His Nasty Virgin

“Don’t move.” Shane rises to his feet and stalks out of the room. I don’t have time to wonder if this is all one terrible mistake before he’s back, my purse in his hands. He tosses it next to me. “Phone.”

I dig it out with shaking hands, unlock it, and pass it over. Shane considers me and then jerks his chin to the couch. “Sit in the corner.”

I obey, moving awkwardly. I lean back against the corner of the couch and spread my legs before he can command me to do it. His tight smile is reward enough. “Good girl.” He stands again and flips on the lights in the living room and turns off the TV. Somehow I feel even more exposed than I have so far tonight as Shane kneels back between my thighs and lifts my phone. “The trees will keep the neighbors from getting nosy.”

“Too bad,” I murmur. I reach up and back to grip the couch. “I think they’d like the show.”

“No doubt.” He pushes the button to start the camera, panning it across my lower body. “Needy pussy. Look how wet and plump you are.” Shane drags two fingers down my slit, parting me obscenely. “So fucking needy. You want my cock, but you don’t get it yet, do you? You haven’t earned it yet.” He pushes a single finger into me and then joins it with a second. “You going to take my cock just as eagerly as you take my fingers?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. I watch him slowly slide his fingers in and out of me until they’re coated with my wetness, until they shine in the camera on my phone.

“That’s right. Watch your Daddy fuck you with his fingers like the dirty little slut you are.” He hardly sounds like himself, his voice going rough and edged. “I think you can take another one.” He wedges a third finger into me. It’s almost too much, and I can’t stop the whimper that escapes my lips.

Shane gives me a sharp look. “You take what I give you. Do you hear me? You take my three fingers, and you say thank you when I make you come again.”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Panic and desire wind through me. I want what he’s telling me, but I can’t possibly. “I can’t.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” He drives his fingers into me hard, bowing my back, but before I can adjust, he withdraws and grabs my chin the same way he did in the kitchen, shoving two fingers deep. I’m vaguely aware of the phone pointed at my face, but my attention is consumed by him, by the brutal look on his face. He fucks my mouth with his fingers, forcing me to taste myself there, forcing me to acknowledge that I’m just as much a dirty little slut as I’m pretending to be.

That maybe I’m not pretending at all.

I gag hard, and only then does he slide his fingers out of my mouth, slowly, reminding me who’s in charge with both his pace and his remaining grip on my chin. “What did you say to me?” he repeats softly.

There are tears on my face, but I feel like I’m on fire as I stare at him. I slowly lick my lips. “Yes, Daddy.” My voice is hoarse. It’s strange to talk around his grasp digging into my chin. “I’ll take your fingers and thank you when you make me come again.”

Shane’s gaze drops to my lips and then he drags me to his mouth.

I have spent far longer than I’ll ever admit wondering what it would be like to be kissed by this man. Fantasy doesn’t come close to reality. There’s no tentativeness, certainly no gentleness. He takes my mouth like a conquering king, forcing me wide to allow his tongue, angling me exactly where he wants me. He fucking plunders me. Somehow the kiss is just as erotic as everything we’ve done so far, only made more so that I can taste evidence of myself all over his tongue. I’m all over

him.

I forget about the camera. I forget about everything except my need for him. I drag my mouth from his and sob against his lips. “Please fuck me. I need you.”

Shane exhales harshly against my mouth. “There are condoms in the bathroom cabinet. Go get them.”

I don’t question his order. I simply obey, climbing to my feet and hurrying into the small downstairs bathroom to get a string of condoms. When I get back to the living room, he’s on the couch and pulling his cock out. I stop short.

Holy shit, he’s huge. Like really, really huge. “Whoa.”

Shane gives me his arrogant grin. “Get over here and get on your Daddy’s cock like a good little girl.”

He grabs the condoms from me and rips one open, rolling it over his length as I watch. I can’t catch my breath, can’t do anything but move to straddle him and shiver as he notches his cock at my entrance. I half expect him to drive up into me, but Shane sits back and lets me make this choice. As if I had any other destination in mind when I showed up here tonight. Somehow, through all the hazy reasoning that put me on this path, I never expected to enjoy myself so much.

I let gravity make the choice for me, sinking slowly onto his length. Except that only goes so far. He’s too big to slide in with a single stroke the first time, and I’m left panting and writhing and trying to take him deeper. “God, that feels good.”

“Take it all.” His hands on my hips, slowly, inexorably dragging me down until I’m sure I can feel him in the back of my throat. “There you go.” He sounds almost kind, almost caring, as he impales me on his cock. Shane hooks the back of my neck and then his mouth is on mine again, kissing me like he needs me more than air to breathe.

I fight my way up his cock and then resume my journey, fucking him slowly until my body accommodates, and then moving faster. The rest of the scene registers in between slow blinks. The fact that he’s still fully clothed. How naked I am by comparison. It’s like a continuation of our power dynamic, but I can’t tell if I’m the tempting siren or the submissive. I don’t know which I want to be.

“You’ve wanted this cock a long time, haven’t you?” His voice rips me out of my daze. “Walking around my house in those little teases of outfits, bending over a little too far so I almost see your pretty pussy. You wanted to tempt me.”

“Maybe,” I whisper. “I liked the way you looked at me. I liked thinking about being bad with you.” I never would have done it if things didn’t come to this point… At least, I don’t think I would have. But that doesn’t stop us from spinning out our unforgivable fantasy. I brace my hands on his shoulders and grind down hard on his cock. “I didn’t have to walk in a towel from the bathroom to his room. I didn’t have to slow down every time I walked past your bedroom like that.”

“I know.” He tightens his grip on my hips, urging me to move faster.

“I almost dropped the towel once.” I don’t even know if it’s the truth. I don’t care. “Just to see how you’d react.” I can almost picture it, my new version of the events that day, of catching sight of him in his bedroom, watching me with those dark eyes, pinning me in place. Of letting the towel fall… “What would you have done?”

“Told you to come into my bedroom and shut the door.” He yanks me down on his cock, holding himself deep inside me. “Don’t lock it, though. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it? To be dirty and to be bad and to fuck me when you shouldn’t.”

“I’m not the only one who wants to be dirty and bad, am I?” I lean down and lick the shell of his ear. “I’m not the one fucking my son’s ex-fiance right now, am I? I’m not the one who stood a little too close, who watched me a little too intensely, who licked his lips every time my skirt slid a little too high.”

“Yeah, well, it’s my cock you’re riding right now. Not his.” He hooks me around the waist and tumbles me back onto the couch. That’s when I see my phone, carefully positioned to catch the perfect shot to see his cock slide into me. It’s an even better angle now, my body splayed out as he holds himself up and drives into me. Putting on a show for the camera. I can perfectly see my breasts shake with the force of every thrust, can see his cock, slick with my desire, disappearing into me, spreading my pussy with his width. “Who’s cock do you need, baby girl?” he grinds out. “Say it.”

I meet my own gaze in the camera. I have never, ever done anything like this before. Apparently this weekend will be one of firsts. I intentionally look away from my phone, look up to find him staring down at me as if he wants to draw forth every filthy fantasy from my head. I hold his gaze as I say, “Your cock, Daddy. I need your cock.”