“You gave me your virginity, baby. My good girl. My brave girl. Daddy is so proud of you.”
She moaned again, louder now, her voice crumbling under the rhythm I set.
I held her hips steady with one hand, kissed every trembling part of her I could reach, her cheek, her shoulder, the inside of her wrist.
“You’re mine, My girl. My sub. Made for this” I whispered between thrusts.
Her breath broke. “Daddy?—”
“I know, baby. I know.”
I moved harder, praising her between every thrust, lifting her, kissing her, worshipping every part of her as she gasped and whimpered and arched like she’d never known she could.
“Taking me so deep… look at you, baby…”
Her breathing broke. The sight of it, her first-time wrapped around my cock, trusting me with everything. Fuck. It finished me.
I thrust once—twice—buried myself deep—and heat rush through me, filling her with my come as I groaned into her neck, holding her hips firmly against mine.
I stayed over her, panting against her cheek, refusing to pull out yet. Not when she was still shaking. I kissed her everywhere.
Across her cheek, the corner of her mouth, “So fucking proud of you,” I kissed her throat, the hollow of her collarbone. “You did so good for me baby. So fucking good for daddy.” Little, reverent brushes of my mouth like I could mark every place that had just taken me.
She made a small, wrecked sound and melted heavier into the mattress. My fingers traced lazy paths down her back. My girl was minutes away from falling asleep. I could sense it.
When I slid my arm under her and started to lift, she groaned like I’d just asked her to run laps.
“What are you doing,” she muffled against my chest.
“We’re getting up.”
“No, we’re not. I like it here. This is my new permanent residence.” Her arms tried to tighten around me, she barely had the strength.
I huffed, kissing her hairline. “You have to move, baby.”
“Why,”
“Because you have to pee.”
That got her blinking. “What?”
“You heard me.”
I scooped her up, blanket and all, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist even though she was too tired to cling properly. Every part of her felt boneless and used and mine. Crow-deep satisfaction rolled through my chest.
“In case I wasn’t clear, this feels illegal.”
“It’s basic biology.”
She tipped her head back enough to squint at me. “You’re making me pee as aftercare?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
I carried her into the ensuite, flipping the light on low. I turned the soft lights on. I did not want her flinching from lights.
I set her down carefully in front of the toilet, hands steady at her waist until she found her balance, “Because you’re going to pee after sex. Every time.”
