Page 7 of His to Watch
"Say it again," I demand, nipping at her pulse point, feeling it race beneath my lips.
"Jerald," she repeats, breathier this time, her small hands clutching at my shoulders.
"No." I pull back, looking into those big doe eyes clouded with confusion and arousal. "Not Jerald. Not for you. Not tonight." I run my thumb across her swollen bottom lip. "Who am I to you?”
Understanding dawns in her expression, followed by a flush that spreads from her cheeks down her neck. She swallows hard, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
"D-Daddy," she whispers, the word sending a jolt straight to my cock.
"Good girl," I praise, rewarding her with another bruising kiss. “You know damn well I’m your daddy.”
Her whimper of response is all the encouragement I need. I stand in one fluid movement, lifting her like she weighs nothing, turning to place her on the worn break room couch. She looks up at me with wide eyes as I tower over her, my intentions clear in every line of my body.
"I'm going to unwrap you now," I tell her, my voice barely recognizable even to myself—rough, animalistic. "Been dreaming of this for too fucking long."
Her hands tremble as they rise to the buttons of her prim blouse, but I catch her wrists, pinning them gently to her sides.
"No. Mine to unwrap. Mine to discover." I lower myself to my knees between her legs, bringing me closer to eye level with her despite the difference in our sizes. "You just sit there and be a good girl for me. Let daddy take care of everything.”
Her breath catches, but she nods, hands falling limply to her sides as I reach for the first button of her blouse. Each one reveals another inch of creamy skin, another glimpse of the plain cotton bra beneath. Nothing fancy or provocative—just practical, modest underwear. Somehow, that turns me on even more. So innocent. So unprepared for what I'm about to do to her.
I push the blouse from her shoulders, revealing arms as delicate as the rest of her, shoulders narrow enough that my hands could wrap around them twice. My mouth waters at the sight of her small breasts straining against simple white cotton, nipples visibly hard beneath the thin fabric.
"Beautiful," I murmur, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra with practiced ease. She gasps as I pull it away, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest. "No hiding from me," I growl, gently but firmly pulling her arms away. "Let Daddy see what's his."
Her breasts are perfect—small, perky, with dusky pink nipples that beg for my mouth. I lean forward, capturing one between my lips, groaning at the taste of her skin. She cries out, back arching, pushing herself further into my mouth.
"Sensitive," I observe, flicking my tongue across the hardened peak before moving to give its twin the same attention. "So good for me."
Her head falls back as I worship her breasts, little mewling sounds escaping her that drive me fucking insane. My cock throbs painfully, demanding release, but I ignore it. This first time is about claiming her properly, making sure she knows exactly who she belongs to now.Worshippingher like the dog that I am.
I trail kisses down her stomach as my hands work the zipper of her skirt, tugging it down her legs along with her sensible tights. She lifts her hips to help, lost in the sensations I'm creating. When she's left in nothing but simple cotton panties, I sit back on my heels to admire the view.
"This perfect little body was made for me to breed, wasn't it?" The words come unbidden, my darkest fantasies spilling out. To my surprise, she moans in response, hips shifting restlessly against the couch. "You want that, little girl? Want Daddy to fill you up? Put my baby in you?"
She whimpers, eyes squeezed shut, cheeks flaming. Not denial. Embarrassment at how much the filthy words affect her.
I hook my fingers into her panties, slowly dragging them down her legs, revealing her pussy inch by inch. Pink, perfect, glistening with arousal, and—I groan aloud—completely bare. My mouth waters at the sight.
"Look at you," I breathe, running one finger through her folds, collecting her wetness. "So fucking wet for Daddy already."
Her hips buck against my touch, seeking more. I press one thick finger against her entrance, feeling the resistance there, the tightness that confirms what I've suspected.
"No one's had you before," I state, not a question. Her eyes fly open, meeting mine with naked vulnerability. "Tell me."
"N-no," she admits in a small voice. "I've never…no one's ever..."
Savage satisfaction roars through me. "Mine," I growl, standing to strip off my uniform shirt, then unbuckling my belt with deliberate slowness. "All fucking mine."
Her eyes widen as I unzip my pants, pushing them down along with my boxers, my cock springing free—thick, heavy, intimidatingly large even to women with experience. For her virgin body, it will be a challenge.
"I don't know if—" she starts, anxiety creeping into her voice as she takes in my size.
"You can," I assure her, lowering myself over her, my massive frame dwarfing her on the couch. "You will. You were made for me, little girl. Made to take Daddy's cock."
I capture her mouth again, kissing her deeply as I position myself between her thighs. My cock slides through her wetness, coating itself in her arousal, making her gasp and writhe beneath me.
"Gonna stuff you so full, little girl," I promise against her lips, positioning my head at her entrance. "You'll be dripping my cum for days."
