Chapter Five

“Daddy, wake up. Please wake up…”

Liam didn’t want to wake. He was somewhere warm and dark. Swaddled in softness and imminently comfortable. Small hands on his shoulders shook him insistently, so he stirred with a groan.

“What happened… where am I?”

“Shhh, you collapsed during dinner. We had you carried to a guest bed.” Gabriella whispered from beside him. The room was pitch black, leaving the faintest outline of her ripe figure. “Ruby didn’t like it, but she couldn’t argue after you passed out. How do you feel?”

After taking a short inventory of his bruises and injuries, Liam was startled to discover he was feeling decidedly better. Whether from the meal, rest, those little pills, or a combination of all three, he was recovering remarkably quickly.

…and stripped naked except for a pair of cotton boxer shorts.

“Best I’ve been all day. What time is it?”

“Late. Everyone’s bunked down for the night, fast asleep. Come with me. I have something I want to show you, but stay quiet, ‘kay?”

The darkness was oppressive, all-encompassing, but she led him like a blind man out into the winding corridors. Flitting like silent shadows up the stairs until they entered a room on the second floor, and Gabriella closed the door behind them.

“Shut those peepers, Daddy. I have a surprise for you. No peeking.”

The impish note in the devious blonde’s command sent a quiver of anticipation through Liam, but he obliged. There was a click, and the glare of bright light was apparent through his eyelids. He sensed her gliding away and heard the rustling of fabric before she spoke again with a giggle.

“You can look now.”

A fluffy wonderland cast in hues of strawberry bubblegum assaulted his retinas.

Liam squinted around to see the pink curtains, bedsheets, dresser, teddy bear, and a pattern of peony roses climbing the printed wallpaper.

He drank it all in a daze, eyes half-lidded. Even more pervasive than the cherry blossom decor was the scent—the sweet aroma of perfumes, the fresh scent of wildflowers, and, more than anything, the fragrance of a vibrant young woman.

It all mixed together into a potent feminine fog that Liam breathed with every breath, broadcasting sinful signals to his stiffening loins.

Gabriella was posed like an erotic dream before the foot of a four-post bed hung with diaphanous pink drapes. A sheer magenta babydoll cupped her immense breasts, and the gauzy garment barely hung to her lush hips where a teensy string thong bit into the smooth, rounded flesh.

Honey-gold hair tumbled loose over slim shoulders, surrounding her captivating face with those glimmering sky-blue eyes that contained nothing but purest adoration. She pulled on white satin opera gloves, then smiled and performed a joyful pirouette.

“What do you think?”

Liam’s manhood was more than impressed, rising for a standing ovation as he stared in slack-jawed stupefaction. The spin had wafted the insubstantial hem above her juicy bubble butt before she completed the turn.

“You look incredible, Gabby.” He murmured. “Stunning. You have to know that.”

Beaming like a kid on Christmas, she skipped to him and slid her hands behind his neck. The press of her soft young body, separated by a few scraps of lace, was like a ****. Liam’s arms wrapped around the irresistible angel, and the smell of wildflowers flooded his olfactory.

It was so different to her earlier scent of clean sweat and fresh laundry. Had she applied perfume?

“I love it when you hold me, Daddy. It makes me feel safe and protected.” Gabriella cooed, squirming against the hardness prodding her flat tummy. “I’m your baby girl, right? You won’t let anything hurt me.”

The overwhelming scent and utter pinkness of the bedroom were pervasive, jumbling Liam’s thoughts as he clasped for any reason to deny the treasure in his embrace. Detroit may have been on Pluto for how distant it seemed at that moment.

“Never.” He croaked, mouth drier than the Sahara. “I’d never let anything harm you, baby girl. Why would you ask me that?”

She purred in satisfaction, sliding a hand between them to strip away his boxers. Gentle fingers encircled the exposed stiffness and rubbed his tip against the gossamer fabric of her lingerie.

It left a glistening trail, lurching in her delicate grasp.

“I’ve yearned to hear a man say those words to me all my life.” Gabriella moaned, hooking a small foot behind Liam’s calf and straddling his skinny leg. She mounted his thigh like a beanpole and started to grind. “Ah! I prayed every day for god to send me a kind, caring man who would guard my heart and instruct me in the ways a woman serves her man. You’ll do that for me, won’t you, Daddy? Teach me to be your good, obedient girl. Please, I need it so badly.”

Her wetness soaked through the tiny thong and smeared against Liam’s feverish skin. The heat of her barely-legal snatch stirred his balls, and her rubbery nipples grazed his chest, poking through the provocative pink sleepwear.

It was difficult to think, a struggle to breathe with Gabriella so near. Offering herself freely, begging for his acceptance. She was temptation itself. Youthful and innocent but pleading to be tarnished by his manly dick.

To be despoiled, ravished, then claimed forever.

A primal instinct surged in Liam’s chest–alien him but not unwelcome. The imperative to own this **** flower and shelter her from all the cruelty of the world raged in his soul.

“You’re mine tonight, baby girl.” He growled, lowering his hungry lips to seize hers in a passionate, tongue-fueled kiss. “Now get on goddamn the bed.”

“Yes, Daddy!” She trilled excitedly, nearly tripping in her haste to crawl onto the hand-stitched magenta quilt. Her plump tooshie waggled enticingly at him. “I found something special for my first time. May I show you, sir?”

First time. That revelation slowed Liam’s stalking approach. A spike of uncertainty knifed his hammering heart. Gabriella turned from the nightstand with a small glass vial and discerned the hesitance immediately.

She relined luxuriously into the tasseled pillows and averted her gaze demurely, shyly fiddling with a strand of golden hair.

“It’s alright, isn’t it, Daddy? That I’ve been saving myself for you?” She asked in a sultry whisper. “Preserving my virginity for a mature, worldly man who will treat me gently and guide me into womanhood? It has to be you, Daddy, taking my maidenhead like in a romance novel. The handsome prince who will sweep me off my feet and tutor me in the ways of sensual pleasure.”

Gabriella’s tone was pure sex, dripping like the richest molasses into his ear. Her thick, silky thighs slowly spread like a butterfly’s wings revealing the minuscule triangle of pink lace, drenched with her juices, concealing her pristine, hairless camel toe.

“A condom… should use protection.” Liam mumbled, dragged forward by his rampant erection like an animal on a leash.

“You’re all the protection I need, Daddy.” She chimed, unstoppering the vial and pouring a measure into her gloved palm. “It’s a safe day, and I need to feel you raw inside me. Here, let me worship that fat Daddy meat before you claim my purity and mold my untouched pussy into your personal plaything.”

Mind fogged by desire and feet out of his control, Liam was there before he realized it. Gabriella climbed to her knees, licked her succulent lips, and reverently clasped his thrumming shaft with slippery satin fingers.

She stroked it smoothly and lovingly, letting out cute little squeaks and chirps at every errant twitch–coating him in an oily liquid that warmed like melting butter with every languid caress. Heat saturated his pulsating prong like a hot bath.

“What… what is that?” He gasped as she bowed to lick his engorged tip, swiping up a pearl of precum with her moist tongue.

“Just a little lotion to lubricate our joining, sir.” The blonde bombshell purred. Her sparkling eyes were sapphire pools of lust. “I can’t resist any longer. Please make me yours, Daddy. I crave this delicious cock so badly. Take me as your princess and ruin me for any man but you!”

Liam was the most aroused he had ever been in his mundane existence. His cock somehow seemed larger, girthier, harder than a granite pillar, and unbending as a titanium rod. He sputtered and spurted an unreal quantity of gooey white as she jacked him tirelessly onto her ecstatic face, mountainous cleavage, trim tummy, and fleshy thighs.

Gabriella reveled in it like a holy maiden receiving a blessing, the frilly pink babydoll clinging to her supple curves like wet tissue paper. Tapers of sticky spunk drooled from her plush lips and chin, dangling in lines from her stiff nipples before drooping onto the rose-tinted bedding.

“Oh, Jesus. Oh, shit! I want you, baby girl.” He panted, lost to everything but the all-consuming inferno of hedonistic desire. “Gotta make you mine!”

“Yes, Daddy, yes!”

He shoved Gabriella onto her back and tore the sodden lingerie off her pliable young body. Her glorious tits wobbled like two creamy cherry-topped puddings atop her thin torso, and she pressed them together, presenting herself to Liam as he prepared to mount her.

The shoestring thong went next, the thin band of elastic snapping under his rough handling, making her giggle. Suddenly she was bared entirely to him, pretty pink lips dewy with arousal and ankles rising to spread in midair, granting him total access.

With the unerring aim of a more seasoned cocksman, Liam sank himself into the beguiling blonde’s slick wetness. She was unbelievably hot and tight, fitting him perfectly like a snug sleeve of softest velvet. There was an instant of resistance, eliciting a shuddering gasp from Gabriella when it parted to welcome him inside completely.

“There, you’ve done it, Daddy.” She whispered, wrapping her long legs over his hips. “Thank you for making me a woman… your woman.”

Delicate hands cupped his stubbly cheeks, and she smiled radiantly, those sky-blue eyes entrancing Liam. They held each other there, floating in a shared nirvana until Gabriella dug her heels into the small of his back and spurred him to action.

“Christ, baby girl, you feel fantastic!” He grunted after a few experimental thrusts.

“It’s all for you, Daddy.” She purred huskily, using the leglock around his skinny waist to draw him in deeper. “Every inch of me is yours now. My mouth… aaah! My breasts, my cunt, even my butt–all yours, Daddy. Use me however and whenever you like.”

Her lurid promises and euphoric moans–along with her floral aroma and the maddening pinkness surrounding Liam–propelled him into a frenzy. Perspiration prickled his brow, pelvises smashed and collided with concussive **** as they rutted in a wallow of **** desire.

Her sublime tits circled and clapped beneath him with every driving penetration, diamond-stiff nipples raking his feverish skin. Balls–liberally doused in her juices–slapped taut, bubbly ass cheeks in a sloppy staccato, and throughout it all, she kept urging him onward with jubilant cries.

“Oh my god! You’re so big, Daddy… Mmmnph! So strong and powerful. My poor little kitty has never felt so full! Oh fuck, keep pounding me with that hard Daddy dick… haaah~!”

Liam's hands punched into the mattress on either side of her flailed head. Golden hair tangled around his wrists like bonds of spun silk, symbolically trapping him as she writhed upon his pussy-plundering shaft.

He saw the first climax rack her flawless farm girl figure before he felt Gabriella convulse around his buried length. She arched up into him, looping slender arms around his neck in a crushing embrace, clinging tight as she surfed the waves of carnal bliss.

“Oh go-go-god, DAAADDYYYY!!”

Her orgasmic howl split the air, surely echoing through the sleeping house. Liam didn’t give two shits about the noise. For the first time ever, he was a fucking machine. Pneumatically pistoning into the most perfect snatch he could imagine, like a speeding steam locomotive with the brakes cut.

Gabriella’s squirting fluids splattered the bedsheets, and he kept on pumping. The sensation of her breath-taking body under and around him was all that mattered. She whimpered and thrashed, dragging his face down beside hers so she could bathe it in fluttery kisses.

“Keep going, Daddy, never stop… Hnnnr~… You fuck me so good. You’re going to make me cum again!”

Her fingers were in his hair, sharp nails scouring his scalp in lines of fire. Liam snarled and punished her with a few brutal jabs to her g-spot that made her shriek with untethered glee.

His angel was a demon in the sack, and he was going to fucking tame her.

“You’re mine, baby girl.” He growled, biting at her **** neck and shoulders. “Tonight and forever, no matter what comes next, I’m marking you as my woman.”

“Please, Daddy… gaaah! Please, own my young body… make me yours!”

This time, he sensed her climax approaching like the first tremors of an earthquake.

Gabriella’s whole body tensed as though bracing for impact, internal muscles flexing around his pummeling manmeat and limbs going rigid with vise-like strength.

Liam wasn’t far behind. His grumbling balls waited in the wings for the final curtain call.

“Holy shit, I’m about to cum, baby girl.” He warned with a grunt. “Tell me where you want it.”

“Inside me, Daddy! I want to feel you explode deep inside my virgin womb!”

Mind spinning and cock throbbing fit to rupture, he plowed Gabriella into the bed. Her skintight cunt squeezed and clenched at his spearing length until the dam burst in a dizzying release.

Years of repressed concupiscence flooded from Liam, jet after jet of sticky seed, more than he’d ever cum before, blasted into the ecstatically howling blonde’s hungry honeypot. Trembling, knee-shaking seconds ticked by, locked together in coital paroxysms until he was thoroughly drained.

“That was incredible. I didn’t know it could feel that good. Thank you, Daddy.” Gabriella crooned, rolling her shapely hips in tiny gyrations. “You’re still so big and hard inside me. Want to see how many times we can go before you fuck me ****?”

The depraved request belied her hopeful, innocent expression. She was grinning, those sapphire eyes twinkling at Liam as she snuggled against his chest. Soft yet firm, she was absolutely adorable in his arms. An unleashed sex kitten oozing sex appeal and absorbing affection like a starved pet.

Well, Liam was still erect, and her micro-twerks weren’t cooling his rediscovered sexual appetite.

Jesus, how much had he just ejaculated?

There were a plethora of reasons why this was a terrible idea. Sensible, sober grounds for him to politely excuse himself, slide out of Gabriella’s warm embrace and perfect pussy, then return to the guest room before they were inevitably caught in flagrante.

Probably…

But the smell of hot sex mingled with her wildflower perfume, and the intoxicating heat of her curvy young body blew those concerns away like dandelion seeds on a pink-tinged breeze.

“Alright, baby girl, but lower the volume this time. The last thing I want is Miss Lily chasing me out with a shotgun.”

“Mmhmm, don’t worry, Daddy. Nobody will hear us,” Gabriella promised, shoving her succulent melons under his chin. “And if I get too loud, you can just gag me with your fat, yummy dick, ‘kay?”

Liam just nodded and sucked on a raspberry nipple. Worries about Detroit, his new job, and wrecked car forgotten as the insatiable farm girl cooed in satisfaction, combing fingers through his hair.

Life was far simpler on a farm, ranch, whatever, and those sounded like Tomorrow-Liam’s problems anyway.