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Oliver

Jenna holds onto me tightly, her hips grinding against my front as I carry her up the stairs to my bedroom. I don’t even think she’s conscious of what she’s doing, her body chasing the pleasure she desires and relying on its base instincts to do it. With the way she’s acting, I bet she’s never even had an orgasm before.

Once I get her into my bedroom, I settle her on the edge of my bed. I cup her face in my hand, noting how small her face is compared to it. Then, I lean forward and kiss her gently.

“Daddy’s going to take care of everything,” I assure her, loving the way her eyes glaze over when I call myself that. “You just sit back and let me make you feel good.”

I wait until I hear that sweet voice of hers say, “Okay, daddy.”

God, it shouldn’t turn me on hearing her say that, but it does. And clearly, she loves it too. So, it looks like the two of us are diving into the deep end together.

Together. I fucking love the sound of that.

I lean in, kissing her reverently. She relaxes into the contact, her hands grabbing onto my wrists as I caress the hem of her soft t-shirt. Her touch slides up as my hands drift under the fabric. Beneath my fingertips, the muscles of her abdomen jump. When I break the kiss to pull the shirt over her head, she lifts her arms to help me.

The shirt falls to the floor at my feet, and I take a moment to admire the newly revealed skin. She’s gorgeous. A smattering of freckles is laid across her shoulders. There’s a dusting of them atop the swell of her breasts. I can’t stop myself from leaning down to press kisses to each of them.

“My gorgeous girl,” I tell her, my fingers dancing up and down her sides. “These clothes need to come off so I can see the rest of your perfect body.”

Jenna nods eagerly, leaning in for another kiss. I’m so hard I can barely stand up straight, but Jenna deserves my patience. I’d give her anything in the entire world, and I get to show her that tonight.

This time, when our lips meet, the kiss is messy. She’s desperate for more, though I suspect she wouldn’t be able to articulate what she wants. Knowing that drives me crazy. I’m in control of her pleasure. She’s trusting me to take good care of her, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

I’m going to make her feel so incredible that she’s ruined for any other man. Not that there’s ever going to be another man.

I use my height to guide her backwards onto the bed without breaking the kiss. Once she’s lying down, I reach for the waistband of her black sweatpants. As if reading my mind, she lifts her hips to help me strip them from her body. They come off easily, her underwear going alone with them.

Her low-cut sports bra is the last thing standing in my way. Jenna senses it before I do, sitting up and stripping it from her chest. Then, she tosses it to the side, giggling against my lips.

“Fuck,” I curse into her mouth. I lean away, my eyes racking over her body. “You’re beautiful, Jenna.”

Beautiful is an understatement. This woman is without a doubt the most perfect creature to ever walk this earth. She’s adorned with freckles everywhere, the marks laying out a map of every single place I want to kiss her. They contrast so beautifully against her milky skin that I find myself attempting to write love poems in my head to try to express how I feel about her.

I reach forward, tweaking her hard, dusty pink nipples as I continue devouring her with my gaze. Beneath her skin, there’s lean muscle, the signs that she’s an athlete too. I try not to dwell on what that means for our activities in the bedroom, but I have a feeling she’ll give me a run for my money.

Pinching the nubs between my fingers and drawing a breathy gasp out of her, I put my mouth on her neck and suck a bruise there, then I let my gaze drift lower. Her thighs are strong, and her legs are long. Nestled between those gorgeous legs is a sight that makes my mouth water.

Her pussy is dripping wet and light pink. There’s a dusting of red hair above it – freshly trimmed, like she was anticipating this happening. I move to my knees, eager to taste her sweetness. Jenna whines, grinding down into my touch. My cock aches, needing attention, needing to be inside of her.

I take my hand away, drinking up the needy noise that Jenna makes in response. With precision, I rip my shirt off and throw it off to the side. Then, I lean in, running my tongue through her folds as I start to work myself out of my jeans.

My hands fumble with the belt buckle and the button. I’m too taken by how good she tastes. She’s better than those expensive wines my teammates always buy. Her tangy, slightly sweet nectar coats my tongue as I eat her out. Above me, she moans for me, moans for her daddy.

I keep going until she’s shaking, flicking my tongue over her clit and groaning with pleasure each time her breath hitches. I know she’s getting close, but I’m selfish. I want her to cum with my cock inside her. I want what I think will be her first orgasm to be given to her by my cock.

My chest heaving, I force myself away from her sweetness. As I’m kicking my pants off, I tell her, “Get further up on the bed for me, little girl.”

Jenna stays where she is for a moment, and when I look at her face, I see the reason. Her eyes are locked on my aching member. I grin, knowing I’m bigger than average.

“It’s okay, baby,” I tell her, guiding her back onto the pillows. “Daddy’s going to make you feel so good. I’ll fit in your tight little pussy.”

She nods as she settles in. Then, as she spreads her legs for me, she asks, “Will it hurt?”

“It might,” I admit, stroking her outer thigh softly. I won’t lie to her. No matter what, even if the truth is ugly and painful, I won’t lie to her. “But it won’t last long. It’ll start feeling good before you know it.”

“Okay,” she says, giving me a devastatingly beautiful smile. “I trust you.”

“Good,” I reply before leaning back in to kiss her again.

As I kiss her, I use one elbow to hold myself up. With my free hand, I reach between my legs, pumping my cock and groaning at the sensation. I’ve been aching since our little meeting in the locker room. I’ve needed her all day long, but I haven’t allowed myself to jerk off.

I rest the tip of my length against her opening, running it teasingly through her folds as I place my forehead against hers. As I push inside of her slowly, I maintain eye contact. I watch the way her face contorts, the slight pinching of her brows as the first inch breeches her, the way her features relax as I plunge further inside.

“Breathe for me, little girl,” I say, pressing a kiss to her cheek as I sink all the way in.

She inhales deeply, and when she exhales, the most erotic moan I’ve ever heard escapes her lips. I groan in return, pushing the rest of the way into her tight wetness. She feels so incredible around my length that I’m surprised I don’t cum right there.

I hold myself still, gathering myself while she adjusts. I’m thankful to have the excuse for the moment of respite. Then, when I don’t feel like I’m teetering on the edge of blowing my load, I roll my hips shallowly.

As I start a slow, teasing rhythm, I say, “Talk to me, little girl. Tell daddy how you feel.”

“You’re so–” she starts, hiccupping as I thrust into her. “You’re so big. Feels so good.”

“You like daddy’s cock, little girl?” I ask her, shuddering at the way her body reacts to the words.

“Yes,” she says, her short nails digging into my back. “So good, daddy.”

“I’m going to go faster now,” I say, kissing her hard before pulling back so I can watch her reactions.

“Please, daddy,” she practically screams, her voice pitching up as I start to pick up my pace.

I begin slamming into her ruthlessly, one word running through my mind as I do.

Mine .

Jenna is mine. The way she moans, the way she scratches at my skin, the way she utters the word “daddy”... all of it adds up to me having my hooks in her. No one else can have her, and I know that she doesn’t want anyone else.

“Oh!” she gasps as I change the angle of my hips slightly. “That’s… Oh my god.”

“I find your g-spot, baby?” I ask, driving my hips into that spot over and over again. “You gonna cum?”

“I think so,” Jenna whines, her pussy tightening around my length. “Daddy, I think so.”

“Just let it go,” I tell her, my own climax approaching quickly, threatening to slam into me at any point. “Let daddy make you feel good.”

My words seem to light her up, and she pulses around me. A high-pitched, broken whine escapes her lips. She holds onto me even tighter as wetness gushes from her.

Her orgasm seems to take over her whole body. I feel her legs twitch and hear her voice crack. She seems torn between pressing her hips up against me to meet my thrusts and pulling away before I overstimulate her. And, as she experiences this, I keep up my steady motion, working her through her pleasure.

I can’t hold it back any longer, and as the last tendrils of her orgasm work their way through her body, my own climax bowls over me. I grunt, her name on my lips. My cock twitches hard inside her, my balls squeezing before I empty my load into her pussy.

My rhythm stays steady as I fill her up. She whines, gasping as she feels me depositing my load into her tight pussy. With each thrust, I fuck my sperm deep into her. The tip of my cock pushes up against the edge of her cervix, and I find myself desperately hoping that she gets pregnant, that she swells up round and glowing with my child.

Once my pleasure subsides, I slip out of her gently. I pepper kisses all over her face, stroking her jaw gently with my thumb. Then, I lie on my side, pulling her against my chest.

“Wow,” she whispers, nestling in closer to me. “I– That was better than I thought it would be.”

“Only the best for you,” I say, tilting her head up for a kiss.

The only thing that goes through my mind as we kiss lazily is mine. This girl is mine.