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I push forward slowly, just the head breaching her tight entrance. She tenses, a small cry escaping her.
"Breathe," I command, stroking her hair with one hand while the other holds her hip steady. "Relax for Daddy."
She nods, taking a deep breath, her eyes locked on mine with a trust that makes my chest ache. I continue the slow push forward, feeling her body resist, then gradually yield to my invasion.
"That's it," I praise, watching her face for signs of too much pain. "Taking Daddy so beautifully."
When I reach her barrier, I pause, giving her one last chance to back out. "This is going to hurt," I warn honestly. "But then it gets so good, little girl. So fucking good."
She nods again, biting her lip. "I want it," she whispers. "I want you."
That's all I need to hear. I thrust forward in one powerful stroke, breaking through her virginity, seating myself halfway inside her. She cries out, tears springing to her eyes as her nails dig into my shoulders.
"Shh," I soothe, holding perfectly still though it's killing me. "Worst part's over. Daddy's got you."
I kiss away her tears, murmuring praise against her skin as her body adjusts to my intrusion. Slowly, the pain in her expression fades, replaced by curiosity, then need as I begin to move in shallow thrusts.
"So. Fucking. Tight," I growl, each word punctuated by a careful thrust. "Perfect little pussy gripping Daddy so good."
Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively, opening herself further to me, allowing me to sink deeper with each stroke. Thefeeling is indescribable—her virgin heat clenching around me, her body yielding to my possession.
I pick up the pace gradually, watching her face transform as pain gives way to pleasure. Her small gasps become moans, her body rising to meet my thrusts as natural instinct takes over.
"That's it," I encourage, driving deeper, still holding back from giving her my full length and power. "Take what Daddy gives you. Gonna fill this tight little pussy until you're round with my baby."
The breeding talk seems to ignite something in her. She moans louder, her inner walls clenching around me. "Please," she begs, though I doubt she even knows what she's begging for.
I know. I know exactly what her body needs.
"Mine," I growl, my thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. "All fucking mine now. No one else gets to have this. No one else gets to see you like this. Just Daddy."
The thought of anyone else touching her, seeing her spread out and taking cock like this, makes me feral with jealousy. I drive into her harder, claiming her with each thrust, marking her from the inside.
"Yes," she gasps, her head thrashing against the cushions. "Yours. Oh god, Jerald—Daddy—please!"
Her submission, her acceptance of my claim, breaks the last of my restraint. I hitch her legs higher around my waist and truly fuck her for the first time, giving her my full length, my full power, my full possession.
The worn break room couch creaks dangerously beneath us as I pound into her virgin pussy, claiming what should have always been mine. Her cries echo off the walls, her small body jolting with each powerful thrust.
"Going to come inside you," I warn, feeling my climax building rapidly. "Going to fill you up. Mark you. Breed you."
Her eyes widen, but she doesn't protest, doesn't try to push me away. Instead, her legs tighten around me, her body arching to take me deeper.
"Yes," she whispers, the single word permission and plea combined.
It's all I need. With a roar that would terrify anyone else in the building—if there were anyone else—I drive into her one final time and explode, pumping stream after stream of hot cum deep into her womb. The force of my orgasm is unlike anything I've experienced before, my vision blacking out at the edges as pleasure tears through me.
Through it all, I hold her gaze, watching her eyes widen at the feeling of being filled for the first time. Claiming her not just with my body but with my seed.
Making her mine in the most primitive way possible.
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Tatianna
I'm trembling.My entire body quakes beneath Jerald's massive weight as aftershocks ripple through me. I've never felt so full, so stretched, so completely possessed. The burning pain of my first time mingles with waves of pleasure I didn't know were possible. His seed—so much of it—pulses inside me, hot and thick and marking me in some primitive way I can't articulate. His forehead rests against mine, his breathing harsh as he supports most of his weight on his forearms to avoid crushing me. The museum's break room couch creaks beneath us, the scratchy wool blanket bunched awkwardly under my back, but I barely notice. All I can focus on is where we're joined, how he's still hard inside me, how my body clenches around him as if reluctant to let him go. What have I done? What have we done?
