“That’s right baby girl, and this fat cock’s going into you. All of it,” he grunted emphatically, this time sliding forwards again.
My eyes closed and chin lifted as I mewled to the heavens. Oh god, his pole was so thick and massive, stretching my insides, filling me to the brim. Oh god, oh god, how would I accommodate him all? Even now, my little body struggled, vaginal chamber resisting, the pink walls pulsing wetly, almost pushing him out.
But Thorn couldn’t be denied. His hands gripped my hips harder, and he rasped.
“Push yourself backwards honey. Let me see that virgin pussy eat dick.”
My eyes flew open. What in the world? I was supposed to do the work?
But Thorn grunted again.
“Yeah baby,” he ground out, that voice low, hard cock halfway embedded. “I need to see you eat it, I need to see that delectable pussy swallow me because we’re already there,” he said, nudging his hips forward a little, bumping against my barrier. “Feel it? We’re there, honey, we’re there.”
And suddenly I realized what was happening. Thorn had bumped his glans against my hymen, the proof of my virginity. He had his dick halfway up my cunt, and wanted me to take us the rest of the way. He wanted to see a sweet, innocent virgin impale herself, bearing down on that rock hard pole, transformed into a hungry slut.
And with a cry and a thrust of my hips, I did it. I am that slut, I’m a whore hungry for Daddy’s fat dick. Gripping the bedpost tight and taking a deep breath, I shoved my hips back, accepting him all.
“Ohhh!” came my scream. “Oh god!”
Because it fucking hurt. It stung, my hymen gone forever, the little tissue torn into pieces. And the alpha panted in back of me, muscles straining, every ounce of that big form concentrated on where our bodies met.
“That’s right,” he rumbled harshly, forcing himself to hold still. “That’s right, baby’s riding Daddy’s cock now.”
Because I’d done it. I wanted Thorn so badly, I wanted to feel him all the way in me so much that I’d summoned every ounce of courage and shoved myself down all the way, busting through my virginity. And now that he was in, I cried out, squirming and stuck on a huge, pulsing rod.
“Unnnh, Daddy!” I squealed. “It hurts, it hurts!”
Thorn’s big hand ran down my back, stopping to squeeze a curvy butt cheek.
“Shhh baby,” he rasped. “I promise it’ll go away sweet thing, I promise, just give it a minute.”
I squirmed again. If it’d been possible, I would have bucked him right off and gotten free. But it was futile because my hands were tied to the bed post, with a huge shaft stuck inside. I was a prisoner, and there was no place to go except here. So I crouched on the bed, nude and perfectly still, pussy slobbering wetly.
“Ohhh Daddy,” I moaned again, tossing my brown curls. “Oh god.”
And with that, Thorn withdrew a little. The rub was incredible, the feel of that giant dick retreating and I mewled reflexively, hips wiggling.
“Oh yeah, you want it, don’t you?” he rasped behind me. “Baby wants Daddy’s cock buried in her cunt.”
And with that, he slid in all the way again, deeply and fully. Moaning heavily, my head dropped between my shoulders, boobies swinging. Because I’ve never felt so possessed. I’ve never felt so owned, like I was a man’s property, his and his alone.
And Thorn was on the same wavelength because he ground out in my ear, “That’s right, sweet thing. Your pussy is gonna be curved to Daddy’s dick now. Your pussy’s gonna be shaped to Daddy’s hard cock, I own this dirty snatch now.”
And the nasty words threw me over the edge. I’m a virgin and this was all new, exhilarating and so fucking nasty. The excitement of being with the billionaire, of having Thorn in me, teaching me everything, forced me to a new level. My pussy clamped down once, twice, hard, and then exploded in a shower of sparks.
“Daddy!” I screamed, little body quivering, pinkness spasming uncontrollably. “Daddy!”
And Thorn lost it as well. With a roar, and then a push of his hips, it happened. His dick erupted in me, bathing my interior channel with hot, bubbly seed and I screamed again, the sensation so good.
“Oh god!” I cried out, profile lifted to the heavens. “Yes!”
Thorn grunted rhythmically, lash after lash of semen erupting like a volcano, spraying my fertile insides with virile jism.
“FUCK!” was his roar. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
I would have collapsed, had it not been for my hands tied to the bed post and that hot dick stuffed in my cunt. They were like anchors on either end, keeping me immobile, letting me do nothing but feel as I was fucked within an inch of my life.