Rich Man's Fertile Little Virgin (Breeding Erotica) Read online

  I closed my eyes and only opened them when I heard his footsteps just outside my door. He came in, his neat jacket off, carrying two glasses.

  “What's this?” I asked.

  “Cherry wine for me. Juice for you. It's from Door County, famous for their sweet vineyards.” He held the long stemmed glass to me and I took it from him.

  Every sip reminded me my sensual nerves were firing on all cylinders. I tasted the sweetness and the tart, so much like my girlhood evaporating against my tongue, hungry for something new.

  “Enjoy it to the last drop, my little doll.” The bed creaked as Mr. LaVenia's muscular weight sank next to me. “You'll be old enough for wine someday. Thankfully, right now, you're old enough to fuck.”

  I nearly choked on the last of my cherry juice. A small pinkish stream ran from the corner of my lips.

  He drained the last of his wine and sat our glasses on the nightstand with a clink. Then his hands were on me.

  Exploring, intimidating, roaming my flesh halfway to other worlds. Mr. LaVenia pressed me to the mattress and kissed me deeply.

  His rough tongue darted out, licking the sweet trickle I'd lost from my chin up to my lips. His lips puckered with the delicious contrast, sweat and sugar, savoring my essence.

  I wrapped my arms around his huge neck, holding on with all my might. He pushed himself forward, grinding harder. One hand moved beneath my dress, grasping my bare thigh with renewed ferocity.

  In one swoop, he hiked up my skirt, thrusting it across my waist. I moaned as new kisses buried me, teasing and satisfying all at once, like whipped cream dense with masculine strength.

  “God! I never expected you to feel so good,” I whispered.

  Mr. LaVenia reached to my shoulders and shoved me deeper into the mattress. Growling, he twisted his hips, moving his bulge onto my soaked panties.

  “Stay with me, Tammy. It gets a whole lot better from here. You're going to feel everything, from your lips to your ass, all the way inside you, straight to the deepest parts of your succulent little cunt...”

  My breath hitched. I'd always known men became animals when running on cold lust.

  But to see it – this civilized, caring man becoming a wolf – shocked me to the core. Baring his teeth, he grasped the strap of my dress and pulled. Hard.

  The fabric nearly split in two, and then he did it to my other strap. I squealed as he freed both my breasts and held them roughly in his hands.

  “No bra? Why, there's something of a slut in you after all, my virgin dolling. You are a virgin, aren't you?”

  His fingers pinched shut around my nipples. My quiet whimper burbled up into a rushing moan.

  He smiled, knowing I'd betrayed my inexperienced sexuality without any words. Thumbs and forefingers hooked around my nipples, rolling and squeezing at once, he forced me to rise toward him.

  I'd truly become his little doll. Now, he used desire to work my invisible strings.

  I desperately wanted him in me, on me, all over me! I wanted to bury him deep in my soft valley, fusing our sticky skin together, quaking as orgasm's merciless chords tore through us.

  Soon, he'd shower me in his potent sap, a flaming deluge my little womb wouldn't dare waste...

  Kissing and sucking at my flesh, plucking my nerves with his fingers, circling my breasts faster and faster. His mouth covered my right nipple, the hard red tip pinched in his fingers, slipping toward that wagging tongue.

  I bucked my hips and screamed. Mr. LaVenia pumped my body once with his hands, shocking me into volcanic silence.

  Trying to control my moans, my gasps, I let him haunt my peaks, already addicted to the sweet and dangerous power concealed in his strokes.

  Whenever I moaned too loudly, he rammed his hips into mine again, silencing me with force and pleasure. When I finally got used to his tongue's wiles, I cautiously ran my hand along his back, all the way to his hips.

  He removed his mouth from my nipples and released new flames from his eyes. They spiked into me like lances, joining my fire, making me burn like nothing else.

  “Oh, I get it. You're eager to see your first lover in all his naked glory.” Smiling, he stood, undoing his tie and going to work on his shirt's buttons.

  “Undress with me, doll. You'll learn real fast that pleasure comes from feeling, not looking.”

  Unsure what he meant, I kept my eyes on him as I let my dress drop off. I hooked my fingers into my drenched panties and kicked them to my ankles. What a relief.

  But Mr. LaVenia's strip show held my full attention. I scarcely realized how naked and vulnerable I was as the powerful peaks and valleys of his torso appeared.

  He was over two hundred pounds of smooth muscle, rock turned to flesh by some blessed fairy to fuck mortal women. Hearing his belt slip through its loops and the zzzzt of his zipper falling turned my blood to glacial ice, and then to lava again.

  His pants fell, followed by the navy blue boxers hanging on his hips. Okay, I expected the best part of him to be proportionate to the rest of him – fairly big – but what I saw didn't even come close.

  A huge tip protruded from between his legs, swollen and pulsing with dark veins. He grasped it gingerly at the head and pulled, stretching his skin back, forcing me to witness every marvelous inch of him.

  “Go ahead, little doll. See how it tastes in your mouth.”

  Shaking, I dropped to my knees and crawled over to him. I replaced his hand with mine. Goosebumps darted up to my surface, summoned by his heat and covering my whole body.

  I clenched my jaw. Feeling his heart pumping beneath my fingertips brought great pleasure, but it also reminded me just how inexperienced I really was.

  Oh, God. Will I even be able to fit more than just the tip in my little mouth?

  Regardless, I had to try. I opened my lips as wide as I could and flicked my tongue out.

  He tasted salty and hot. Mr. LaVenia growled his satisfaction and thrust his hand in my hair, coiling it around his fingers for a possessive grip.

  He gave me the extra push I needed as I parted my lips and slid onto him. Long after I would've stopped on my own, he kept me going, shoving me deeper onto his oversized shaft.

  All at once, he eased his tension. I pulled back, breathing and slowly accommodating him with my mouth, letting my wet tongue vibrate gently against his flesh.

  He bared his teeth and stared at me. I looked up, as if I were studying a giant.

  Suddenly, the fate of the whole world depended on pleasing this loveable brute. His grip on my hair screamed, Learn, little doll. And learn fast!

  I imagined how good his wet strokes would feel against my clit. I buried my free hand between my legs, giving added emphasis to my fevered visions.

  Mr. LaVenia moved his hips toward me, straight into the soft velvet lips sucking him harder. My tongue dived around his cock, licking beneath the head and tasting his layered masculinity.

  Holy fuck! If it feels this good in my mouth...what's he going to feel like inside me?

  Just that thought switched on something deep inside me. All the shame and uncertainty disappeared in a hail of smoke and fire.

  I dove, sucking him like I meant it, resting his huge balls on the flat of my hand. After several strokes like that, our paces fused, and he rocked with my mouth as his fingers tightened in my hair.

  His cock twitched on its own. The tongue – my tongue! – was sending these awesome sensations straight through him, a gift I prayed no other woman would ever match.

  I smiled, still full of him and sucking, licking, massaging. His swollen head grew bigger.

  Impossibly big, hard, and thick, a horny mushroom ballooning behind my lips.

  I braced myself to swallow his seed. It bloated another inch. His hips thrust faster, sending him deeper for my tongue to brush parts of him I never thought I'd reach. Stroke by stroke, I coated him in hot, pearly saliva.

  Just when I thought he was going to give it up, he tore at my hair. I moaned, surprised, pulling b
ack and letting him fall from the mouth.

  “Get on the bed,” he said, tense and breathless. “If you think I'm wasting this down your throat, then you're dead wrong, little doll.”

  I jumped up and laid flat, spreading my legs wide. My knees still wobbled, but it wasn't anxiety and unease. Everything had been swallowed up by lust, throttling my body like a fearsome potion, turning me from green virgin to neon red slut.

  The mattress sank beneath me. His hands fell on my legs, hot as cured leather, and he pulled me apart to make room for him.

  “Oh, God! Aren't you going to...you know?” I looked down, staring half-crazed and open mouthed at his length pressed along my bare slit.

  “No, little doll. I don't. Are you telling me you don't want this?” He rolled his hips, sending his erection snaking across my entrance, coating itself in stray juices. “We're going to do this here and now. Anything else will only detract from this beautiful, beautiful moment with my favorite girl in the universe.”

  Wait. Wait! You need to put a condom on, sir. I can't get pregnant, Daddy!

  That's what I should've said. But merciless desire had swallowed me, chewed me up, and spit me out as a whole new woman – a woman awake to roughhouse thrills that wouldn't be stopped for anything.

  Not even for common sense.

  Without another word, he arched his back, grabbed the base of his cock, and forced it deep inside me. A sensitive sheath ripped near my entrance, and then my walls sizzled, screaming at the harsh intrusion.

  For a second, I thanked myself for playing volleyball and soccer all through High School. There wasn't much left of my virginity to take. I wouldn't have felt anything, if he were a normal size.

  But every inch of him burned as he worked his way in, burrowing deep, punching his way to my womb.

  His length, girth, and terrible heat tore and teased simultaneously. I chewed my bottom lip raw – anything to quiet the great transformation happening between my legs.

  A twister of pure fire came howling through my body, so loud and powerful it echoed off my bones. I threw my head to the ceiling and screamed.

  “Too intense” wouldn't do it justice. Mr. LaVenia lifted and rammed into me again and again, owning my inner silk, conquering my womb.

  Each time his thick head touched the entrance to my womb, I thought I was going to come apart. Legs and arms flailing, I reached for him, hugging his powerful body for support.

  Right then, he'd become my rock. A stone shaped like a man, capable of damaging me harshly or burying me in the greatest pleasure avalanche I'd ever known.

  He grunted as my calves hooked around his flanks. My ass tilted upward with every thrust, giving him more leverage, an invitation inscribed in flesh to go deeper, deeper, deeper.

  Come on, lover.

  Daddy. Sir. Mr. LaVenia.

  I'm finally ready to go all the way. Fuck me hard and empty yourself inside me.

  Against all odds, my greatest fantasy was finally happening. Would I walk away if the price was an unexpected pregnancy?

  No. Hell no.

  I arched up, letting pleasure cut through the discomfort. My walls stretched tighter for him, slowly settling around his shuttling cock.

  I kissed him deep, teasing him as my small teeth wound around his lip. He bit me back, his brutal need communicated in the pressure.

  His arms fell to mine, holding me down, and his hips became steel jackhammers that threatened to fuck me through the mattress.

  I rode him for all I was worth. Mr. LaVenia's growls and biting kisses grew louder, more feral, a volcano giving one last warning before it exploded.

  “Oh, little doll,” he whispered, hoarse and close. “You're so fucking tight. So ripe and ready for a man's seed. Wasting your fertile flesh would be a cardinal sin. Get ready, little dolling. Oh, fuck!”

  Even before he swelled and burst inside me, my climax turned everything blizzard white. Every muscle went off at once, wired together by savage pleasure, streaking through my flesh like a thousand tiny comets.

  My senses went dead. I only felt the fire, consuming me from the bottom up, a heat so great it couldn't be matched.

  Except by the insane addition of his seed.

  Mr. LaVenia's body turned to boiling diamond beneath my contorted hands and feet. His screams overtook mine, and then there was nothing but a sharp throb, twitching against my womb as he unloaded an ocean of sperm.

  Our bodies convulsed together, rhythmically riding each other's flesh. We groaned and shrieked together like animals locked in the mating dance.

  Raw Nature took over.

  Beautiful. Overwhelming. And so damned hot.

  His seed seeped into my fertile flesh like warm honey. Involuntary commands continued floating down my spine to my womb, forcing muscles to spasm and suck at his semen.

  Mr. LaVenia kept coming – far more than I thought even his large balls could hold. By the time his last spasms quaked through his softening cock, his excess drooled out between us, creamy droplets staining my mattress.

  Soon, he rolled out between my thighs and crashed next to me. His hand sauntered along my belly, stopping for a second over my womb, before continuing its path to my thighs.

  I let my legs fall together at his urging.

  “Just lay still. Everything's alright now, little doll. More alright than it's ever been in this household.”

  I expected to feel some guilt, regret, or shame, but the sinister emotions never arrived. I only felt him, warming me with his broad hands and sunbeam smile.

  Inside me, his soft gift settled, hot and oily and penetrating my flesh.

  My new father and newer lover held me tight, running his stiff fingers through my hair.

  We lingered in blissful exhaustion for a long time. But his muscles wouldn't stay slack and relaxed forever.

  A new rough heat in my folds woke me from my tired stupor. Mr. LaVenia's fingers found their way to my clit.

  He locked his hands on my wrists and tugged me across his legs. I carefully sank onto him, feeling his rich seed sliding out of me, onto the swollen root destined to give me a lot more.

  Smiling, we moved together more purposefully this time. He stretched my depths wide for him, and I found my pleasure sooner, my flesh conforming more easily to his size and motion.

  Holding hands, I relished the new found control. I threw my hips across his thighs, straddling him and quickening my pace.

  Despite my leverage, he wouldn't let go of everything. Mr. LaVenia reminded me who was the experienced veteran by lifting me high. His thrusts caused me to spasm and jump, lifting me like a mountain.

  Sweat ran off my brow in rivulets, streaming to my back, the fire inside us unbending in the autumn cool that had crept into my room.

  Faster, harder, the tension bound us together like a spring. All at once, it snapped, and I fell on his cock, unable to hold my tempo any longer.

  I came, lightning flashing red behind my eyelids. Bouncing and spasming on top of him, he thundered up into me, his grunts rising like an engine coming alive.

  We came together too many times to count that night. And after the pleasure parted, leaving me like a dreamy morning fog, I heard a little voice whispering the dirty secret hidden in flesh, sweat, and seed.

  You're going to be pregnant by dawn. There's no escaping this pact, this lifelong addiction this man's deepest fire.

  Eventually, I collapsed in his arms. We lay together equally spent.

  My well ravaged sex ached dully every time I shifted my legs. I hoped it would depart soon – especially with the whole weekend ahead, and no worries about Mom's return for days.

  III: The Gift of Sharing

  I'd secretly learned to hate the sounds of my parents fucking. Not long after she returned, my nighttime excursions downstairs gave me none of the old pleasure.

  They only brought me the same jealous fire as before, but now it was amplified a thousand times.

  I stood around the corner, not daring to go any
closer, tightening my fingers like claws on the staircase banister.

  She'd returned that week, cutting short the paradise Mr. LaVenia and I had enjoyed so long in my room. The last night, we'd eaten a decadent dinner of steaks, asparagus, and dark chocolate mousse before heading to his master suite.

  Now, in the very same bed where he'd pumped his seed into me repeatedly, Mom was getting it. And I absolutely hated it – the fiery pleasure she was stealing from me in every ragged thrust.

  “Stephen! Give it to me deep and bring it all the way home. Fuck!” Her voice shrieked through the walls, dying in chaotic screams as the pleasure he gave ripped through her, the pleasure that should've been mine.

  I stepped off the last couple stairs and planted my feet on the ground like stone. I wouldn't be moved for anything.

  Not with my sex aching and dripping wet for him. Not when his seed still felt so hot inside me that I remembered every burst, every stroke of his cock, and every single growl rushing into my ears as he filled me with thick come.

  As predicated, not long after the pleasurable groans and soft cooing silenced, the door flung open. It clicked shut behind me as he did a double take, catching my silhouette in the darkness.

  “Tammy,” he said, straightening his boxers. “What are you doing out here, little doll? You should be resting.”

  He stepped closer. It was hard not to reach to his back, stroking the mouthwatering flesh he exposed to me and the darkness.

  “I heard you two. How can you give it to her with the very same passion you showed me?”

  “The same?” His eyebrows quirked up. “No. I love your mother, little doll. And I love you too. You light a different kind of fire inside me because you can give me something she can't.”

  He moved forward, grasping my wrists and leading me down the hall. We were nearly to his study when I flailed, the rage exploding inside me.

  But Mr. LaVenia wouldn't break his iron grip – no matter how I struggled.

  “Calm down. Don't you dare wake up your fucking mother,” he growled.

  Cool concern had disappeared from his face, replaced with a rigid authoritarian's one-way demands. His fingers tightened around my hands as he pushed me deeper and switched on the nearby lamp.