by Madison Faye
Oh my God.
He’s so big, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. But slowly, my tight ring opens, letting more of him inside until the whole head pops inside. I cry out, but Damien holds me close, stroking me and letting me adjust.
“Just like that, angel,” he groans. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So fucking perfect.”
He kisses me, swallowing my moans as I throw my arms around his neck and kiss back with everything I have.
“Take more of me, baby girl,” he purrs into my lips, his cock throbbing hot with the head just inside of me. “I want to feel you slide all the way down until you can feel how big and full my balls are for you.”
The fire ignites inside of me, and I cry out as I sink back down onto him. His huge cock sinks inside, slowly inching it’s way into my ass as the moan turns to a scream of pleasure from my lips. It feels so wrong, and so dirty, and so slutty, letting this much older, powerful man fuck me in the ass with his big cock.
But it feels so fucking good.
His lips find mine, and he kisses me fiercely as his hands on my ass guide me slowly up and down. I whimper, clinging to his neck as I slide up and down. He brings a hand down between my legs, and I cry out as he starts to rub my clit in slow circles.
I get bolder and bolder, rocking back on him harder and deeper and taking all of him inside with every stroke. I can feel his big, heavy balls against my ass with every stroke, feeling like such a dirty girl as I bounce up and down on him. His hand slides into my hair, pulling it tight enough to make me gasp in pleasure. His mouth finds my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as his hand rubs my pussy and his big cock slides in and out of my ass.
“So fucking good, angel, like heaven” he groans, his hands holding me tight. “Keep riding that big dick, baby girl. Take that big cock deep in your ass until you come all over me. I want to feel this sweet little asshole squeeze me tight when you come for me like a bad little girl.”
“Yes!” I cry out, raising up and dropping back down on him, taking every inch of him deep inside as the pleasure rocks through me. “Make me come!” I gasp.
“Ask me nicely, baby girl,” he rasps in my ear, his fingers blurring over my clit. I’m so close, but the words tumble from my lips anyways as the world starts to blur at the edges.
“Please fuck my ass, Daddy!”
Damien roars at my words. His hand comes down with a sharp slap against my ass, his fingers blur over my clit, and his teeth rake across my earlobe.
“Come for Daddy, baby girl. Come for me.”
And I do.
I scream as the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had shatters through me, tearing the air from my lungs and making my vision fade as the climax erupts through my body. I squeeze my arms around him tight, screaming into his neck as I go crashing over the edge.
I can feel him tense up, and when he roars his release into my shoulder, I can feel it. I feel his thick cock throb so hard inside of me, and then I cry out as I feel his hot, sticky cum pumping deep inside of me. His hips grind up into me, his cock buried so deep in my ass as he shoots rope after rope of his cum deep inside, until we slowly come to a panting, shaking stop.
I melt into him, gasping and just inhaling the scent of him and feeling the warmth of him. I can feel his pulse racing through his skin, his hands holding me so tight and yet so gently as I slowly come down.
He slides out of me, silencing my slight wince with a kiss before he suddenly sweeps me up in his arms and stands. He kisses me gently as we step across the office to a doorway I didn’t see before. He opens it with a button on the wall, and wordlessly carries me through to the sweeping staircase that leads up.
“Where are we—”
“Home, angel. And there, I’m going to show you more than you’ve ever even dreamed.”
Chapter 8
Damien
Upstairs, I wrap her in a thick, white robe and ring for Lorne, my trusted manservant. Or butler. Whatever, either word sounds antiquated, but suffice to say, Lorne runs my household. He’s fiercely loyal, unquestioning, and understands the way I work.
Also, gay as pride parade, which means I don’t have to worry about killing him if he looks at Lyra, or if he gets tempted to put his hands on her.
“Evening, sir.”
Lorne doesn’t blink at the sight of the much younger girl wrapped in a robe, gingery hair tousled and messy, standing in my living room when he enters, or of me buttoning my tuxedo shirt back up.
Good man.
“Lorne, would you please show Ms. Goddard to my chambers?”
She turns, her brow going up as she watches me re-tie my bowtie. “Wait, aren’t you coming?”
“Yes, angel,” I murmur, pulling her into me and kissing her softly. “But I need to go end this damn party first. Wait for me, and make no mistake, I’ll be joining you soon.”
She nods, biting her lip, her big blue eyes shining up at me. And for a moment, I’m not sure I can even step away for a second. Looking at my angel and feeling the way her innocent eyes just seem to pierce right through to the heart of me, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to leave her side.
“Hurry back,” she whispers, winking at me.
“Show her where the bath is, Lorne.”
“Absolutely, sir.”
I turn back and take Lyra in my arms, kissing her softly.
“It’s Worthington, by the way,” she says quietly.
I arch a brow and she grins.
“My last name. Goddard is Bill’s last name, and I—” She makes a face. “Well, I kept Worthington.”
“It suits you,” I murmur. “Now enjoy your bath. I’ll be joining you soon.”
“You better,” she says quietly, blushing.
Back downstairs, the party is starting to go off the fucking rails. The only ones left are the more hard-partying traders — my guys and Bill’s, though at least mine are handling themselves with a bit more decorum than the newcomers from Regent. I glance around the place, and my eyes lock onto Bill himself, who’s shitfaced, yelling and slurring at the poor bartender and half falling over.
I grit my teeth.
I can understand the need to cut loose. And I understand that people working in the world of high finance need ways of stepping outside themselves from time to time and having a good time. But one thing I do not tolerate is sloppiness like this. All of my team knows that. Bill and his new guys apparently don’t.
For the hundredth time, I think to myself that this deal better be fucking worth it to have to deal with an asshole like Bill.
I grab the attention of my head of security and nod him over.
“Party’s over,” I growl. I nod at Bill. “And have someone bring that asshole home. Tie him up if you have to.”
My security guy grins, but he also understands what I mean. When I say this party is over, I don’t mean, “let it play down nice and slow.” He knows I mean it’s over as in right the fuck now. I’m not one for subtlety, and tonight I’ve got even less of it, what with my angel waiting upstairs for me.
I groan to myself, thinking of her waiting in a bath for me, her soft skin glowing pink from the heat and steam.
Yeah, these people need to get the fuck out, now. I want them gone. I want them out of my goddamn world right now. Because all I want is to go back to Lyra and taste every inch of her skin. I want to go back to slowly laying my claim on her.
I watch my security guy head off, radioing in for the others to help clear the place out. I shake my head as I take a deep breath, steadying myself before I turn to make my way back to my quarters.
My need for her is all consuming. She ignites something in me that I’ve literally never felt before — not even close. I wasn’t lying before when I said I didn’t have time for women with the career I’ve had. I don’t, and I haven’t in years. Her assumptions of me were built on tabloid news - that I have a different girl in my bed every night.
But the truth is, I don’t waste my time with worthlessness. The truth is, I’v
e been waiting or something like Lyra my whole life - Something to make me come alive inside. And for once, I’m thinking of more than business, and more than how to snipe the competition.
I all but physically throw the lingering people out of my way as I head for the elevator that will take me upstairs.
To her
To my angel.
Because right now, she’s all I want. Hell, forget “right now.” She’s all I ever want.
And now, it’s time to make her mine.
Chapter 9
Damien
She exactly how I wanted her when I get back upstairs — naked, pink-skinned, and laying in my big sunken bath.
Perfect.
A little angel in white bubbles. So young, so inexperienced, so tempting. So ready to be claimed. She’s a delicate flower ready to be plucked, and knowing that she’s all mine and only mine makes me groan. My cock lurches at being her first — at taking that gift of hers. I imagine how damn perfect she’ll feel when I sink inside for the first time — how silken and tight she’ll be, slowly stretching to take every inch of the only cock she’ll ever know.
“How is it?”
She opens her eyes, smiling when she sees me standing in the bathroom doorway.
“It’s lovely.”
Her eyes dip down my body, and she blushes when her eyes land on my thick, hard cock.
Oh, right, I’ve already ditched my clothes.
I step towards her, and slowly climb in. She swims into me, and I pull her into my lap, kissing her hungrily. Lyra whimpers, kissing me back and gasping as she feels my hands sliding over her. My hand between her legs, like I can’t get enough, and when I slide my fingers through her soft, pouty pussy lips, she moans so sweetly.
“Does that feel good, baby girl?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“Yes, what?”
She whimpers, her breath catching.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I groan, my cock throbbing against her.
“Tell Daddy what feels good.”
Lyra’s breath catches again, and even with how hot and steamy the bath is, I can feel her nipples hardening against my chest.
“It feels so good when you rub my pussy, Daddy.”
“Are you hurt from earlier?”
She bites her lip, nodding. “Only a little bit.”
“Let me make you feel better, angel.”
She moans as I kiss her deeply, but then I pull away. I slide her off my lap and gently guide her to where I need her. I face her against the edge of the sunken tub, and when I start to bend her over, she whimpers, knowing what I’m after. Her elbows go to the side of the tub, and when she arches her back and raises that tight little ass up in the air, I groan.
“Good girl,” growl hungrily, my eyes drinking her in and my cock pulsing with the need to sink inside of her.
I move behind her, kissing down her spine until I get to my prize. I scoop water up with my hands, letting it trickle over her perfect skin, washing away the bubbles. She sighs, arching her back more for me, and I can feel the animal inside of me roar. My eyes lock onto her sweet little pink pussy, captured tight between her thighs with her legs together like this — so gorgeous and fresh looking, and right above it, her sweet, tight, forbidden asshole.
I don’t even try and stop myself as I reach down and wrap a hand around my cock as I drink her in.
“Relax, baby girl,” I whisper.
I move in, groaning as I let my tongue run over her pussy. She whimpers, moaning softly as I hold her where I want her and slowly push my tongue inside of her. I tease her little clit, making her squirm and gasp before I drag my tongue higher and taste more of her honey.
I move higher, and when my tongue slides over her tightly puckered ass, Lyra cries out. My hand moves between her legs, my thumb rubbing her clit as I swirl my tongue over her ring. I lick her slowly, my aim to make her feel like the queen she is, but also to soothe where I may have hurt her before when I claimed her ass.
“Better?” I growl, rubbing her clit in slow circles.
“Yesss, Daddy,” she purrs, sighing quietly. I move my mouth back to her, and she cries out as my tongue drags from her pussy up to her ass. I groan into her, my hand pumping my thick cock under the water while the other grabs her ass and spreads her wide for me. I push my tongue deeper, teasing in and out and fucking her little ass with it as I stroke my cock in time. My muscles ripple, and I can feel my balls swelling with the need to release. A part of me — a very large part of me — wants to stand and ease my cock into this ass all over again, until I empty balls deep inside of her.
But right now is for her. Right now is for worshiping my angel and making her come for me. Because after this?
…After this, I’ll be claiming the rest of her.
I begin to lick her faster, and deeper — my thumb rubbing circles over her clit as my tongue swirls over her ass. Lyra’s high, soft moans fill the large bathroom, echoing off the walls as I coax her body higher and higher. I growl into her, my hand still pumping my cock. I know I’m close but I can barely hang onto my sanity with my mouth on her like this.
My tongue pushes deep, my thumb rolls over her clit, and suddenly, my little angel screams as the orgasm shatters through her. Her head tosses back, her gingery red tangles cascading down her back as she moans out her release.
Slowly, I draw her back into me, sinking us both into the tub with her on my lap. She’s panting, gasping for air as I wrap my arms around her, soothing her, and stroking her skin as she comes down. She nestled back into me, sighing contentedly.
And damn I could live in this moment forever. The raw emotions that I feel for this girl are like nothing I’ve ever even conceived of. I want to possess her, of course — to make her mine and only mine, forever. But it’s not just a selfish need to have her either. It’s also that I have this caveman need to protect her, and provide for her, and give her the fucking world on a platter.
And then, there’s the need to breed her.
That one in particular roars to the surface as I feel her soft little body tight to my muscled, edged one. I don’t just want to claim her innocence, I want to replace it with something else: my seed. I want to ease my way inside her sweet, tight, untouched pussy, and I want to empty every drop of my cum inside of her, over and over and over until neither of us can walk. And I want to keep doing that until it takes, and until her belly swells with our child.
The point is, I don’t just want Lyra for her innocence, or just because no man’s ever had her before.
…I want her because there’s nothing else in this world I want more, and there’s no one else I could imagine spending the rest of my life with, and fathering children with.
I can feel her pulse beating more of a normal pace against my skin, and I shake myself from my fantasies to nuzzle her neck.
“So, that was incredible,” she murmurs, giggling as I nip at her neck.
“I agree, you have an incredible ass.”
She blushes, playfully splashing me with bathwater.
“You know what I meant.”
“I do, angel,” I murmur, kissing her cheek. She melts into me, when suddenly, I see the corners of her lips turn up. She reaches back, and I growl as I feel her small fingers wrap around my throbbing erection.
“Oh now what’s this I’ve found?”
“That, baby girl,” I growl into her ear. “That’s all for you.”
She turns, biting her lip as her eyes meet mine.
“I— I want it. I mean, I’m ready for it. With you.”
My lips crash into hers, and when she moans, I kiss her all the harder.
No more waiting. Hell, I’ve been waiting my whole damn life for this girl, and I won’t waste another minute of this life where I’m not sliding my cock between her legs.
Chapter 10
Lyra
He wraps me in big fuzzy towel, drying me before scooping me into his arms. I feel so small, so protected being held by him l
ike this — so loved and taken care of.
He kisses me as he carries me into his bedroom — a huge vaulted-ceiling room with enormous windows looking out over the entire city. Gently, Damien lays me down on his bed, draping me across soft, dark blue sheets that tease my naked skin so wonderfully.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his eyes drinking me in as he moves over me. His arm muscles ripple and bulge as he lowers himself, letting his lips crush against mine as I kiss him hungrily. His mouth moves away, dropping to my neck, trailing more kisses down to my earlobe. I gasp as his teeth and his tongue and his lips tease over my ear, down my neck, and across my collarbone, making my body ache for him.
He covers me with his much bigger body, enveloping me in his warmth and his rippling muscles as he moves lower. His mouth trails down over the swell of my breasts, his hands pushing my hair out of the way as his lips fasten around a soft pink nipple. It hardens in his mouth, his tongue teasing it to a little point and making me moan.
Damien moves lower, hands cupping my breasts and sliding down my sides. He pushes my legs wide apart, and when I feel his breath against my thigh, I shiver.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” Damien growls, and I moan as I feel his tongue drag over my lips. He pushes it deep, tasting me and teasing at my opening before moving up to my clit. His lips fasten around it, and when that tongue of his swirls over the eager nub, I cry out into the darkness of the bedroom.
He moves away, and for a minute I want to beg him not to stop, but suddenly he’s pulling me on top of him, my legs spread. His big hands cup my ass, and I gasp as he pulls me up his body, until my knees are on either side of his head. I gasp, looking down at him and meeting his piercing, heated gaze. His hands stroke my ass, and he turns his head to plant kisses up my thighs.
“I want you to ride my tongue, baby girl,” he growls, pulling me down to his mouth. “And I want to taste when you come for me.”