Confessions and Begging

“Baby girl,” he grumbled, his hands running up my body and cresting over my breasts. Squeezing them and teasing at my nipples as he drew a moan out of me followed by my teeth dragging into my bottom lip, “So sweet. So very ready.”

But was I really?

My body and my mind were at odds with each other, working at cross purposes. And each and every time I blinked, each time my mind drifted for even a moment, I got flashes of a different time and memories from a past I’d never lived.

Emily in a bed, so much younger than she was today. Eyes closed thinking of white dresses and wedding bells and the heart pounding thrill of the one true person she was meant to be with. Imagining in the dark what it would be like for her first time. Visions of rose petals and soft music and a man who was indistinct but meant to be.

Other visions too. Later ones and earlier ones and a dozen different fantasies of a dozen different men. Celebrity crushes and boys from school and little visions of little people who could make her… who could help her…

None of them were him and I knew it but that wasn’t bad, was it? As far as first times went it could be worse than this. It could be so much worse.

Lucas was hard and capable and pressing at the entrance to me now. He looked at me like he wanted me and like he needed me to give him that little bit more. That little bit of relaxation that would let him press into me and fill me with every inch of his throbbing member.

That would let him make me a woman.

It wasn’t what she imagined, but I could feel her body craving it. And maybe it was me or maybe it was her but all of it was confusing and all I knew was that it would feel good and goddammit that was enough for me.

To reach for him, running my fingers across his cheeks while I bit my lip and moaned.

“I’m ready, Daddy,” I told him, “I’m so ready for you to fuck me.”

His cock twitched and his hips surged forward but he didn’t press into me, not yet. The head of him settled at my entrance and then popped up, sliding over my clit and sending a spark of electric pleasure rushing up my spine and making me shudder and reach for him with desperation, digging my nails into his shoulders as I cried out.

“Please, Daddy, just fuck me!”

“You want it,” he chucked, “You need it. You’re so eager for it. You want me to be better than anyone you’ve ever had before. You want me to show you how a real man fucks a woman?”

“I do!” I mewled for him, “I want to know it. I know you can make me…”

My voice trailed away and I ran my hands over his body, feeling him hard and twitching beneath my touch. Practically panting and absolutely eager to feel him properly my hands ran down and started to stroke his cock, bringing it back down at settling it at the entrance to my sex.

It didn’t matter who he was, all that mattered was what he could do. It didn’t matter that I’d never pictured it this way, all that mattered was that it would happen.

It didn’t matter that I was a man, because Lucas was going to make me a woman tonight.

“Make me a woman, Daddy,” I moaned for him, “Make me feel good. Show me what it’s like. I want to know what it feels like to have you inside of me.”

“I want to be in you baby girl,” he grumbles, his voice low and throaty as he reached down to grab my hip and line up, his hips tensing before he pushed forward.

“I want you inside of me,” I told him, pleading, “I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me a woman. I want you to have me, for the very first time.”

He tensed even harder, his eyes going wild and widening a little as he realized what I was saying.

“Emily,” he said, his voice tight with tension.

“That’s right, Daddy,” I told him, nodding, “Your baby girl is a virgin and she’s begging you to fuck her for the very first time.”

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