Her breath hitched, half pleasure, half the sharp burn of new stretch, from my cock, Her back arched. A small tear broke loose at the corner of her eye.
I kissed it away.
“I know, I know baby, It’s a lot, isn’t it?”
She nodded, holding on to my shoulders.
“But look at you. Taking daddy’s dick so well. I’m proud baby. So fucking proud. Mm. My perfect sub, keeping your legs open so I can fuck your sweet pussy.”
My thumb stroked her ribs, coaxing her hips open.
I moved again letting her feel every inch. No longer holding back.
“You’re doing so good for me. So fucking good.”
Her lips parted, a small whimper pushed out of her chest.
“Look at what you’re doing for me,” I breathed against her throat. “Letting Daddy fuck you. This is for me, isn’t it?”
She swallowed. “All for you.”
Christ.
My pace picked up before I even meant it to.
Her body pulled me in, tight, greedy, and I followed the instinct like I’d been waiting my whole fucking life to move inside her like this.
Her hips lifted on their own, meeting the rhythm I gave her. She was learning it. Matching it. Giving it back.
“Baby…” My hand slid under her ass, lifting her so her pelvis tilted just right.
I kissed down her collarbone, her shoulder, every place I could reach while staying buried deep.
The sound she made, her first reallongmoan, tore straight through my sanity.
Her body clamped around me so tight I saw white.
“Fuck,” I groaned into her throat.
She whimpered again, hips twitching upward, a desperate little push like she was begging for more without knowing how to say it.
“You like that?” My voice dropped, darker. “You like Daddy fucking you deeper?”
Her answer was a needy, choked moan that snapped something in me clean in half. No more restraint.
“No more slow. You’re begging for it… and I need it.”
Her eyes widened, fear and want tangled together, but then she nodded, whispering, “Yes. Please, Daddy.”
My chest clenched with something holy.
I forced myself to check: “What’s your safe word?”
“Red. And I’ll tell you if I need it.”
I kissed her, slow, grateful, possessive, and then I moved.
Really moved. Deep, controlled thrusts that had her gasping into my shoulder, nails dragging across my back.
