“Better.”
My lips brushed her temple. “Good. That’s so good baby. Now Daddy needs something from you.”
“What…?”
“Move your hips for me.”
A breath caught in her throat. “I don’t know how.”
My hand smoothed down her thigh, guiding her leg around my waist. “You just follow what your body tells you. A little tilt. A little roll. That’s it.”
She hesitated.
“It hurts a bit when I move.”
“That’s because you’re tight. It’ll ease. And moving helps, baby. Trust me.”
Her eyes fluttered shut. A tiny shift. Barely anything. A tremor of her hips. But she moved for me.
My breath punched out in a groan against her throat. “Such a good girl listening to daddy…that’s my girl… look at you…”
She blushed hard. “Was that okay?”
“Perfect.” My hands framed her hips. “Do it again, angel.”
She tried again, another small lift, another tremble, her body adjusting around me with each millimeter.
I swore under my breath, forehead dropping to her shoulder.
“Fuck—yes—like that… you’re doing so good…”
Her hips tilted once more, instinct taking over. Learning to take me.
“It feels… better. Not as sharp. But Vince…you’re… too big…” The sound she made at the end of it…fuck. I kissed her jaw, soft as I moved inside her.
“I know, baby. Daddy’s got you.”
A small, helpless whimper left her. I chuckled under my breath, not mocking, wrecked. “You’re okay,” I whispered against her cheek. “You’re taking me, aren’t you? That’s my girl.”
Her fingers tightened around my neck.
“Hurts,” she breathed.
“I know.”
My hand slid between us, down her stomach, finding her clit. “I’m easing it.”
The second my fingers brushed her, gentle circles, slow warmth, her hips loosened.
She melted.
“There you go. That’s better, isn’t it?”
She gasped, sharp, gorgeous.
“Good girl. That’s my perfect sub opening for me.”
Another gasp tore out of her when her hips rolled a little on instinct.
