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EIGHT

Daphne

When Dutch flipped me over like a blow-up doll and started at me again like some feral dog, I thought I was going to pass out.

With every thrust, stars danced in my eyes.

Air rushed from my lungs.

My body was pushed to the edge.

And I’m standing on the edge still.

And he’s still rock-hard.

He’s in charge and I love it. Love his power, his confidence, his experience. “Head down, arch your back. I need in there deep, baby.”

He’s already fucking his first round of cum in and out of me. His grunts intensify, his breathing tightens. The next delivery of his hot, sticky finish is coming soon. And I can’t wait.

Part of me knows that my utter irresponsibility in this moment should horrify me.

But it doesn’t. Not at all. I’m so turned on I’m not sure I’ll ever come down from this high. This sexy, steamy, yes-oh-yes high.

I turn my head, feeling the soft towels on the side of my face as his hips slap against my ass cheeks, his impossibly-huge dick seeming even bigger in this position and the weight of his hanging bull balls give my clit a slap with each forward thrust.

I just… I love this.

That same responsible, sensible part of me thinks I should feel dirty, or cheap, or short-changed—giving up my cherry to Dutch here in this closet on the floor. But like he said, we’re making memories. And this is one memory I will never forget.

Though I’m pretty sure the part about grandpa railing grandma for the first time won’t make it into the story we tell our grandchildren.

He adjusts his hips and a pulse of need shoots down my thighs. “God, Dutch, you’re deeper. How is that possible?”

He slides in what feels like another six inches, straight up into my belly as I turn my head just enough to catch his eyes, finding them focused completely on me. His lips are pulled back, showing his teeth, like he’s about to take a bite out of me. His eyes dart up then meet mine.

No words needed.

He’s looking for my permission and I give it fully, reaching around, taking each of my ass cheeks and pulling myself apart. I raise my eyebrow. “Think you can go even deeper?”

“Son of a bitch,” he hisses, his face in a painful grimace. “Such a perfect good girl.”

He pulls out, then slams forward, tearing a ragged scream from my throat as my knees lift off the floor from the impact. He pulls out slowly, teasing me as I feel the head at my opening, my muscles clenched, begging him not to leave. Then, with a powerful burst, his hips drive forward, his huge, magnificent cock filling me, stretching me as I struggle to hold on to consciousness.

His hands rasp up my back, then grip my waist as I hear his painful groans from behind.

I wonder if I’m too tight around him. I wonder how he feels in this moment. “Am I hurting you?” I ask, the sting from him tearing through my virginity still sending darts of pain into my center.

“You hurting me? Fuck that. Impossible.” He shakes his head as I struggle with uneven breaths. He pounds in and out of me in long, ruthless strokes, making these primal grunting sounds as the tension in my belly twirls and tightens.

I’m stretched and full. Dutch pounds faster, faster. I’ve never felt more alive.

“You want more of me inside you? I’m never pulling out when it comes to you, baby. I’m going to fill you again and again until I take root.”

“Fuck, Dutch.” I clench my inner muscles. Parts of my body that I’ve never felt tighten are now taut and ready to break. “Please, yes, cum in me again. Inside me, I want to feel it again.”

He digs his big hands into my ass. Greedy and aggressive. “You like being my little fuck toy, don’t you? Dirty with me. Dripping. Reminded who you belong to.”

“God, yes.”

“Milk me then. Show me you deserve this cock.”

I scream out his name, the effort of the word making my throat hoarse and raw. He holds me steady as he thrusts in and out, like I’m an object that exists only for his pleasure. I love every curse word and filthy phrase, every slap of flesh on flesh, every moan.

My orgasm builds, builds, as I start to lose myself in the furious sprint toward my bliss.

“‘Milk me,’ I said.” He growls, landing a slap on my ass. Then another. The sting lights up some wonderful darkness inside of me. “Show me how much that little cum tease of yours wants what I’ve got.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, drawing my muscles tight, pulsing in time with the roars of his pleasure.

“Shit, baby, I’m so close. I can’t stop…”

My body ignites. “I’m coming, Dutch, I’m coming, please don’t stop!” I scream.

Heat engulfs me from head to toe as I feel his cock jerk inside me, hot seed releasing deep as I pant and cry out, shoving my body back as he holds himself against my cervix, pulsing and twitching as the orgasm flows through me.

He lets out this cocky masculine growl. “Squeeze, baby. Yessss…milk every drop.”

I imagine drawing his seed into me, milking him, milking him. Creamy cum painted all over my inner walls.

I’m so lost in it that I barely register the knock on the door as we ride out the waves of our climax.

But there it is again, harder now, interfering with this bliss. I suck in a harsh breath as I hear a click and Dutch pulls away, leaving my body in a gush of hot wetness. His hand darts out to push the door back, keeping it from opening, when an angry voice comes through.

“Hey, you two! There’s a fucking camera in there.”

Oh shit.

“You owe me for those fucking towels! And unless you want me to call the cops, get up, get dressed, clean that shit up and get the fuck out of there. Now.”