True Love (Love Series #7) - Fiona Davenport Page 0,13
glided them up to hold her sexy as fuck tits, the globes spilling out of my hands. I plucked and twisted her diamond hard nipples until she was moaning and writhing with need.
“Are you feeling empty, nena?” I crooned as I kissed each sensitive peak. I couldn’t wait to see them swollen and dripping with milk. After our baby had its turn, it would be time for Daddy’s snack.
“Yes, Diego,” she whimpered, her voice husky as she shivered from the pleasure assaulting her from my hands and lips.
“Fucking hell,” I grunted. “Hearing you say my name in that voice...fuck.” I squeezed my eyes shut and used one hand to grip the base of my cock, trying to hold back the orgasm threatening to take me under. I couldn’t come yet. Not before she was primed and ready.
“Please, Diego,” Allison moaned. Her hands were fisted together above her head, the knuckles white from her intense grip. “I can’t stand the ache.”
Her words unlocked something inside me. I hadn’t realized I’d been holding back until she was aching for me. For me. Only I could satisfy her needs, and it was as if I suddenly gave myself permission to take her without reservation. Who the fuck cared if I was over twenty years older than her, that I intended to fuck her unprotected, untried, teenage pussy? There was no one outside of us at that moment.
I guided her legs around my waist before lowering down until my body completely covered hers. She was so small compared to me. It made me feel like superman because I would protect her and our children with everything I had. But right now, I wanted nothing more than to bring her the ultimate pleasure.
“It’s going to feel a little uncomfortable, Ali,” I warned her in a gentle tone. “Just keep your eyes on mine and keep breathing, si?”
She met my stare and attempted to take a slow, even breath. I smiled in encouragement and shifted my body so that the tip of my shaft bumped her virgin hole. She tensed, and I kissed her before murmuring, “Relax, nena.”
Allison tried to do as she was told, and when her muscles unclenched, I pushed in until just the fat head was dipped into her wet center. After a couple of beats, when she remained loose, I worked in a little more. I repeated the movement, stilling to let her body stretch to accommodate me whenever she winced. I was going to put in for a fucking medal for the patience I had somehow found.
Then my path was blocked and my cock released a jet of spunk just from knowing I was about to make her mine and only mine. “I’m going to pop your tight cherry, nena,” I growled. “Mine.” Then I kissed her as I jerked my hips forward and broke through the thin barrier, driving in until I was gloved in her pussy from root to tip.
Allison cried out, and I sucked in air as I worked to remain still and let her adjust. I kissed each of the tears that leaked and slipped down her cheeks. “Shhhh, don’t cry, nena. It kills me. It won’t last long. Just relax and feel the pleasure beyond the pain.”
I moved barely an inch and waited to see her reaction.
“Oooooh,” she moaned and her walls clenched, gripping my cock like a vise.
“Fuck!” I shouted. “Oh, fuck, Ali!” With what little sanity I retained, I pulled out as gently as possible. But when I was nearly all the way out, I glanced down and spotted the smear of red mixed with the thick come coating my cock.
She’s mine.
I wanted to shout it from the rooftops, to wipe up her blood and keep it as a souvenir. Proof that I owned her. To some, it was probably sick and twisted, to fixate on her blood as a symbol that she belonged to me. But my obsession with her knew no bounds, and I didn’t give a single fuck what anyone but Allison thought about me. I was going to make sure I had my ring on her fingers and my baby in her belly before she saw the true lengths I would go to in order to keep her.
The possession that welled up inside me, the need to dominate, knowing I’d taken her cherry and made her a woman, it fractured my mind and everything fell away except the feel of her pussy and the determination to fill her to overflowing