13. Trick

God, her willingness to play my games is a gift.

It's no hardship at all to find more words for her. "Your soft, swollen, dripping cunt looks so fucking ready. Ripe and needy." I touch her there. "Do you feel needy, pet?"

She cries out as I stroke my fingers through her wetness. That's a yes.

"Inside," she sobs. "I'm so empty."

I push into her tight hole, and her body greedily pulls at my finger. No pain, no resistance, just the best squeeze I've ever felt.

"More," she whines.

Fuck, she needs my cock.I test her with another finger, and her cunt takes that, too.

Wrapping my wet, sticking hand around my cock, I stroke it quickly to slick my pre-seed over the tip.

She watches me, and I watch her.

I need to know she sees me as I'm going to be when I'm rutting into her. Hard. Ready. Primal.

"Daddy?" There's a thread of uncertainty in her voice now, a tremble that just makes me throb more. And a savage pleasure rips through me at how naturally she goes to that off-limits name for me when she's not sure we should be doing this.

Whether we should or shouldn't is irrelevant. We need to now.

"Shhh...It's okay." My voice is thick like honey. I'd talk her into anything right now. Last minute fears only feed my desire, because I'm sure I can soothe them with pleasure. "You need this inside you, don't you?"

She doesn't answer.

I rub the crown against her slick entrance, fitting us together—just barely. I look huge against soft flesh. Dangerous.

"You need this," I repeat.

A fraught, innocent pause. How can she know for sure that she needs something she hasn't experienced before? Instinct only, and we're taught to second guess that. But then she gasps and gives the tiniest of nods.

I push in, her wet folds stretching around the crown of my cock in a tight embrace that feels so incredible I could nut just like this, working into her for the first time.

Her breath catches, her lips part, and her eyes flare wide.

I don't get more than an inch or two in before she's too tight to continue. If she hadn't told me she was a virgin, I'd know it now, from the panic racing across her face and the tight, desperate tension rocketing through her untouched body.

Which…fuck…that shouldn't feel so electrically good for me. Bastard.

"Let me in, baby," I croon. "You feel so good. You're so wet for Daddy, aren't you? You begged me for this. You felt empty."

"Too big," she pants.

And I'm getting bigger by the second, stretching her open. "You make me this big," I promise her. "Only for you."

Bracing myself on the bed, I battle my worst instincts to take take take, and ease back instead. She exhales in relief. Just the tip is inside her, her pink flesh stretched wide around it, and it feels incredible.

"Never felt so good in my entire life," I promise her, and it's the truth.

I rock in and out, tiny little thrusts, while she catches her breath.

Then I push deeper again, and again she tenses up.

I don't want her to fear this at all.

Easing out, I take her hand and put it low on her belly. "Is this where you feel empty?"

She nods, her breathing still ragged and rough.

I push in, getting deeper again, more of my cock getting wet on this thrust than before, and fuck fuck fuck, yes that's it, she feels so good, and I want to take her, all of her. I want to fall on her and into her and love her so hard, fill her up with so much love she forgets how difficult this first time feels.

"Push your hand down, baby," I rumble. "Feel me. Feel me moving inside you."

She squirms, but does as I tell her, and when she presses down, her slim hips lift up, changing the angle, and her body gives way.

Her mouth falls fully open, crying out a silent scream as I thrust all the way deep.

I scoop my arms around her, cradling her now as she adjusts to having me fully inside. "Feel me filling you up," I whisper hotly against her hair. "You"re never gonna be empty ever again. I promise you."

"Oh God," she pants. "Trick!"

"Keep breathing."

Her head rolls back, baring her throat, and I kiss her there until her pulse stops fluttering like she could take flight. Then I lift my head enough to hold her gaze as I start to move inside her. Taking the best care of my girl. Making love to her for the first time. Her eyes go hazy and unfocused, and then start to burn with a newfound lust.

Around my cock, her pussy is so soft now, still tight as fuck, but pillowy perfection, taking everything I've got.

I stay wrapped around her until she's moaning for me on every thrust, and then I rear up, gripping her waist first, then her hips, and finally wrapping my hands around her thighs as I pound her harder than I imagined I ever could, giving her every inch of me.

It's still making love, because holy shit do I love this girl, this woman. But it's the fuck she begged me for, too.

"I can feel you," she moans. "That feels so good."

"Touch your clit for me. Show me how your play with yourself."

Her hand slides from her belly, over her mound, to her puffy and slick pussy.

Her careful little rubbing gesture floods me with a new, protective heat. It's gorgeous and innocent, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Her touches make her back arch, makes her cunt clamp down on me, and I'm there, suddenly, on the precipice.

"Come with me inside you," I grind out. "Let me feel how good it feels when I fuck you."

She shatters and I hunch over her, loving her, fucking her, pleasing her as she pulls me into my own release. My hips snap forward one last time and my balls pull tight, my whole body throbbing.

Never in any of my latest nights, my tight one-handed imaginings of how good Sin would feel wrapped around me, did I ever think I'd one day know incredible it is to spill my seed into her, our skin slicking together, her cradled beneath me.

Tonight is a gift. The rarest of celebrations.

In the aftermath, I realize I'm twice her size, and probably fucking heavy.

I push up, to lift off her, and she protests. "Don't pull out," she slurs. "Feels good."

I roll my hips forward, keeping her stuffed. "Okay, baby."

The absolute stillness of the moments that follow will stay with me forever. Everything that is not Sinclaire Rosehill being a soft, boneless puddle fades away into nothingness, and we're just two bodies so close we could be one.

"I want to do it again," she whispers, breaking the silence. "Soon."

My cock pulses inside her, but yeah, no, we're going to need a minute. "We'll do that all night," I promise, relying on hyperbole. "And we're gonna do it tomorrow, and the day after, and every day after that."

Her mouth finds mine, kissing me. Eager, fresh. But also with more knowledge now. She kisses me like I fucked her. Her tongue thrusting into my mouth, demanding pleasure.

And then our kisses slow. Her fingers find mine, curling around my hand, holding on tight.

When I finally slip from her, there's blood on my cock and a pink tinge to the mix of our cream that pools at her entrance.

She squirms as I trace her tender, taken flesh.

"Shower," I grunt. That's all I can manage around the unexpected lump in my throat.

I sweep her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom. Under the steamy spray, the size difference between us seems more extreme than before. She's just a little slip of a girl, soft and smooth everywhere, and I'm a big brute with tree trunk thighs and a torso wrapped in layers of muscle and a solid belly, too, all covered in hair that's more pronounced when wet.

I'm a beast of a man, and the proof that I just took her virginity is all over my cock.

I don't ever want to wash it off, but as soon as she's under the water, Sin is reaching for the soap.

"Mmm," she says happily. "I love the soap you use. Love how it smells on your skin."

Jesus. I'll shower ten times a day for her, then.

She rubs her hands together, sudsing up a lather, then strokes them over my chest. I hold still as she circles my nipples, then runs her fingers down my belly and into the dark trail leading to my cock.

"I should wash you," I say thickly. "Please."

She lifts her face and gives me a soft smile. "Okay."

I take the soap and do the same as she did, lathering up my hands, then carefully washing her limbs, her breasts and belly.

And then, with the shower head, I carefully rinse between her legs, crouching at her feet like the loving servant I want to be for the rest of our days.

When I'm finished, I press my face to the grown-up curls decorating her mound and give her a kiss as she giggles.

I glance up. "She did a really big thing tonight. Needs some praise."

She bites her lip, holding in a smile. "She does?"

"Mmm. Good little pussy. Took my cock like a superstar."

"MVP for the MVP?"

Most Valuable Pussy. I growl happily. "Abso-fucking-lutely."

She laughs with her whole body now, and the unfathomably perfect jiggle of her breasts undoes me. My brain immediately imagines them swollen and milky, because I've filled her belly with seed, over and over again, until she's bursting with life.

Fuck.

We didn't talk about protection.

I rise to my feet quickly, clumsily, and press her up against the tile wall. Bracing one arm above her head, I cup her cheek in my other hand and lean in. "There's nobody else, you know that, right? There hasn't been in years. You're safe with me."

She blinks up at me in confusion. "I know I am."

"But we didn't use anything, and I filled you up." My cock, the fucking traitor to my effort to do the right thing, rises between us, immediately thick at the recent, perfect memory. "If you aren't on the pill, then I could get you pregnant."

Her gaze drops away from me, and she presses her lips together.

"I'll take care of you," I promise, my heart pounding in my chest. "Whatever you need. Whatever you want. I know I shouldn't have taken you bare, but…" I take her hips in my hands and stroke my thumbs up and down the sides of her belly. "You're so ripe, baby. So perfectly ripe. I won't deny that I like knowing you're full of my seed right now."

She shudders, a little cry slipping over her lip, and then she lifts her head so fast, she almost clips my chin. Then we're kissing, a fast and furious clash that doesn't tell me at all what our next steps are, but it doesn't matter. We'll figure them out together.

I lift her up against the wall and her legs come around my waist. My cock is raging now to get back inside her, but I force that need back and just let her grind against my belly as we make out.

A thump and a loud laugh on the other side of the wall tells me that a teammate has returned. Murmurs follow, and then their shower turns on. Who is in the next room? Our catcher, I think.

When two more voices join the murmur, I realize this room isn't as soundproof as I need it to be to keep Sinclaire in the shower. And the last fucking people I want to share any tiny slice of Sinclaire's first night in my arms are the guys on the team. I turn off the water and carry her back to the bed, swiping the whole stack of towels as we go.

She laughs as I roughly dry both of us off, badly. Water droplets go in all different directions, but fuck it, it doesn't matter.

Still damp, I drag her under the blankets and pull her in front of me. She's the perfect little spoon to fit in the curve of my bigger body. Her ass rocks against my cock in a way that guarantees I'm going to be aching all night.

"That's better," I murmur. "Now where were we?"

She sucks in a breath and holds it for a beat. Then she twists her head to the side, her gaze finding and locking onto mine. "You told me you could get me pregnant if I'm not protected."

Something hot and heady tugs deep inside me. "And are you protected?"

Her gaze glows bright as she bites her lip, worrying that pink flesh, and slowly shakes her head.