Papi's Girl

Well, I had done it. I had popped my little girl's cherry. The thought should have sobered me at least a little, but it didn't. Instead, it seemed to have an intoxicating effect on me, as my lust fed upon the forbidden thought. I should never have been her first. Her first should have been some zit-faced jock, fumbling in the backseat of a car – a boy who would no doubt use her and dump her, never even returning the pleasure he takes from her – no, that wouldn't happen to my baby. NEVER. I couldn't return her to the world of high school and teenagers. She was mine now, to protect, to love, and to teach the ways of pleasure. MINE. I instinctively thrust deeper inside her, making her gasp.

I took that as a cue to continue, though it was probably as likely a plea to stop. But I was beyond that point. I couldn't stop myself from making love to my little girl. I thrust into her with steady, even strokes, keeping a tight rein on my raging passion. There would be plenty of time for rougher play later. For now, my baby's first time had to be special. I made love to her with all the tenderness I felt in my heart.

"Papi?" she breathed.

I stroked her cheek. "Dime, mijita."

"Am I... doing okay? The right way, I mean?" Even in the dim light I could see her blushing. She wanted instruction, needed it in order to feel like an active participant – active in her own deflowering, how ironic.

I guided her legs around my waist. "Raise your legs up,mijita... That's it... Oh god..." As her legs closed around me, they drew my cock deeper inside my baby's pussy. Working my cock in and out, I wrapped my arms tight around her and buried my face in her soft breasts, wanting to feel her all around me, to surround myself in her beauty and youth. I felt her hands cradle the back of my head, holding my face to her breast in an inverted gesture of comfort.

I tried so hard to hold back, to prolong the experience as long as I possibly could, knowing in my heart that it could never happen again, but I had denied myself fulfillment for so long that my climax built swiftly. I gritted my teeth, trying to maintain control. That was the moment my Lexie really started to get into the experience. Her legs still wrapped around me, she began arching her hips up in time with my thrusting to take my rigid cock deeper into her hot wetness.

"Ay,papi," she breathed, her face flushed with pleasure. Her moans became gasps as she rocked with me faster and faster until it was she who controlled the pace of our forbidden fucking. Her tight little pussy gripped me like a vise, jerking me off with every stroke. I felt my orgasm coming closer and closer – I had to call her off, I couldn't cum in my little girl.

"Lexie," I groaned. I rose up on my arms to begin getting off her, but doing so angled my cock deeper into her. Her legs locked around me, demanding more action. I felt a moment's panic. I couldn't hold back much longer. Suddenly she pulled me back down to her, where I landed heavily, slamming my cock deep, sending both of us over the edge.

I tried to withdraw, but Lexie's arms and legs were locked around me so tight I could barely breathe. The sounds of our hoarse cries mingled and echoed together through the dark house as her clenching pussy milked every drop of hot cum from my throbbing cock. I felt my soul being sucked out of my body through my cock, as though my orgasm was my body's fight to retain its life. We rocked wildly against one another in time with the contractions of our orgasms.

I'd never intended to shoot my load in my little girl. But I'd also never in my life experienced the mind-blowing pleasure that accompanied such an incredibly taboo act. Well and truly spent, I collapsed on my baby girl, our breaths fanning one another's faces. A low purr vibrated from Lexie's throat as little aftershocks traversed her body, and I smiled.

I rose up on one elbow and smoothed the mussed hair from Lexie's damp brow. She smiled, told me she loved me, and sealed it with a deep kiss. I loved her too, and she smiled again.

"I didn't want to cum in you," I said guiltily. Her face fell. "But it felt incredible,mijita." She lit up again.

I caressed her face with a touch of sweet sadness, vowing to myself that this should not – could not – happen ever again. I would protect her and love her, but never again defile her. She almost seemed to read my thoughts, as she scrutinized my face. Then she gave me a knowing smile, disarming me, and I wondered if I may have underestimated my little girl's determination. Too tired to ponder it at this late hour, I gathered her close to me, and we both fell asleep, locked together in love.