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CHAPTER FIVE
Cayla
“Oh, Jesus, Daddy!” I whisper-scream. God, there’s something so damned sexy about having to be quiet when what I want to do is scream. I mean, it just makes everything seem so damned naughty, and… what’s the word here? Forbidden? That works.
I mean, I’m eighteen years old.
I’m allowed to have sex.
The truth is, it’s kind of miraculous I don’t have dozens of sex partners in my history. Mom is sober now and it’s different but when a girl essentially has no rules and no parental oversight, spreading her legs at a moment’s notice and treating her body like a revolving door for boys is pretty much the norm, isn’t it? No father to scare boys off and a mother who probably won’t remember the next day if her daughter gets takes on three boys right in front of her… well, I guess I’m just really lucky I’m me and not someone else.
Hell, my crazy high school years are probably why I’m such a compulsive nerd with straight A’s and no sexual experience at all.
Except I do have sexual experience now.
Now I do.
And dear God, the feel of Gabe on top of me is absolutely amazing. He isn’t gentle with me. More accurately, he has so much power and strength that even though his touch is tender and his movements are measured, it feels like he’s overpowering me. He isn’t rough. He’s just… well, he’s just Gabe. I hook a leg over his back, and I use it to pull myself up to meet his thrusts. This is something new for me, something in my head because of a website I visit to try to be better at sex in the hopes Gabe wants more.
And here he is, driving his cock into me and driving me wild with every thrust. I’m really afraid I’m not going to be able to keep myself from screaming so I occupy my mouth by kissing and licking his shoulder, his neck, and his jawline while I cling to his back and move my hips. I know this sounds weird, but I think what I love most about everything right now is just his weight on top of me. I mean, he’s not crushing me or anything, but I still feel his weight, and there’s something really amazing about it. It’s like his whole body protects me.
And makes me his, too.
God, have I really only known him for the last two days?
Well, sure, it’s a little longer than that because of the half dozen times from before he left, when he might stop by the house to drop off something for Helen or Joey. Still, I’m not sixteen-year-old Cayla anymore, and there’s a difference between him checking in on his widowed sister’s kids while another kid is babysitting them and now.
As he thrusts into me the image of him fighting with those jerks fills my head. My hero. “Daddy!” I whisper-scream again.
He lifts my legs up so they’re over my shoulders and adjusts his angle so he can thrust deeper into me. I gasp as he stretches me right to my limit. There’s no pain, but he fills every inch of me, and I grip his arms and whisper, “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy,” over and over until the pleasure he gives me is too intense and I have to grip his arms even tighter as my orgasm washes over me.
I bury my face in his shoulder to muffle the scream that escapes me. He continues to hold my legs over my shoulders and his weight atop me prevents my body from stiffening the way it wants to, so instead of releasing, my orgasm grows stronger and stronger until my toes curl and my entire body trembles.
Then I explode again, burying my face once more in his shoulder to hide another scream as my second climax washes over me. My hands flail in the air, then beat on his back, then flail in the air again, and still, Gabe thrusts into me like I’m made to be his sex toy.
God, I’ll be his sex toy. I’ll be his sex toy whenever he wants.
Everything is so intense. My body feels on the verge of panic because of the sensations that roll through me, but I have no desire for this to end. I could spend all day underneath him, being stretched and feeling his cock jerk inside me while he fills me with the cum that I earn with my tight, warm pussy.
God, I feel like some kind of sex-crazed nympho. I promise I’m not normally like this. Gabe is just an entirely different level of sexy and being with him makes me feel sexy too.
“Cum, Daddy,” I say.
The Daddy thing is new. Well, everything is new, but I only start calling him Daddy today. I don’t know why, but it feels right to call him that and he seems to like it too.
In fact, he likes it so much that I hear him cry out and feel him pulsing hard inside me, just like I wanted him to. I clamp my pussy shut around him and grind my hips in circles, figure-eights, and a whole assortment of other shapes and numbers while he moans and shakes above me and pulses powerfully inside me.
God, the way it feels when his cock throbs inside me is remarkable. Just knowing that I can make him feel like this is amazing to me. It’s almost as incredible as my own orgasms.
We lay in each other’s arms for a long time, saying nothing, but enjoying each other’s company. After a while, I say, “You know I was a virgin.”
He lifts himself up and looks at me. “Really?” he asks.
I nod and say, “Don’t worry. I’m glad you were my first.”
I begin to giggle, and she says, “And my second. And my third.”
