Paying Her Dues (Price of Love #4) Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Price of Love Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
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I place myself at her opening again, feeling her walls part and clench. I place my elbows on either side of her, above her shoulders, pushing my forehead against hers. And then, when our eyes are locked, I clench my hips, and push, push, fucking push inside her virgin hole.

The viscous wetness of her desire is washed away by her hymen blood. She cries out in pain, gripping my shoulders, holding me as close as she can.

Fuck, I love this. I need this. I revel in her pain and her embrace. “There’s no other way to do this, baby girl. Just breathe. Just fucking breathe.”

I inhale deeply, letting my pecs press powerful against her tender breasts. She mimics my breathing instantly, no questions, no doubts. Such a good fucking girl, through and through.

My whole body is on fucking fire. Burning up with need. Every fucking muscle, every fucking drop of blood and cum—it’s all need, pure need. For her. For this. For us.

She fights me hard, squirming, kicking, digging her heel into my thigh. But the more she fights, the harder I push.

“Shh, shh, shh,” I say, my lips wet against the shell of her ear. “It’s okay. It’ll be fine in a second. Do you trust me?”

“Yesssss,” she sobs out, “Yes.”

“Good girl. Just lean into that pain. Be strong for me now, baby. Just let it ride. I’m not moving until it’s done.”

I keep her close and safe and tight against my body. She’s fighting me hard, willful and scared. I feel the hotness of her tears against my shoulder. “It hurts, Mike. It really, really…”

Protect her. Keep her. Hold her. Be the man she deserves. Don’t fuck her; not yet. Not yet.

“You’re so little, baby girl. And I’m so big. Of course it hurts.”

“You are, Daddy. You’re so big,” she says, but as she says it, I feel the pain start to ebb away. She writhes again and it makes me even more desperate to lust-fuck her into a begging mess. “I don’t know if I can handle this.”

Those words make my body tense up. Her, with her fucking discipline and focus, her with her fucking intensity and skill, if she can’t handle me, then I’m really at her fucking limit. And her reluctance, it lights a fire in me. To take her to limits she’s never even imagined. Fuck. Here comes the rage. But I keep the rage at bay. I stay buried deep inside her, as gentle as nine inches of throbbing cock can be inside a virgin hole. “If you keep fucking fighting, baby girl, I’m going to give you something to fight against.”

She sobs into my shoulder, and I feel her body begin to relax. The threat of more pain, it lessened the current pain. And that was the whole idea.

“Okay, Daddy,” she whispers. “Okay.”

I bury my face in the curve of her neck, that creamy flesh, that cool young skin, sucking on the edge of her earlobe. Her body reacts instantly, and her pussy tightens powerfully around my dick. I go slow, I’m tender and kind, and it’s just what she needs to star to let go. Her whines and fight slip in an instant to whimpers and flutters of her soaking-wet cunt.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

Her consent, her acceptance is almost timid, almost shy. Her back arches, she pushes her head into the down pillows. “Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.”

“There you go. Feel that pussy throb. Your body wants this. You want this. Because this is what you were put on this earth to do, baby girl. You were built for me to take you. You were built for my big cock.”

She hooks her legs around my waist, ankles at the small of my back. The shift in her hips lets me get deeper, lets me push past her battered hymen and right up against the tight knot of her cervix.

I pull out half a length, feeling my balls fill with even more cum. Locked and loaded. But not yet. Not fucking yet.

I dive back in, groaning over her cries and moans.

“Atta girl, baby. Taking your first cock. My cock. So spread those thighs and take it,” I say, with a thrust that jiggles her tits. “Do it. Fucking show me you can do it.”

Her face flushes, like it does before she’s about to cum. I can see she likes that praise; responds to it, needs it even. Just as much as I need to give it. We are two halves of the same whole.

Now her little cunt is gushing as I fuck her harder and more. God almighty, what if on top of everything else—on top of her beauty, on top of her sweetness, on top of her innocence—what if she’s a good little squirter, too?

“I want a lifetime of this, baby girl. I’m going to have a lifetime of this. Now that I’ve got you,” I say, driving into the hilt, “There’s not a fucking chance I’m letting you go.”



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