only because she told me she envisioned being spanked, but because I sense she has needed a male hand to discipline her for a very long time. I’m that man now. I’ll always be that man.
When I can’t take the clawing lust any longer, I guide my dripping shaft between her thighs, tuck the head inside and lean down to speak at the nape of her neck. “You’re not an orphan anymore, angel. Daddy’s home.”
My first thrust from the back—and my words, no doubt—spurs her into a ruthless, twisting third orgasm that has her screaming and struggling through the pleasure beneath me. She bucks so wildly that I have to hold her down to fuck her, my balls releasing their pressure after five violent pounds of her pussy.
I bellow at the ceiling, the intensity of my peak obliterating the past, the future, blurring everything into the now, the rhythmic squeezes she grants me, the sheen of her smooth skin, the rapacious beating of my heart.
“I’m in love with you,” I say, my seed still shooting into her, my hips grinding, my lap slapping wetly off her buttocks. “I’m fucking burning alive for you. Mine. Mine! I love you, I love you, I love you…”
I collapse on top of her giving body, my breath in short supply but my heart overflowing. Out of necessity, I gather her roughly against me and breathe in the wildflower scent of her skin, memorizing the beats of her heart. She comes to me willingly, holding me tight like she’ll never let go. But she doesn’t return my vow of love.
It’s then that I realize her body and presence and hand in marriage won’t be enough.
Yes, I already told her I’m not a man people can easily love, but now…I think I might die if she doesn’t love me back. I require her love.
