His Love - Cassandra Dee Page 0,17

down all the way, busting through my virginity. And now that he was in, I cried out, squirming and stuck on a huge, pulsing rod.

“Unnnh, Daddy!” I squealed. “It hurts, it hurts!”

Luke’s big hand ran down my back, stopping to squeeze a curvy butt cheek.

“Shhh baby,” he rasped. “I promise it’ll go away sweet thing, I promise, just give it a minute.”

I squirmed again. If it’d been possible, I would have bucked him right off and gotten free. But it was futile because my hands were tied to the bed post, with a huge shaft stuck inside. I was a prisoner, and there was no place to go except here. So I crouched on the bed, nude and perfectly still, pussy slobbering wetly.

“Ohhh Daddy,” I moaned again, tossing my brown curls. “Oh god.”

And with that, Luke withdrew a little. The rub was incredible, the feel of that giant dick retreating and I mewled reflexively, hips wiggling.

“Oh yeah, you want it, don’t you?” he rasped behind me. “Baby wants Daddy’s cock buried in her cunt.”

And with that, he slid in all the way again, deeply and fully. Moaning heavily, my head dropped between my shoulders, boobies swinging. Because I’ve never felt so possessed. I’ve never felt so owned, like I was a man’s property, his and his alone.

And Luke was on the same wavelength because he ground out in my ear, “That’s right, sweet thing. Your pussy is going to be curved to Daddy’s tool now. I own this tight snatch.”

And the nasty words threw me over the edge. I’m a virgin and this was all new, exhilarating and so nasty. The excitement of being with the billionaire, of having Luke in me, teaching me everything, forced me to a new level. My pussy clamped down once, twice, hard, and then exploded in a shower of sparks.

“Daddy!” I screamed, little body quivering, pinkness spasming uncontrollably. “Daddy!”

And Luke lost it as well. With a roar, and then a push of his hips, it happened. His dick erupted in me, bathing my interior channel with hot, bubbly seed and I screamed again, the sensation so good.

“Oh god!” I cried out, profile lifted to the heavens. “Yes!”

Luke grunted rhythmically, lash after lash of semen erupting like a volcano, spraying my fertile insides with virile jism.

“FUCK!” was his roar. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

I would have collapsed, had it not been for my hands tied to the bed post and that hot dick stuffed in my cunt. They were like anchors on either end, keeping me immobile, letting me do nothing but feel as I was drilled within an inch of my life.

“Shit!” came Luke’s curse again. “Awwww shit!”

And I knew what he was referring to. Because there was so much pussy cream, so much virile sperm that it mixed together and dripped out from between us, leaking down my ass and thigh.

“Mmmm,” I moaned, dropping my head, boobs dragging on the coverlet. “Mmmm.”

Luke held still in me then, dick still pumping the last remnants of seed into my insides.

“Fuck baby girl,” he rasped, big chest still heaving. “Fuck fuck fuck that was amazing.”

My chest puffed out in pride, the praise like warm honey coating my soul.

“Really?” I whispered, looking at him over my shoulder. “Really?”

But Luke didn’t answer. Instead he reached down, swiping at the fluids coating his dick.

“See this?” he asked roughly, seizing my eyes with his own. “See this baby girl?”

I gasped. The mix was white and gooey, like superglue.

“This is all you, honey. All you and me and it tastes fucking good,” he grunted, before reaching forwards and pushing his fingers into my mouth. My eyes opened wide with shock, but then my lips closed around those digits, hungry and seeking. Because this was right. I had the billionaire’s cock deep in my puss while he fed me a mix of fresh female juice and sperm. It was disgusting, dirty and nasty, but oh so right because I was with Luke Lyons, my teacher, my boss, the CEO … and I never wanted it to end.

4

Luke

I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. On the one hand, what I’m doing with Kitty isn’t exactly new. She’s not the first ballerina I’ve made love to, that’s for sure. Although I should be ashamed, I often test the new recruits in a personal way.

But Kitty is the first ballerina that I’ve invited into my life. And I don’t mean showing her around the apartment or claiming her in one of my five bedrooms.