Chapter Five
Mary
He was inside me, inside my mouth. So this was what it felt like…sucking dick…and I loved it.
Seriously, I could stare at it – him – all day. Look up at the tense lines of his face from my position on my knees before him. It wasn’t just because of his size though, both length or girth…that would take a whole day to rave about. Every part of his penis was perfectly shaped, even its texture inside my mouth was a feeling I couldn’t get over. The tip was just so soft. It felt so delicate, but all the rest of him was the complete opposite, rock hard. His erection felt like steel against my hand and it dug in and out of my mouth like a drill. I couldn’t help the gagging noises as the tip darted again inside me, poking my throat. He probably must have been all the more turned on with the sounds if the way he grabbed fistfuls of my hair was any indication.
He was careful, yet pushed me. At first, I’d thought there was no way I could swallow all of him, but little by little, he’d gone deeper. Saliva dripped down my chin and I breathed his muskiness through my nose.
“Such a good cock sucker for Daddy.”
Him fingering me, me pleasuring myself for his private viewing, and him planting a trail of warm kisses all over my skin, it all felt so great, but me sucking him was a whole other level. It piqued my interest when it came to sex. To the intimacy of it. The power behind the actions. While I was on my knees, I definitely took some of his control as soon as I took his cock into the back of my throat. And his arousal only fueled mine.
Patience, I reminded myself. Good girls get rewarded.
His hands rested against each side of my face, a firm cup against my cheeks, as he continued to thrust his dick in and out my mouth. His head fell backwards as he let out a series of roaring groans. He sounded primal and hungry, like the true Alpha that he was, the more I felt my pussy turn wet. I was ready for him, more than ready, and I could tell he was as well.
Slowly, he pulled himself out of my mouth and stared at me from head to toe.
“I’m not coming in that mouth, you tease. You might be able to suck the cum from my balls, but I want it deep in that pussy of yours, not your belly. Lose the top, little girl.”
I still had my tank top on but he’d tugged it up above my breasts so he could watch them as I sucked him off. Now, it must have been distracting for him, so I pulled it over my head, dropped it to the floor. My skirt had been discarded a long time ago, and now I was fully naked in front of him, kneeling at his feet. Before his cock. Waiting for my next instructions.
“You want to please Daddy, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“Up on the bed then. Crawl, little girl.”
I shuddered with desire at his deep voice, his commands. I felt a little like a slut. His slut. While he wanted me to be a good girl, I felt very, very bad. But what Daddy wanted, Daddy got so I crawled toward the bed, then on it, ass in full view, breasts swinging as I moved, all the while he watched, dick out, but otherwise fully clothed.
I turned around and rested my back against headboard and waited for him. With a simple arch of a brow, he told me what he wanted, that he was waiting for me. I spread my legs widely, my pussy open and ready for him, weeping and begging desperately to be taken.
Gabe’s fingers grabbed the hem of his shirt and he pulled the material over his head. His jeans pooled around his ankles and he kicked them away until all I could see was bare flesh. I sucked in a breath. This was the first time I’d seen him completely naked – all of him. Any man. He was my first in so many ways. The suits and long sleeves he wore did such a great job at hiding his physique. He was leanly muscled, like a swimmer or a runner, but he was in no way scrawny or lanky either. His skin was defined by hard, sinewy lines beneath.
It sounded stupid, but the only adjective I could think of was that he was hard, not only down there, but everywhere. From his arms to his legs and even his chest and abs, he was strength personified. Maybe it was an architect thing. He was always talking about how he would visit construction sites and get to work. Being under the hot sun with a sledgehammer hardened him, and I wasn’t complaining.
My mind was brought back to reality when he crawled up onto the bed and his hands started to roam my flesh. I shivered slightly at his touch. No man had ever touched me the way he was doing at the moment. I loved the feel of large, warm hands against my soft skin. It was a new feeling, definitely, one I would need to get used to still.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, searching my eyes.
He’d been in control the whole time, telling me what to do, instructing me how I was going to pleasure myself and him. Even guiding me on how to suck his cock. But fucking my virgin pussy was something else entirely.
It was different to hear him ask me for consent, and I wasn’t going to deny that him asking me thawed my heart. It endeared him more to me. He dominated and controlled, but I knew the whole time he was still looking out for me, making sure I agreed and wanted all that we’d done and were about to do. That’s why I called him Daddy. He was everything I was looking for in a man, everything who understood me and my needs, both physically and emotionally.
A second or two passed before I finally gathered the courage to say what was on my mind. I could’ve easily given him some quick, unthought-of reply, but there was just something about the moment that pressed me to lay my feelings on the line. “I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather do it with. Fuck me, Daddy.”
I saw the grin that surfaced on his face when I said those words, and I couldn’t help but return it with a smile of my own. He settled himself between my thighs, gripped a hip to hold me open.
Right then and there, I felt his tip brushing against my entrance. His eyes held mine as I felt him enter me, one slow inch at a time. He was big. He did stretch me wide. Filled me like I never could have imagined.
“Daddy,” I breathed, then began to pant as he went even deeper.
“Such a good girl. That’s it. I’m filling you up.”
Jane was right, it hurt at first. I couldn’t open my eyes as I tried to get used to the feeling. Gabe handled it so much better than I ever expected, that he was fucking someone who had no idea what she was doing. I expected him to have given up, to tell me that maybe tonight wasn’t going to work out, that he didn’t want to waste his time with a virgin when he could get with more experienced women who didn’t bleed or were in pain during sex. He did none of that.
What he did was made sure with every inch of him I took that I was adjusting, that I was taking him easily enough. I was wet, that wasn’t a concern. But I was tight. Really tight.
“You’re so big.”
“Too big?” he asked, his voice rough.
I shook my head, pressed down on him a little bit more. Then more still and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter with his dick bottoming out inside me.
With one surprise move, he flipped me over so I was astride him. The soft hair on my legs tickling me, I met his gaze.
“I took all of you,” I said, surprised and pleased, wiggling my hips a bit to adjust to this new position.
He grinned. “You did. You took all of your Daddy’s dick. Now take it for a ride. Up and down. That’s it. I want to watch you.”
Putting my hands on his shoulders, I lifted and lowered myself, impaling my pussy on him again and again. I watched Gabe, his eyes transfixed on my breasts. They were bouncing and swaying with my motions and when I ground down on him so my clit got rubbed, he leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth.
When he bit it gently, I came, milking him.
“Fuck, little girl, I’m going to come.” He hardened within me, then spurt hotly. I could feel each burst of his cum filling me right up.
I was sweaty and messy as I tried to pull off him. Just as I imagined, his cum seeped out and covered both our thighs. Tinged with red, it showed what he’d done. Fucked me for the first time. Made me his. Placing his hands on my hips, he held me in place.
“Let Daddy stay inside you for another minute. It’s not every day I take my little girl’s cherry.”
Leaning in, I kissed him, pleased he’d been my first. I went home that night with Gabe’s cum still dripping from my bare pussy and down my thighs. I refused to take a shower, reveling in his possession marking me all hot and sticky.
* * * *
The next morning, I didn’t want to wake up. I dreamed about Gabe, his hands, his mouth, the feeling of him inside me – my first sex. It was all I wanted to think about, but I was woken up by my mother yelling at me with a bunch of flyers in her hand.
“Why are we getting mail from the local college?” she asked, tugging open my blinds and sitting on the side of my bed.
I let out a groan and tried to cover my eyes from the bright light. I’d gotten home late, and I hadn’t fallen asleep right away. I probably only had five hours of sleep and I didn’t need my mother yelling in my ear. She didn’t care that I was late last night, that I’d fucked my boss or that I’d even lost my virginity. She cared about local college flyers because it might mess with her.
“I signed up for the newsletter…” I didn’t want to sit up and engage. I didn’t want to talk and fight with her. I just wanted to dream and think of Gabe. I could feel the soreness between my legs. His cock had been huge inside me and I wasn’t used to it. I was achy where he’d torn through my hymen and I felt dried cum on my thighs. For a moment, I forgot what we were talking about, but when I saw her irate expression, I focused on her, not my fabulously used pussy. “I didn’t know they were going to mail me.”
“Didn’t we already talk about this? The best program for you is at the school across the country. Why are you giving up your future and staying here? Do you want me to fend for you until you’re old? Is that it?” She threw the flyers on my bed and glared at me. “I’ve provided you a great life and gave you everything you needed and wanted. Mary, I can’t do that forever. You’re going to have to be independent one day, and that will start at the end of the summer when you get to college.”
I didn’t realize how quickly my mood could turn sour until this moment.
“I know, Mom.” I tried my best not to roll my eyes in front of her. “I’m not saying I’m not going to go to college. I want to stay here because it’s more affordable for me. That’s what you want, right? For me to be smart? To live on my own? I know you’ll be paying for my tuition if I go to that other school, but what about my living expenses? I’d have to find a job, and that’s not even sure. Here, I can continue to work for Gabe and babysit Ashley. It would be flexible and it would pay my expenses. I wouldn’t have to worry about applying to jobs here since I already have one. I won’t have to depend on you.”
That got her to shut up. She wasn’t expecting that. My mother thought I was an idiot, who only depended on my looks to get by. Thought a job as a pre-school teacher was stupid. I wasn’t like her. With my response, she couldn’t help but zip her mouth shut. She didn’t know what to say because I was right. I had a job with Gabe. At least until Ashley’s mom returned, but then maybe I could work for her.
Soon after, she turned and walked out of the room. That was the end of it, at least for the moment, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about what just happened. My mother and I were…civil. That was the best way to put it. She had been so busy with her new fiancé that we barely spoke and hung out. She didn’t want me around, that was obvious. I had to wonder if she even loved me. I was more like a boarder in the house than a daughter. Maybe it was time to leave. It was getting toxic. She was toxic. I needed fresh air. I needed space. I needed Gabe.