by Jenna Rose
“I don’t know, Ma…” Riggs whispers as he slides his finger out of me, causing me to gasp with the loss.
“You don’t know what?” I manage to whisper.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to go slow with that little virgin pussy.” He drags the slick tip of his finger up my slit and gently circles my clit. The sensation is so intense I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. “I might have to pound that pussy until you’re sore. You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting this.”
I don’t even have time to respond before he’s tearing his clothes up. My eyes open to his incredible physique, so much better than I thought it would be. Was this man born in the gym or something? His biceps ripple, his chest and shoulders are brought and taut like a warrior, and his abs are beyond chiseled. But none of that compares to what happens next.
Riggs pulls a monster out of his pants.
“Oh my God!”
I clasp my hands over my mouth in shock as he presents his cock to me. It’s long and hard as a rock, but that’s not what has me wondering if I need to run for my life.
Riggs is thick. No. That doesn’t even cover it. They need to invent a new word meaning “so far beyond thick that you won’t believe it until you see it.”
“Riggs…that…that won’t fit inside me.”
A coy smile curls across his lips as he positions himself on top of me, pressing his firm chest against my breasts. His eyes sparkle as he narrows them at me. “Ma, I know it’s your job to worry, okay? But don’t. I promise you that this will fit inside you, and everything will be okay. More than okay.”
My eyes go wide as he presses the tip against my wet and eager hole. Again, my fingers find his back and clench down.
Here we go.
6
Ava
Oh God…Oh God…Oh God!
That’s what I want to shout, but I can’t. My voice simply will not listen to me, and the rest of my body is under his control.
I look down in disbelief as the swollen crown of Riggs’ massive cock spreads me open and vanishes inside me.
Then I feel the stretch. Deep and strong, like he’s going to tear me in half with his lust. I move my hands to his chest, trying to brace him back so I can get a second to breathe, but Riggs just isn’t having any of that.
He snatches my arms away and pins them on either side of my head, then lowers his body onto mine, pinning me beneath his weight. I feel tiny. There’s no way I’m going anywhere, and he’s making sure I know it.
Finally, my breath returns to me. “Ri—Riggs!”
I’m panting like a dog as he smiles down at me, eyes hooded with lust. His hands close around my wrists as his hips push forward, and I take more and more of his cock.
“Fuck that’s a tight pussy,” he groans. How unbelievable it is to be filled like this, to be claimed and taken and know how much pleasure it’s bringing him. The intensity is overwhelming, and I look down between my legs to see he’s only halfway in.
“You—you’re huge.”
“Goddamn right, Ma. And you’re going to take every single inch of it.”
It doesn’t seem possible, but Riggs is right. He keeps pushing forward until his hips press against mine. I cry out as he reaches the stopping point within me. A deluge of emotions and pleasures pour through me, and I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close.
“Mmmm, there’s your cherry, Ma. It’s mine now.”
I hold my arms tightly around him as he begins pumping inside me. At first, I try to count the strokes until I start to relax, but I give up when another orgasm rises quickly within me and takes control.
“Mmmm, already?” Riggs growls in my ear. “I know my dick is big, Ma, but you get off quick.”
“Is—is that bad?” I manage to stammer.
“Bad? You’ve got to be kidding me. Come all over my cock, baby. Let me feel it.”
His words are the last straw. My body goes off, and I feel a splash of moisture between my legs. His body crushes down against mine, and I moan as wave after wave of the most powerful orgasm of my life shake me to my core.
Oh God. His body is so amazing. His cock is stretching me more than he said it would. I’m a woman now, and it’s Riggs claiming my body, not his cruel father.
I could die happy now. I just hope I don’t have to.
The forbidden reality of what we’re doing hits me just as I am about to come down and amplifies what I’m already feeling, causing me to cry out again. Finally, when I slump back on the chaise longue, I’m pretty sure my heart is about to explode.
When I am finally able to open my eyes and look up, I see Riggs slide a finger into his mouth – the finger he used on me.
I go tense, gripped with self-consciousness. Is it going to be bad? Why is he doing that!? Stop!
But Riggs’ handsome eyes flare as he removes the finger, letting it pop out from between his lips.
“Mmmm, you taste so sweet, Ma. I’m going to go down on you for hours.”
“R—really?” I sigh, beyond relieved.
“Damn straight,” he replies. “But first I need to do this.”
Riggs slides quickly out of me, leaving me feeling horribly empty, but immediately snatches me by the hips and pulls me to the ground. His strength is incredible, and the next thing I know I’m bent over the chaise longue with my legs spread and my ass in the air.
“Face down ass up,” he jokes as he takes his position behind me. Despite the circumstances, I can’t help but laugh.
“That’s the way we like to—”
Nope. Not going to get to finish that song.
Riggs enters me from behind, and I feel his massive cock from a whole new angle. I know I may have been a virgin just a few minutes ago, and this is only my second position, but it may just be my favorite.
“Fuck, look at that ass,” he grunts. The sting I feel next shocks me, but also turns me on in a whole new way. Did he just spank me?
I glance back as he does it again, and squeal as his palm lands against my skin.
Yup. He sure did.
“Riggs, you—”
“I want to watch that ass bounce on my cock, Ma.”
He thrusts inside, and again my breath escapes me. He’s stretching me again in a whole new way. I have no idea how I’m managing to take it, but I am. He’s got me right there on the thin line between pleasure and pain, balancing it delicately but with perfection.
With each strong thrust, the tip of his cock finds that spot inside me and excites me. I grip the chair with both hands and slump forward, burying my face in the pillow, as I know it’s only a matter of time before I’m screaming, and I can’t let Michael’s men hear.
Michael’s men, standing watch outside. If he were to make a call to them now, they’d report back to him that everything was A-O.K. Little would he know that his son was upstairs giving me the dicking off a lifetime.
So forbidden. So wrong.
So hot.
“F—fuck me, Riggs!” I manage to moan. “I’m going to come on your hard cock!”
The dirty talk just spills out of me. I’m not even embarrassed. It’s like I have a little slut inside me just begging to be let out, and Riggs is coaching her forward with each one of his incredible thrusts.
The rough skin on his hands scrapes the soft skin of my hips and waist as he pulls me back against him. Each one of his grunts comes in rhythm with his thrusts, and I wonder if my ass bouncing back on him looks as good as he had hoped.
He reaches up and cups my breast as he increases his speed. It shouldn’t be possible to feel this good. I can feel my next orgasm ready to hit me, and I know that it’s going to be better than the last one.
And that seriously scares me.
“Are you on birth control, Ma?” Riggs whispers, stoking the flames higher inside me.
“No, Riggs. I’m not.”
“Good,” he growls, raking his fingertips up my naked back. “I’m going to come in you, Ma, and leave me drip
ping out of you for when you go back to see my father.”
Oh my God. So fucking dirty!
That’s the last thing I think before Riggs goes off inside of me.
His already massive cock flexes and expands inside of me, stretching my walls to their limit, and when I feel the hot, warm, sticky explosion that follows, I go off too.
“Riggs!” I scream as loud as I possibly can into the pillow of the chaise longue, a thousand filthy thoughts flooding my mind as he fills me with his cum. Our orgasms twist together in harmony, my body flexing in perfect rhythm with his. Each one of the hot ropes that pump out of his cock make me feel more and more a woman.
This is it. This is what love is supposed to feel like.
You can’t buy it. You can’t force it. You have to find it, and Riggs and I found each other.
He slumps down on top of me and curls me into his arms. The strong beat of his heart is heavy on my back.
“Jesus…” he groans, still hard inside me. “You’re incredible.”
I lie there in his arms, shell-shocked from what he just did to me.
Sex-shocked maybe? Is that a thing?
Finally, I’m able to pull my thoughts together enough to speak.
“You know, Riggs, I think marrying your father might have been the best thing to ever happen to me!”
7
Riggs
I’ve been drifting off to sleep but waking up every half hour to check the clock. As much as I’m in heaven, I know I can’t stay. I have to return to the hell that is my life, and so does she.
At least for now.
“Ava,” I whisper. “It’s time to get up.”
“Mmm, just a little longer?”
“Come on, Ma,” I tease. “You know what will happen if Michael finds us like this.”
The simple statement should be awakening a fierce rage inside me, but for some reason I am able to stand it now. My cruel father is still the greatest obstacle in my life, but now that I know that I have the woman I love by my side, I can do anything.
My eyes drift over her perfect curves as my finger lazily caresses her skin. Christ, I came inside of her. What the fuck was I thinking? I just came inside my father’s wife and she’s not on birth control!
But I couldn’t help it. I was consumed by the moment, drunk off her virgin pussy and possessed by finally claiming her.
There was just no way I was going to be able to help myself. Hell, I’m ready to do it again right now despite the consequences.
If it wasn’t so fucking dangerous, I wish I could tell Ava to let my father to come on to her tonight and then see the look on his face when he realizes what I’ve done. It would be the ultimate fuck-you to the old man.
But not only is it not possible, it’s not necessary. All that’s necessary is for Ava and me to be together.
“Aren’t you the one supposed to be telling me it’s time to get up, Ma?” I say with a wink as I get to my feet. I grin when I see my cock swinging between my legs – still hard.
“Stop that!” Ava whines, rolling over onto her back and putting her body on full display. A small pearl of my cum slips out of her pussy, causing her to squeal.
“I’ll get you a paper towel.”
Still smiling, I walk over to the counter, but as I do, I hear the sound of a car pulling up outside. Quickly, I race into the bathroom and peer out the window to see my father’s truck out front.
“Ava!” I gasp, racing back into the living room. “Michael is here! Hurry, get dressed!”
If the situation wasn’t so dire, the look of dread on Ava’s face would be almost comical. Scrambling, I manage to slide into my pants and am just getting into my shirt when I hear the downstairs door open.
“Honey, I’m home!” My father’s voice rakes my spine with each syllable. Ava’s still completely naked, fumbling with a pair of yoga pants.
“Hey, honey!” she calls back, then whirls around to me. “In the closet, the closet!”
I spin and leap the couch, blunt my toe on the coffee table, and grimacing and cursing under my breath, stuff myself into the entertainment closet, praying my dad doesn’t want to watch a movie and turn the surround sound on.
Through the crack in the door, I watch as her yoga pants get caught on her incredible ass and try not to get excited all over again. Finally, she manages to tug them up over her hips, just as my father comes up the stairs.
“Damn,” he remarks, stopping to admire her. “Those are some ta-tas! Did I ever thank your momma for blessing you with those? Because I sure as hell need to next time I see her!”
Cringe. Beyond cringe. That’s shit worthy of a punch to the face. I feel like a fucking coward hiding here in the closet while my father talks like that to Ava. But what else am I going to do?
His men are outside. I do anything and they’ll be on me in a second, and if my father finds out about what Ava and I just did, it won’t just be me that faces his wrath. If it was, I’d gladly lay down my life to protect her, but it’s her life that’s at stake now too.
“You mean if you or I ever saw my mother again?” she counters.
“What are you doing walking around here topless?” my father asks as he begins to stroll around the living room. There’s an odd look on his face as he chews his cigar. It’s almost like he’s searching for someone. “Waiting on a friend?”
“I was naked,” Ava replies. “But I got a little chilly.”
“Chilly? The sun’s shining, my dear.”
“It’s also windy, Michael. Cool on my lady bits.”
Michael nods and advances on her. “Or maybe it’s just that you didn’t want me seeing those lady bits of yours that you’re so precious with. Eh?”
“I didn’t even know you were coming by,” she counters.
Christ, if this is what their “relationship” is like, I can’t imagine how she manages to get through a day without crying.
“A man can’t visit his wife unannounced?”
As he moves in on her, every single instinct I have is screaming at me to do something – lunge out and break his smug nose or drive my ankle into his nuts and watch him collapse to the floor. Part of me actually wants him to find me where I’m hiding, just so I’ll have an excuse to hit him when he swings at me.
But all I can do is watch as he goes in for the kiss.
But at the last possible fraction of a second, Ava turns her head and my father’s cigar-stained lips press against her cheek.
It’s harmless – relatively. But I’m still in a rage. My vision goes red and my fingernails dig into my palms as I clench my fists tight at my sides.
“How much longer do we have to play this game?” he asks, taking an angry puff of his Cuban.
“I told you, Michael. I need to be ready. Do you really want me lying beneath you like a doll? Frozen and unhappy?”
Nice try. She’s attempting to appeal to my father’s humanity, but she hasn’t fully realized the truth yet: he doesn’t have any.
“As long as I’m getting the pussy I paid for,” he replies. “I’ve held out for long enough now, Ava. I’m giving you two days. Two more days to give me what I want or I’m going back to your father and showing him what I usually do with men who owe me money.”
“Michael—”
“Oh, and maybe I’ll go pay a visit to your mother too.” Ava’s body tenses up, as does mine. Michael grins, exposing his yellow teeth, and chortles like a hog. “As I recall, you got your looks from her, didn’t you? I bet she could bring in some good money as one of my girls.”
I’m fuming. I can’t even imagine what Ava’s feeling. When he leans in and drags his fat finger across her throat, I lose it. I’m a second away from leaping out and slamming his face into the counter when Ava raises a hand behind her back.
No.
She must know how I’m feeling, and she’s telling me silently to stop. And thank God she did, because it’s the only thing keeping me back.
“Okay, Michael,” she says, her
voice defeated. “I’ll come to you tomorrow.”
“Atta girl,” my father replies. He goes in for a kiss again, and again she deflects his lips to her cheek. He turns to leave, but before he does, he claps her ass with a fat hand.
Helplessness is the worst feeling in the world – especially for a man. All I want to do is defend her, protect her, and keep her close to me. But what the fuck am I supposed to do when the odds are stacked against me?
Once he’s gone, I come out of hiding and sweep Ava into my arms and comfort her. I say all the right things, but my mind is elsewhere – thinking, calculating, trying to come up with a way to bring down my father.
There’s a spark of an idea. It’s doable, but beyond risky, and if I fail, it could be the end of me.
But when I look at Ava and see her tears sliding down her trembling cheeks, I know I have to go for it. It’s worth it. She’s worth it.
Every king has his reign, and my father’s reign is about to come to an end.
8
Ava
It’s been an entire day since the lake house, and from time to time, I can still feel Riggs’ seed dripping out of me, reminding me of just how unbelievable my first time was. As I shift in my dinner chair and look at him, a few drops slip out and add to the growing moisture between my thighs.
My God. I’m so in love with him.
Michael is a terrible, terrible man, and I was in quite a state after he gave me his ultimatum. What kind of man would go after a girl’s parents just to get in her pants?
A cruel man like Michael.
I was praying the entire time that Riggs would stay put. An attack on his father at that time would have been catastrophic. I know a man wants to protect what’s his, and I am definitely his now, but a man should also know when to attack and when to wait. And Riggs obviously does.