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I can’t take anymore. Sobbing, I try to pull away from him, but his firm hands hold me in place. “Part of me died that day too, Cin. It’s not just you. I’m here now, and I’ll be helping you share these burdens. You’re never going to be alone again.”

He rubs his hand down my back, allowing me to finally purge all the hurt and anguish that’s built up inside. “Don’t move.”

I can’t, even if I wanted to. If I move, I’m worried I’ll finally break. Glancing down, a tissue wiggles its way into my sights. Even as a sobbing mess, Daniel’s still taking care of me. Grabbing the tissue, I turn away and blow my nose, handing the wadded mess into his hand. “You good, baby?”

I nod, breathing in deeply for the first time in a long time.

“Good. Let’s continue, shall we? As you were.” He tosses the tissue to the side and positions himself in between my thighs again. “You will no longer go to the employee bathroom to get yourself off. In fact, all of your orgasms will now come from me.”

As if it could hear his words, my clit begins to pulse, demanding satisfaction. Daniel trails his hand down, sliding across my lips, rubbing everywhere except the spot that needs it the most. “Such a greedy, greedy minx. Shall I satisfy you?”

I nod, gripping the fibers of the rug.

“I want to hear your words, Cindy. I want to hear you beg me for my cock.”

Again, I crane my neck up so I can see him, trying to convey everything within me in that single look. “Please. Please, Daddy. Fuck me. I need your cock deep inside me.”

CHAPTER 25

Daniel

I stare down at my girl, her body quivering with need. How can I resist her when she begs so prettily? Keeping one hand planted on her hip, I use my free hand to unbuckle and unzip my pants. I won’t fuck her. Not yet. Not until she’s had at least one orgasm, but there’s no harm in teasing her.

My erection springs free as I pull down my pants and underwear, and I groan as my head glides against her swollen, puffy lips. She’s already so wet for me. Gripping my shaft, I dip the head into her opening, listening as she moans for me. Pulling back, I slide one finger in, testing her. God, she’s so tight and hot. With my other hand, I rub her clit, so hard and swollen, so needy.

Someday, I may work with her on orgasm control, but not tonight. Not when we have years of orgasms to catch up on. Pulling out my finger, I replace it with two, groaning at just how tight she is. Her mewls of need go straight to my balls as they draw up even more.

“Come for me, Princess,” I growl against her skin, feeling the rhythmic clenching of her pussy. My other hand rubs her clit hard, urging her over the brink. With a soft wail, her body freezes, her core gripping my fingers in an iron caress. I ride out her orgasm, pumping as best I can while locked inside her grip.

“Good girl,” I murmur, easing my fingers out. “Turn over for me.” As she does, I make a great show of sliding my fingers in my mouth, tasting her pleasure, drinking it in. “Time to claim that pussy of yours,” I growl, gripping her body.

Her eyes widen as I pull her hips closer to me. My cock lays thick and heavy over her lips. “Are you ready for Daddy’s cock, Princess?” In an adorable show of shyness, she glances over to the side as she sucks in her bottom lips and nods. “Oh no. You’re not hiding from me. Not now. Not ever. Look at me as I take you, as I take that pussy that’s always been mine.”

Reaching over to my discarded pants, I dig around in the pocket for a condom, just so there’s less mess. Once we’re back home, and if she consents, I’ll take her without it. God. Just the idea of fucking her without a barrier, of truly owning her. It’s a rush like no other.

It takes her a few moments to look up at me, but I don’t rush her. I have all the time in the world. Once her eyes are locked onto mine, I reach down between us and angle my head, notching it in her opening. Going as slow as I can manage, I slide in about an inch at a time. Even when she flinches, she never looks away.

“That’s my good girl,” I sigh, pushing in a bit more. “Take Daddy’s cock. You’re so wet for me, Princess. That’s it.” Another inch and Cindy’s brows knit in discomfort. Reaching back down, I trail my fingers over her clit, giving her something else to concentrate on. Soon, her head falls back as moans pour from her lips.

I don’t care that she’s not looking at me anymore. The bliss on her face tells me all I need to know. Shoving forward, I fill her all the way until her lips rest against the base of my shaft. Groaning, I close my eyes, reveling in the tight grasp as I’m buried deep inside. Mine. All mine. Her gasps are music to my ears. Taking a deep breath, I stay still for a moment, letting her adjust to the invasion.

“That’s my good girl,” I moan, sliding my fingers up and down her waist. “Keep breathing for me, baby. That’s it. You’re taking my cock so well.” Finally, after all these years. Cindy is mine. Mine to fuck; mine to torture; mine to pleasure at my will.

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Cynthia

I feel so full, so complete. Daniel, deep inside me, is what I’ve been missing all these years. He’s so much bigger than my toys, and the stretch is divine. As he starts to pull out, I arch back up, not wanting this feeling to go away. His soft chuckle trips over my skin as he keeps rubbing across my clit with his fingers. Arousal pools deep in my gut as everything starts to coil up inside once more.

Though I’m not sure what losing my virginity is supposed to feel like, giving it to Daniel just feels right, like it was meant to be. Like we were meant to be. He starts to move again, his motions smooth and controlled. Each time he bottoms out, my stomach flips as my arousal heightens. It’s so good. So fucking good. But it’s not enough. A whine keens from deep within as I grip his hips.

“Words, baby girl. What do you want? What do you need.”

“More.” I gasp, my eyes finding his. There’s a hunger in his gaze - dark, decadent. The ends of his shirt brush against my lower abs as he pushes my knees backward, deepening his strokes.

“Careful what you ask for, baby girl,” he moans, his hips slapping against mine in a punishing rhythm. Each time he surges forward, my stomach flips, like that moment when you’re on a rollercoaster. That breath of anticipation that seizes your body just before it plunges to the ground.

Grunts and moans pour from our lips as he continues to thrust in and out. The lurid sounds bounce off the walls, creating the illusion that others are in here with us enjoying fantastic sex. With one hand on my clit and the other tugging at my nipple, the coil begins to wind even tighter until I’m sure I’m going to just explode.