by Selena Kitt
“Taste yourself,” he murmured as he swept his tongue to part her lips.
The musky, sweet taste of her own wetness lingered in her mouth as she kissed him back. She’d kissed Marshall a million times, light pecks goodnight, but this was something else altogether. His mouth was full of secrets, his tongue seeking entrance, just like his cock throbbing against her navel. He wanted inside of her, to devour and consume her. And she wanted it too.
“Please,” she whispered when they parted. “Put it inside me. I want to feel you.”
He nodded, drawing a shaky breath.
“It may hurt you,” he warned softly, reaching down between them to cup her mound. It was still wet and swollen from her climax and she moaned softly. “Have you ever put anything inside you before?”
“No.” She shook her head.
“Not even your fingers?” His probed her as he slid one long finger into her hole.
“Well yes…” she flushed. “My fingers sometimes.”
“Anything else?” he inquired. Two fingers now. Hanna shivered and moaned as he rocked his hand, moving them, in and out. “A sex toy?”
“No!” Her eyes widened. “Never!”
“I’ll teach you about toys some other time.” He smiled. “Your mother thinks they’re tools of the devil, but they’re not. Nothing else? A candle? A carrot? A cucumber? Girls get curious sometimes…”
“No.” Hanna shook her head vehemently, although now that he mentioned all of those things, her mind exploded with the possibilities.
“So it really will be your first time.” He nodded, slipping a third finger into her. She gasped and squirmed. “I promise, I’ll go slow. If it hurts, you tell me. There may be a moment of pain when I break your hymen.”
“I read about that,” she offered, her body tensing, not knowing what to expect.
“It’s only once,” he soothed, his fingers moving slowly in and out of her wetness. “Do you trust Daddy?”
She nodded, meeting his eyes, but she felt her bottom clench at the thought.
“Shhhh, sweetheart.” He kissed her cheek, shaking his head. “Relax. Don’t tense up. It will only make things more difficult.”
Hanna nodded, taking a deep breath. She remembered him saying that to her mother, how the woman and tried to close her legs, even as he tried to enter her. She didn’t want to do that. She wanted to please him.
“Easy, I’m just going to rub the head of my cock against your pussy, okay?” His fingers were gone from inside of her, but then there was another sensation, a fat, spongy head sliding through her slit, up and down. Hanna moaned when it rubbed up against her clit, biting her lip when he neared her virgin hole.
“Doesn’t that feel good?” he breathed. “I won’t do anything without telling you, I promise. Okay?”
“Okay,” she breathed, putting her arms around his neck. “I’m ready. I am.”
“Good girl.” He kissed her softly, his tongue probing, mimicking that same motion between her legs. His cock was aimed right at her hole. “Okay, sweetheart, Daddy’s going to put his cock inside of you now.”
“Yes.” She swallowed, taking a deep, shuddering breath before letting her knees fall open further. This was it. This was really it. He was going to take her virginity right here and now.
Marshall moved his hips almost imperceptibly, but it was just enough to force the head of his cock into her virgin pussy.
“Oh Hanna,” he breathed. His body was tense, completely controlled. “You’re so tight.”
“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I’m trying to relax. I’m really trying.”
“You’re doing beautifully.” He smiled down at her. “It feels good on my cock, when you’re tight like that. When a woman hasn’t had a baby yet, her vaginal walls are much tighter.”
“Oh.” She nodded, feeling him pull back just a little. His cock head moved in little circles, hips moving just slightly, just the tip of him in her.
“Now a little more.” He gave her another inch, the stretch of his head being forced inside stealing her breath as her body adjusted to him. He moved into her slowly, inch by glorious inch, as his hands cradled her face, one hand caressing her cheek and then running through her hair.
“Oh! Daddy!” Hanna cried out as he pressed deeper, her body tensing as his cock reached her hymen, pushing past the barrier with an impossible stretch and burn. “Oh no! No!”
“Yes, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. Just breathe.”
“Ohhhh!” She shook her head, wanting to fight it, push him away. But this was what she wanted, she reminded herself. This was Marshall, the man she’d dreamed about, the man she’d secretly wanted for so long. She wanted this. She did.
“Let’s get to the other side.” He kissed her softly. “Then I’ll bring you more pleasure than you’ve ever known.”
With that, he pushed in. The pain came, sharp and swift, but she bit down on her lip to stifle her cry. He kissed her lip where her teeth dug in, making her release it.
“Just wait a minute, let it pass,” he whispered.
She opened her eyes to find him staring into hers. He kissed her again, gently, and her inner walls gripped his cock all on their own.
“Your tight little pussy already wants more.” A smile flitted across his lips. “I can feel you squeezing my cock.”
“Does it feel good?” Hanna focused her energy there, using her muscles to do it consciously this time.
“Oh!” Her stepfather cried out at the sensation, his hips moving, pressing him deep. “Hanna!”
“Is that a yes?” She smiled, awash with the power of it as the man bit his lip, his face screwed up, like he was in pain.
“Yes,” he managed, his breath short. Then he opened his eyes to look at her. “Do you feel how perfect this is? How God intended us to be together this way?”
“Oh yes,” she agreed, arms wrapped around his neck. “It feels so right. Anything that feels this good couldn’t possibly be wrong.”
“Good girl,” he smiled as he began to move again inside her.
It hurt at first. His cock felt huge inside her, impossibly big, a steel beam trying to penetrate her flesh. Hanna clung to him, her nails digging into the meat of his upper arms as he pulled back and thrust, slow, easy, but still. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her stepfather whispered in her ear, sweet words, reminding her to breathe, relax, and slowly, she felt her body accept him.
With every thrust, he went deeper, each stretch building a heat that tightened her core. He propped himself up on his elbows, moving his hips faster, looking into her eyes, gauging her reaction. Hanna stretched her neck up to kiss him, wanting to feel his mouth, his breath hot. She could still taste himself on his lips.
“More, sweetheart?” he asked, grinding his hips into her pelvis.
“Yes!” she cried, lifting to meet him. “Oh it’s so good, Daddy! Your cock feels so big and hard inside of me.”
“And you’re so wet and tight,” he groaned. “Wrap your legs around me. That’s a girl.”
She did as she was told, feeling his cock shift, pressing into her softness, hitting something deep inside her with every thrust that made her cry out with pleasure.
“Do you feel that?” he asked, searching her eyes.
“Yes!” Hanna gasped, writhing, curving her back. She ached for more. It amazed her how fast it had all gone from pain to pleasure in the wet heated friction between their bodies. “Oh Daddy, that feels good!”
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said. Those words made Hanna’s eyes go wide. Fuck you. They were so naughty, so wicked, but it felt so good to hear them from his lips. Why was that? “This is just how God intended it, Hanna. This joining between a man and a woman. This pleasure is the most perfect expression of His love.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She opened and welcomed him home as his hips drove her against the mattress. She thought he was making love to her before, but now she understood his words—I’m go
ing to fuck you now. Something else drove him into her. It wasn’t just him. This was a pure, animal need, something bigger than them both. Hanna’s body responded to his fever, meeting his passion with her own.
When she cried out, unable to keep her moans inside, he encouraged her noises, telling her to let it out, to tell him how good it felt.
“Tell me, Hanna,” he urged, pounding into her, their bodies slick with sweat. “Tell me you like my cock in you.”
“Oh yes, Daddy, I love your big cock in me!” she cried, flushing at her words, ashamed even now, but it felt so good to say them somehow. “Please don’t stop!”
“You like when I fuck you like that?” He asked, giving her short, hard bursts with his hips, punctuating each thrust with a grunt.
“Yes!” Hanna’s head went back and she moaned loudly. “Oh Daddy, fuck me hard like that! More!”
He moaned when he heard those words.
“Say it again,” he whispered hoarsely. “Say it again.”
She knew what he wanted to hear. Words her mother would never say to him. The woman wouldn’t even open her legs for him. But Hanna would. Hanna loved him, wanted him. Wanted this.
“Fuck me, Daddy!” she urged, hips rising to meet his hard, hungry thrusts. “Fuck me until I come all over your big, hard cock!”
“Oh fuck!” Marshall cried out, moving even faster, if that was possible. “Sweetheart, Daddy’s gonna come! I’m gonna fill that tight, hot little pussy with my come! Oh fuckkkk!”
“Come with me, Daddy!” she panted. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!”
It was the first time Hanna had ever taken the Lord’s name in vain.
She came so hard she saw stars, beautiful white dots of light shooting before her eyes. Heat ignited her whole body, inside and out. She gave herself to him, her nipples hard, brushing against his slick chest as they moved together, both of them writhing with pleasure, each contraction inciting another deep thrust. Her skin tingled where they brushed together. She could no longer tell where he ended and she began as she let her body respond, finding bliss in each glorious pulse of her release.
“Oh Daddy,” she panted, hanging onto him as if she thought she might fall off the planet if she didn’t. “I didn’t know it would be like that.”
“Are you glad you asked me to teach you?” He kissed her forehead, his breath still coming hard.
“Yes.” She met his eyes, smiling shyly. “Is that why they say that a man and woman become one? That’s just what it felt like…
“Exactly right, my smart little pupil.” He smiled back. “I’m so proud of you .You did so well, Hanna.”
She glowed in the heat of his praise.
“When we’ve rested a while, I can show you some different positions a man and woman can find pleasure in. There are so many other things to teach you…”
Hanna remembered how he had tried to take her mother from behind.
“I love you, Hanna.” He whispered the words as he kissed her cheek.
“I love you too, Daddy.” She felt tears welling up. “I promise to learn everything you want to teach me. Just please, take me closer to God again.”
“Oh my sweet, sweet love.” He lowered his mouth to hers and Hanna felt him throbbing to life inside her once again, ready to take her to God.
“Daddy, the phone.” Hanna’s eyes fluttered as she woke, hearing Marshall’s ringtone from beside the bed. Her mind was filled with the knowledge that her stepfather had taken her virginity, and her vision filled with him too as he groaned, waking and stretching to reach the phone.
She couldn’t stop thinking of it, dreaming of him, even when they were in bed together. She couldn’t count the number of orgasms he’d given her. She blushed when she remembered the way he’d shot his cum into her mouth for the first time, how surprised and clumsy she’d been, in spite of his warnings. The white, stick stream had splashed her cheek and neck and dribbled from her swollen red lips, her darting pink tongue.
But Marshall hadn’t scolded her. Instead, he’d praised her for doing so well, even saying that she looked sexy with his cum on her face. Hearing her mother’s voice come across the line made her freeze, bringing a familiar wave of guilt. Then, she grew angry. What right did her mother have to tell her daughter that this was wrong? That the pleasure of the flesh—bodies that God had freely given them—were a sin? Already, Hanna’s breasts ached to be sucked, her pussy clenching at the memory of Marshall’s hard, pounding cock.
“What’s the matter?” she asked when her stepfather tossed his cellphone on the night stand, getting out of bed.
She watched as he stormed to the closet, throwing the doors open wide. Next thing she knew, he’d thrown his suitcase onto the bed, hard enough to make her bounce under the sheets.
“What’s going on?” she cried, her heart skipping a beat as she waited for him to answer her.
“Your mother is staying at the church tonight to help the almighty Pastor David work up his sermon for Sunday,” Marshall snapped, opening his drawers and shoving clothes into the suitcase. “I’m done. That man can have her. I can’t stay married to a woman who only does what another man tells her to do.”
“What are you doing?” Hanna stared at him, aghast, the words not registering.
“He fills her head with lies. As soon as I’m gone, you watch—he’ll step into my shoes.” Marshall snorted, half a laugh. “And he’s welcome to them!”
“Wait… you’re leaving?” She blinked at him in shock as he went to the closet to get more of his clothes.
“Hanna, I just can’t do it anymore.” He brought hangers full of clothing over to the bed, looking at her staring at him, sheet pulled up to her neck. “You’re a woman now. You’re old enough to go out into the world, to find a man to love, a husband of your own. But I… I can’t stay here a minute longer. I’m leaving her. Let Pastor David have her. I’m taking that job in California.”
She watched, bewildered, her skin crawling as Marshall packed his bag.
“Take me with you.”
He stopped, staring at her. “What?”
“Take me with you!” She reached out to grab his arm, up on her knees now, her nude body exposed, but there was no shame in it. He’d seen all of her.
“Hanna, I can’t.” He shook his head slowly, his gaze moving down from her face to her body. “I…”
“Please,” she whispered, feeling tears springing to her eyes. “You know I love you. And I know you love me too. Please, don’t leave me.”
“Hanna.” He moved closer, reaching out to cup her face in his hands. “My sweet Hanna…”
“Please don’t leave me too,” she begged, tears falling down her cheeks.
He brushed them with his thumbs, searching her eyes with his.
“I do love you,” he confessed, pulling her close. Hanna rested her cheek against his chest, feeling his heart beating hard.
“You said it yourself,” she whispered. “I’m old enough. And I’ve already found the man I love.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I do.” She lifted her face to look at him. “I know exactly what I’m saying. You’re the man I want, the man I’ve dreamed of, the man I love. I’ve loved you my whole life, and I will love you until the day I die. I don’t care if it’s God’s will or not because it’s mine. My own free will.”
“And mine.” He smiled. “All right, my love. You win. Go pack.”
The End
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ABOUT SELENA KITT
Selena Kitt is a NEW YORK TIMES bestselling and award-winning author of erotic and romance fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million books sold!
Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she's not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family--a husband and four children--and her growing organic garden. She does belly dancing and photography, and she loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing kitty cat.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of "exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind" (without author's name available.)