CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Daisy
I never knew that I could be such a whore. All I know is that once I felt Tristan’s dick in my pussy, I knew where I wanted it next … in my ass.
It’s not that I’m so into anal or anything like that, I’ve obviously never had someone touch me back there before. But something about Mr. Marks has released all my inhibitions and I want him everywhere. Everywhere, every inch of my body is his touch, to take, to make his, anywhere he wants.
And my guardian is into it. The minute he heard “anal,” his dick twitched in me as if jumping to life again.
“I never knew you were such a bad girl,” he rasped into my ear, hands all over my body, stroking my breasts, my tummy, reaching down to caress my slick folds. I sighed and stretched backwards, twisting my chin to catch his mouth in a kiss even as his fingers fluttered against my labia again, pulled so tight around his big dick.
“I’m not bad,” I breathed into his mouth, his digit doing marvelous things on my cunt, playing with my clit with his dick embedded deep inside. “I just want you.”
And with that, the big man growled, eyes flashing, devouring me. Slowly, he shifted backwards so that his pole slid out of me with a long, smooth stroke. The sight was incredible. He was still hard and the pulling out felt so fucking amazing, my walls caressing the shiny, hard length as it exited my pussy.
“Oh my god,” I breathed, panting the whole way. Because I saw what lay below me, the whitish-yellow cream everywhere, tinged with a little red. And there was a slight trace of blood smeared on his dick too, proof of my cherry, my nubile body giving it all up.
“Oh yeah,” he rasped into my ear again before picking me up. “You were the real thing, baby, the real thing. Let’s get you clean before I take that ass cherry.”
And my heart beat faster. Was he going to? Really? Oh god, this was going to be the best night of my life. Without putting me down, Tristan strode into the en suite and yanked the shower door open, blasting the hot water before stepping into the spray with me, my body wrapped around his, hot curves pressed to that masculine flesh. He was utterly gorgeous, massive, thick muscles, that black hair laying flat against his skull as the water pounded on us, tattoos crawling up his arms and circling around to his back. The ink swirled up his muscles, emphasizing the hard ridges of his arms, his abs and back. He was so gorgeous, those muscled thighs, the blue eyes swallowing me, still hungry, all man. But the alpha got himself under control enough to steady me, making sure I could stand on my own before reaching for a tiny bottle on the ledge.
“What the fuck is this stuff?” he said, eyeing the little travel-sized container suspiciously.
And I had to laugh then. Because the complimentary shower gel was pale pink, the bottle in the shape of a flower with a petal as the stopper.
“Oh give me that,” I teased, grabbing the bottle while shooting him a sassy smile. “It’s obviously for female guests, they never thought a guy like you would be using it.”
But Tristan just growled refusing to let go, his big fist tight around the little vessel.
“No baby,” he said smoothly. “Turn around because I’m going to soap you up with this, you’re going to feel my fingers all over.”
Just the thought of his hands trailing all over my body made me shiver, a thrill running through my curves before settling in my cunt, low in my stomach. All over? Hoo boy. It occurred to me that we were both stark naked, water dripping over bodies and yet completely comfortable, acting like it was normal to be in the shower with your guardian, a six-three hunk of muscle whose dick made my mouth water. But you know what? It felt good and I went with it, turning around and shaking my ass at him sassily.
“See something you like?” I winked flirtatiously, wiggling my booty up and down.
And the big man just growled, squeezing gel into the palm of his hand. Without any hesitation, he positioned me so that I faced away from him, helping me lift one knee so that my foot was braced on the seat, pussy open, ass pressed against his front.
And his finger probed me then, pushing inside just a little.
“Little girl,” he whispered in my ear even as the water pounded, hot liquid dripping on my most sensitive spot. “You’re going to feel me everywhere. And everywhere I touch, you’re going to love.”
I sighed, shivering, bending over further. Unconsciously my hands crept backwards until I was pulling my cheeks apart, exposing everything for him as his finger wandered, tracing my curves, dragging over my clit, feeling up my hole.
“Tristan, now,” I whispered. “Do me now.”
And the big man didn’t hesitate. Licking his palm, he took his dick in his hand and ran it slowly into my vag, burying the hot rod in my depths.
“It’s just to get my dick wet,” he explained, eyes alive as he fucked into my pussy, stroking in and out smoothly. “Getting Daddy’s dick wet is important before I take your back end.” And sure enough, in the next instant he’d pulled out and was probing at my anus, exploring the pucker.
“Oh!” I squealed, my body shivering uncontrollably. “Oh oh!” I gasped again as he pressed his hips forward. My anus was unbearably tight, I’d never even played with toys back there before so it was going to be a snug fit for sure. But Mr. Marks was merciless. He kept up the pressure, pressing insistently against my rump until with a pop, my sphincter gave it up and he was in a few inches. I moaned, head dropping as I felt that fuckpole inch its way up my behind, hard, stiff, relentless
“Oh god, oh god,” I moaned, holding perfectly still as his dick probed upwards. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, fuck me good.”
And the big man just grunted, grabbing my hips firmly, filling his hands with luscious flesh, soft, squeezy and thick.
“Daddy’s taken your pussy cherry and now he’s taking your ass,” he ground out. “Get ready baby girl, get ready.” And he began swinging his hips forward and back, running that huge rod into me until he bottomed out, balls pressing against my cunt, sacs banging against my clit again and again with each thrust.
“Oh oh oh!” I screamed, bent over as the pole of fire reamed into my GI tract. “Oh oh oh!”
But Tristan was only getting started.
“Baby,” he said breathlessly. “I’m gonna put it in your cunt again.” And without missing a beat, he pulled out and slid that big dick into my pussy, the walls clamping around him, squeezing him, holding him tight. And Tristan continued the pattern, doing a few strokes in my cunt before moving up a couple inches and swinging once more into my ass. He alternated between the two holes, using my body, caressing me with his fuckpole, forcing me to take it until I was begging him, screaming with desire.
“Mr. Marks!” I shrieked. “I’m going to cuuumm!” And the wail echoed off the walls of the en suite, loud enough to wake everyone in the hotel but did I give a fuck? Fuck no, because it was drowned out by Tristan’s roar, his low, guttural “SHIIIT!” as he spurted deep into my ass, the jism so hot, so copious that it ran out between us, trailing down my thigh, smearing against his pelvis.
And after it was over, after our breathing calmed, the water still pounding hot on our bodies, I sighed languorously. It felt so good, both my holes filled by this man, violated so deliciously, so unbelievably overstuffed. I gasped limply, trying to catch my breath. I could hardly believe what had happened, my ass and pussy cherries taken in one go.
But it was totally real as his big hand stroked over my back, smoothing those ivory curves, soothing me before swatting my rump playfully, the smack loud in the bathroom.
And with a sweet smile, I turned to look at him over my shoulder, wet hair plastered to my back.
“That was amazing,” I murmured coyly, reaching behind to pull my ass cheek up. Tristan moaned as he watched, eyes glued to my behind as bubbly semen trickled out my anus, pooling around his dick, mixing with the mess smeared on my vagina. I swiped my finger through the jizz and brought it up to my mouth, tasting the mixture before licking at it lasciviously.
“Mmm,” I moaned with a sweet smile. “You’ve been eating right Tristan. Must have been the McDonald’s.”
And the big man’s eyes gleamed wickedly, the blue going to a shade of black. Oh yeah. I was going to get it hard, fast, and rough, loving every damn second of this man’s touch.