“What if Daddy’s too big?”
I shake my head. Shift my hips back and forth as I rub against her entrance, letting her tightness know what it’ll feel like when I fill her up.
“Your pussy is mine, Rose. Just mine. Your horny little hole was made to take me. You can do this.”
She smiles gratefully. “Thanks, Daddy.”
For a terrifying second, I think I’m going to surge all over her pink swollen pussy. Think my cum is going to hose her pussy white.
Gaining control—as much as I can anyway—I arch my back and push inside of her.
Fucking …
Heaven.
Pure heat.
Pure bliss.
Belonging like I ever thought I could.
She gasps and slides her hands to my neck, tugging on me. I push until I’m buried all the way inside of her. Stuffed to the hilt as her young passage grips me tightly. Like she never wants to let go.
“So—buh-big,” she moans.
“I’m all…” I shudder. “The way in.”
Her lip twitches. “All the way?”
I lean down, brush my lips against hers. “You’re doing so well. Taking every inch of Daddy’s dick.”
Slipping out slowly, I watch her face. Watch the way her big tits shiver with each movement. Her smile turns into a pout of pleasure when I side out to her entrance, letting my end kiss her slit again.
“Is there something you want to tell Daddy?” I groan.
She tugs on my neck. I know what she wants. What she needs.
“Say it,” I demand.
“Fuck me, Daddy.”
That ruins me.
I thrust with my hips, grinding into her again. Holding myself up with my fists buried in the couch so I can watch the pleasure dance across her beautiful face. She stares up at me in shock. Like she can’t believe how good it feels. And so quickly.
Her no-longer-a-virgin’s body instinctively moves in time with me. Her hips arch and angle so that she matches my thrusts.
“Fuck, fuck.” I gasp. “You’re a natural, Rose.”
“Mmm, yeah, Daddy?”
“You were made to ride Daddy’s dick.”
I lean down, kissing her neck. Biting so that I know I’ll leave a mark. Tattoo her with my possession just like the ink covering me.
She wraps her arms around me and holds me close. Our bodies move like one being. One pleasure-hungry monster feeding on the slickness and the tightness.
Her pussy hugs me like a glove of fire. Tightens and twitches so that I can feel every nuance of her lust in the pulsations of her inexperienced body. She scratches her fingernails down my back. Cutting. Good. I want her to mark me.
