I wanted him to take me, to own my body they way that he owned my soul. Conner caressed me softly in an embrace and our lips met in the most sensual passion. I’d fallen hard for those hungry blue eyes, and when they seemed to be asking for permission I smiled and gave him a gentle nod.
HIs hands made their way beneath my blouse and they caressed the skin as he pulled the fabric up and over my head. Goosebumps rose like mountains on my arms as a shiver followed his touch. His fingers ran through my hair and traced my neck as his lips followed their passionate trail.
Lifting me and carrying me in his arms Conner took me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed, standing over me looking down on my bare body.
“It has been a long time that I’ve been planning this day Katya, the first day our lives together as one. I still can’t believe that I almost lost you… Never again,” he proclaimed sternly.
He crawled into the bed on top of me and he showered my naked skin with his kisses. I undressed him as he explored me until it was just skin that kept our bodies from molding into one.
“Take me Conner.” I pleaded softly, my body aching for his.
His knees moved between my thighs and he spread me open as he gently pressed his shaft against my innocence.
“Softly,” I whispered.
I felt every inch of him, bare and rock hard, as it spread me in two. Conners' eyes never left mine as he slowly pushed through my cherry. Deep inside of my belly our connection was forever sealed with a gift that I could never give to any other man but him.
“I’m yours now baby, take me how you want me,” I encouraged.
The heat and pleasure of his cock as it slowly began to pick up speed and settle on a steady rhythm made me moan. I’d known that sex was supposed to be fun, but this, with him, it was utter bliss. I cried for him to give me more, I wanted to feel him deeper.
His strong grip pulled my hips up and into the air as he drilled his cock hard into the pit of my stomach. I could feel his pulse deep within me, quickening with every passionate thrust.
“Don’t stop baby. Don’t ever stop.” I cried as he let out a guttural moan.
My body arched as his hands pulled my from the back. His hips had picked up the pace and I met his thrusts equally with bucking hips. I pushed him back as I heard his breath growing ragged.
“Not yet.” I told him.
I rolled over, pushing him down onto the bed on his back. His cock stood at attention as he stared up at me wondering what I was up to.
“Mmmm… What are you up to you?” He asked, his eyes drunk with lust.
His skin glistened with a faint trace of sweat. I drank the sight of him momentarily. He was absolutely gorgeous, and now, I knew, he was mine. His ruffled brown hair complimented his deep blue green eyes. I’d seen those eyes a million times, but never like this. It was like I was looking at someone entirely different than the boy I’d lived with for over four years. He was a man now, and I was looking into his soul, into his heart even, and here he was looking back.
Crawling to my knees I straddled him. I felt his hardness against me as I let my hips softly press into him. His hand ran up into my hair and our mouths met. The taste of salt met with my tongue as we kissed. Not letting our lips part I arched my back and reached for his stiffness. I wanted his bare shaft inside of me again. I’d been fantasizing about this moment for months now, and I wasn’t going to stop until I’d satisfied my cravings. His hips gave a little thrust as his lips curled into a smile.
A smile that I knew would be looking back at me, forever.
I rocked slowly down on him as I sat up. I could feel every inch of his thick cock as it slowly spread me open. Letting out a soft gasp I closed my eyes. This was better than I’d ever fantasized, this was real, flesh and lust, passion.
“Please… Don’t stop. Ever.” I softly pleaded as his hips rocked me hard from below.
I could feel him growing tense as my own body began to vibrate.
“I’m not wearing a condom Katya, are you sure you want this?” Conner asked as he sweated with the effort of not cumming.
“Cum for me baby.” I cried, not wanting him to stop, and not worried about the consequences.
As the words left my mouth my body began to shake, images of a dark haired baby boy flashing through my brain. His baby, our baby.
“Make a baby inside of me Conner, cum for me.”
Conner's strong hips picked up the steam and in three rough thrusts our bodies were suddenly wracked with convulsions. Electricity exploded from the cock deep within me and down to my toes.
“Oh god,” I gasped as I felt him filling me with the last drops of his love. We were one now, and forever.
Punishing The Brat
At what point does a girl become a woman? I had always thought it was when the law called you an adult. But eighteen had come and went and I had remained the same. I was the typical, helpless, needy, selfish, and naïve girl I had been my entire life. It wasn’t until today, three years later that I was about to truly become a woman.
I stared silently at his muscular chest as he approached me. He’d warned me about my behavior, and he told me that I would be punished if I didn’t shape up. I always knew how to push his buttons, and when I reminded him that he wasn’t my real dad, it set him off. He’d lifted me up, right there in his office and put me over his knee. And he didn’t quit spanking me until I was begging him to stop. I told him I would do anything that he wanted, and suddenly his spanking stopped.
He flipped me with ease and placed me on his large mahogany desk. His eyes burned as he told me that I wasn’t to move, nor make a sound. When he left me in his office I thought about running out the door, but daddy had his limits, and I knew that I had already crossed the line. My body wasn’t willing to disobey him again, and as he came back into view, bare chested, my heart began to pound.
“What I want you to do, Brittany, is show daddy just how well you can take orders. Open your mouth.”
I took a deep breath, trembling as I slowly did as he said. I knew it was bad, but my entire body came to life with electricity and desire. I wanted him to take me any way he pleased, even if it meant giving up the virginity that I’d been guarding for oh so long.
“Yes daddy,” I whispered softly as my body obeyed.
It didn’t matter that the blouse cut perfectly down my chest and exposed just the right amount of cleavage. Nor did it matter that the red pencil skirt was exactly fitted to my curvy hips. I felt mortified by my reflection because he’d planned it all. I should have been impressed by the fact that everything was so perfect, right down to the exact fit on the tall black pumps. But instead, I was only annoyed.
I grabbed my purse, making my way to the door as my heels clacked loudly against the hardwood floor. Perhaps daddy was right. He’d spoiled me too much for my own good, but then, it had never been a problem before, and I didn’t understand why he’d been so upset when he’d seen the credit card bills.
My mother had remarried when I was just fifteen. We had always lived comfortably, my mother was a nurse and she did her best to give us all that we’d ever wanted or needed. But when she met Blake, it was different. He owned one of the biggest financial investment firms in all of Arizona, and he’d come to enjoy the finer things in life.
It wasn’t hard getting used to fancy cars and luxury, what was hard to get used to however, was his dictatorial style. He’d made it clear that I was to go to college from the moment that we’d moved in and he’d started to play the daddy role. I’d found it irritating; and reminded him as frequently as possible that he wasn’t my father and that he’d really no business trying to pretend to be.