This foolish girl doesn’t know what she’s in for.

Or maybe she does, and she just likes playing with fire.

Either way, it’s going to get her burned, if she isn’t careful.

I can smell her desire in the air like a subtle tease, a plea for me to be merciful and give her the release she craves. I know I should not. She’s young enough to be my daughter. But I am not naive, and I know something about that excites her. Maybe it’s something about that very age difference and the taboo of it that gets her going. Or maybe it’s the very fact that I’ve been acting like more of a father than a captor since her innocent body fell into my hands.

If she wants a Daddy, that’s exactly what I’ll give her.

She pushes her hips against me, grinding and feeling how hard she has made my cock. I can feel her heat, and it fans the flames of every instinct in me, urging me to put it in her and show her what happens when you flirt with danger like this.

Our lips are locked, exploring each other and memorizing every detail of our bodies. She is so soft, her body so ripe and ready for use. My hands rove over her back, then slide to her sides and slowly make my way to her breasts. Through the thin fabric of her clothes, I feel their fullness. She doesn’t know how much of a woman she already is.

I’ll show her.

I break the kiss slowly, and I savor the pink blush on her cheeks as her mouth hangs open, almost pouting. She craves me. She’s anxious and impatient, and she doesn’t know what’s good for her like I do. If she had her way, she’d just have me cram it inside her as if we were a pair of nervous high schoolers. But if she wants to give her everything to a man like me, then I’ll make it more than worth her while.

As well as mine.

“Take it off,” I say in a deep, husky tone.

She watches me nod to her blouse, and she swallows. Slowly, she brings a trembling hand to the buttons on her blouse, and she starts to undo them one by one. Just before she reveals her bra to me, I reach up and take both her small hands in mine, watching her carefully. She holds back a gasp, but I stroke her hair and soothe her.

“Autumn, do you want this?”

She watches me with shimmering, shining eyes that are full of as much fear as excitement. My gaze is sharp steel, piercing her like she wants my cock to pierce her.

“You can say no,” I remind her gently. “You can change your mind whenever you want, and we can pretend this never happened.” I reach up to her face and caress it, dragging a thumb over her lower lip and feeling my cock pulse against her crotch. “I can put your fears at ease, but I need to hear you say that you want this.”

Her gaze is steady, and she takes a slow, deep breath that seems to ease her nerves a little before she speaks. “I want you.”

That’s all I need to hear. A smile crosses my lips, and I take hold of her hips, grinding up into her to reward her for her bravery. She lets out a soft gasp and tilts her head back. I can’t help myself. I wrap a hand around the back of her neck and run my mouth up and down her neck, worrying that sensitive skin between my teeth. She yelps softly, and she squirms against me, more eager than ever. I want to bite harder, draw blood, show her she’s mine as long as I have her on this boat.

But I like teasing her too much for that.

I draw back and glance down to her blouse.

“I said I want that off, girl.”

Obedient, she hurriedly unbuttons the rest of her blouse and slides it off her shoulders, leaving just her bra between me and her breasts. She looks to me as if asking for permission, and I smile. She starts to reach behind her, but I reach past her, unhooking her bra and slowly sliding it off her. Her blush goes red as she exposes her breasts to me, and I feel my cock so hard that it aches.

She watches me with wide eyes, amazed at the desire written all over my face. Does she not know how beautiful she is? She must not, because that desperate craving for approval is as obvious as my own lust.

I cannot resist her any longer. I take hold of her hips, and I push her down to my side and pin her against the bed. She lets out a half-laughing gasp, and she crawls back away from me, further to the center of the bed. I kick my shoes off and follow her, catching her by the ankle and pulling her legs closer to me before wrapping my hands under her ass and bringing my mouth to her breasts.

I breathe on her stiff nipple, savoring the beautiful simplicity of her round breasts. I bring my mouth painfully close to her, letting it linger there for an agonizing moment before I let my lips touch her.

She shudders in delight at my touch, which turns into a kiss. My hands caress her hips while I taste her nipple, and her mouth hangs open in a silent squeak as my teeth graze the thin, sensitive skin. My mouth takes as much of her into it as it can, sucking and licking and ravishing her with my attention. While my mouth toys with her left breast, my hand teases her right.

She hasn’t given this to anyone before me. That feels like both an honor and a special delight, and I will not let it go to waste.

I draw back from her body and look down at her, feeling my hunger growing irresistible at the sight of her sprawled out before me, hair spilling over the sheets and cheeks flustered.

“Is this what crossed your mind when I found you?” I wonder aloud, cupping a breast in her hand and idly stroking the nipple with my thumb. “If I did not know better, devushka, I would say this has already crossed your mind, no?”

She looks up at me with lidded, almost ashamed eyes that give me my answer. I give a dark chuckle and run my hands over her hips, then down to her legs, still covered in her skirt.

“Strip for me, girl,” I order her with casual confidence.

She hooks her thumbs under her waist and slowly wiggles her way out of them, taking her panties with them. The fabric slides off her body, and she pushes it aside, leaving her utterly naked before my clothed body.

Autumn is beautiful. I have so few words that could express the desire that takes hold of me at the sight of her body, but every detail of it fills me with dark desires that nothing but her word could keep me from acting on.

“You should be glad I saved you,” I whisper. “The men who took you could never be worthy of this.”

“What are you going to do with me?” she breathes, petrified.

“You’ve been a very good girl. You deserve a reward.”

I slowly pull my sweater and shirt off, revealing a hard set of abs and muscular chest under the fabric. Autumn watches me with rapt attention, swiping her tongue over her soft lips as I strip before her. I unbutton my pants, and I slide them down my hips, revealing the thick shaft between my legs. It sticks straight out, stiff and taut, pointing at her. She looks at it like a rare treasure, and she sits up on her knees to reach for it.

I catch her by the wrist, and she gasps as if caught stealing. Those doe eyes look up at me, pleading.

“May I… may I touch it?” she asks, then adds, “Sir?”

An adoring smile crosses my lips despite myself, and my cock twitches in approval at her reverence. I give her a soft nod, releasing her hand, and she touches me. I expected her to hesitate more, but no, she strokes my cock with hungry eyes and makes it pulse with desire for her. The rush of being able to get such a reaction out of my body must be exciting, because she gets bolder, taking my balls in her other hand and exploring the weight of them.

It doesn’t take her long to try to bring her lips to my cock, but this time, I do more than stop her. I reach down and push her onto her back, and I loom over her with one arm on each side. Our faces are just inches apart, and her quivering eyes look at me as if she’s a rabbit caught in a trap.

“So eager to please, always,” I growl. “Always the student, desperate to make her teachers happy.”

The furious blush on her face tells me I’m doing more than just striking a nerve, and she can’t seem to decide if she’s excited that I’ve pinned her down so easily or angry that I’m teasing her like this. I touch her chin, then kiss her once more.

“For just this once, sit back and learn from me,” I order her. “This is about you. You need a strong hand to guide you.” I squeeze her thighs, showing her my grip and making her gasp. “I will give you all that and more.”

She yields to me as I push her thighs apart and move down to that tight, virgin pussy. It’s beautiful to look at, and I bring my face close to breathe in the scent of her arousal. I have one last moment of pause as I scoop her thighs in my hands and let her wrap them around me, watching me with an anxious, desperate gaze.

So young, so vulnerable, and all mine.

My tongue strokes her lower lips, diving in and going deep, tasting her arousal. Immediately, a yelp escapes her, and I have to hold her tight to keep her from squirming.

“Careful, girl,” I warn her. “Keep squirming, and I might have to use those restraints to teach you a lesson.”

That seems to scare her into being still, but at the same time, I can’t help but notice the next few strokes of my tongue taste more of her honey than there was before. I growl into her as I stroke, thinking that I might have to see how she likes being bound up for me later.

My tongue dives into her over and over and draws out honey to cover her pussy, making it ready for me. The tip brushes against her clit, and I’m surprised by how swollen and needy that sensitive nub is.

When I taste it, I feel her thighs squeeze against the sides of my head. It’s a delightful feeling, so I indulge it. My tongue tortures that nub, flicking out of my mouth over and over to make her writhe in my grasp. My face and beard are glistening with her honey, and I know that if I keep up like this, she’ll come before much longer.

I fan her flames, letting more of my inhibitions go as I lick her clit, and just before I feel her spill over the edge of orgasm… I draw back. She gasps, looking down at me with betrayal on her face.

“Did I do something wrong?” she whimpers.

“No, solnyshko,” I growl, chuckling. “No, I want your first time to be with me in you.”

Her eyes go wide, and she nods eagerly, even as her face burns with shame for being so eager for my cock. She draws her legs back, and the way she looks all curled up and naked is the most tempting sight I’ve seen in my life.

“What does that mean?” she asks as I stand up on my knees and slowly wrap my hands around her legs, prying them apart and resting them on my shoulders. “That word you called me?”

“Solnyshko,” I repeat, stroking her thighs gently with my rough hands. “It means ‘little sun.’ Do you like that?”

She nods softly, licking her lips.

“What should I call you?” she asks, eager to please.

I press the tip of my cock to her wet, welcoming pussy, and she gasps, looking down at the thick trunk threatening to impale her.

“‘Sir’ will do,” I rumble, and I enter her.

She lets out a ragged, relieved moan of pleasure as my cock pushes through her petals and deep into her wet, young folds. My instincts have taken over entirely, and I feel the overwhelming pleasure of being buried within a fresh, fertile young woman who is desperate for my seed. She almost seems to melt before me, and if I weren’t guiding her, she would be nothing but a quivering mess of pleasure and wetness.

I grasp her hips and start rocking into her, slowly at first, but to my surprise, she pushes up to match me. I give her a warning squeeze, but that doesn’t stop her.

“You are greedy, solnyshko,” I growl, holding her tight. “You are lucky I like you, or I might chide you for being so insolent.”

“I can’t help it, sir,” she pleads, gripping the sheets. “I need you. I never knew I could need anything like this before!”

“You do not know what you need,” I rumble. “But you will learn, girl.”

I reach forward and grope her breasts, and between the cock lodged deep in her and my hands squeezing her breasts, she is utterly overwhelmed. I go slow at first, letting her match my pace with her hips as I thrust into her and feel my bulging crown grind against the innermost depths of her pussy. But each minute, I get a little faster, and my steady rhythm gets faster in a steady, careful incline.

It is not surprising that she is a fast learner. I don’t have to wait for her. She keeps up with me better than many experienced people I have been with, and she doesn’t even realize it. I pinch her nipples and play with her breasts while I fuck into her harder and faster, and soon, I feel my tightness ready to release. I am never on autopilot. I control every twinge and twitch, moving her when she needs it and holding her down when she tries to get too rebellious.

It takes little time for her to be ready to release. I can tell that this will be strong, so I prepare myself to release with her, to build up her confidence with a man she can lean on and trust to be more experienced to guide her. I’m this girl’s protector, and I will be her teacher as well.

“I… I think I… oh god!” she breathes, and she starts to come as she seizes fists full of the sheets and thrusts her hips up.

I release her breasts and grab her hips, and I start rutting into her on raw instinct alone. The tense pleasure in my cock is white-hot for an instant before I feel it spooling into the orgasm, and then, it hits.

A thick shot of my potent seed pumps into her body, and she cries out aloud as we come together. One shot after the other, I fill her up, holding her down and making her mine. Her virginity is an offering to me, and I am greedy for it.

When it’s over, she’s still swimming in bliss, barely aware that the golden glow has come over her. Still stiff, I lean over and kiss my way from her stomach across her breasts to her neck and lips, and one final twitch empties the last of my seed into her virgin pussy.

“You did very good,” I assure her, stroking her hair when our kiss breaks. “Good girl.”

“Oh my god,” she breathes, her voice weak. “That was… incredible, Vladimir.”

I chuckle, taking her chin again as we cuddle together, lost in each other.

“With you, solnyshko, I have not even gotten started.”