She handed it to me without question, her body moved, opening her up some more, and I slid another inch or so into her tight heat.
“You’re so big,” she gasped, holding herself off my lap, but her pussy wasn’t on the same page. It wanted me, milking and sucking me into her depths.
“Lean back,” I demanded, snapping a photo of her beautiful body when she did as told.
“Fuck, sweetness. You’re goddamn gorgeous.”
Her pussy stretched around my thickness, her head tilted back, her face obscured by the filter I used to blur out the background. I showed her the photo. Her eyes widened at the image that would live rent-free in my mind until I took my last breath.
“Oh! Wow!”
“You like seeing my dick split you open, huh?” I asked, pushing up into her a little more, her breath catching in her throat.
“Should I send it to Papi?” I asked.
A high-pitched, needy whine filled the room, and I chuckled.
“Want me to show him what he’s missing?”
“Yes!” she gasped, and she slid onto me fully, her response turning to a keening moan that I wanted to hear every day.
Multiple times.
I pressed send, dropped the phone next to us, and pulled her toward me, taking her mouth with mine. I gripped her hip to hold her steady as I thrust upwards as she whined into my kiss.
My head pressed back into the mattress as my hand wrapped around her throat, pushing her away so our eyes met.
“What’s your safe word, baby girl?”
“The colors,” she moaned as I tested the grip of her pussy looking for the spot that would make her see stars.
“Ahhhh!”
There it is. I did it again as I asked, “What colors? What do they mean? Tell Daddy.”
“Red is stop. Green is go. Yellow means slow down.”
“Good girl. What color are you?”
“Green, Daddy. So, so, green.”
“Can I trust you to use your words if your color changes?” I asked, holding her in place as I thrust into her slowly, only to retreat and do it again.
And again.
Pushing and pulling in and out of her slowly while holding her so she couldn’t move or rush me. She’d learn to take what I gave her when I gave it to her. She’d come.
Eventually.
But it would be on my timeline.
Not hers.
“I asked you a question, sweetness. Can I trust you to use your words if your color changes?”
“Yes! Please. Daddy, I need you!”
“Grab the headboard, and don’t let go.”
