He curls his fingers inside me. It’s so intense. The pressure builds in a way I've never felt before, almost scary in its intensity.
"Daddy, wait—something's wrong—I feel—"
"Nothing's wrong. You're safe. Let go for me. Trust Daddy."
The pressure breaks and I come with a force that shocks me, wetness gushing over his hand. I cry out, half pleasure and half surprise, my body doing something it's never done before.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Shh." He kisses my thigh, his voice full of awe. "Don't apologize. That was perfect. You're perfect. Never done that before, have you?"
"No, I—I didn't know I could—"
"Because you've never trusted anyone enough to let go completely." He works me gently through the aftershocks. "But you trust Daddy. Don't you, little girl?"
"Yes," I breathe, tears pricking my eyes from the vulnerability of it. "Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl. My perfect, trusting girl." He keeps going, coaxing one more squirting orgasm from my oversensitive body until I'm boneless and shaking.
"Think you can take Daddy's cock now?" He's stripping off his jeans, and oh god, he's huge.
"Yes, Daddy."
He positions himself at my entrance. "This might hurt at first. Tell me if it's too much."
"I trust you."
He pushes in slowly, watching my face. The stretch is intense, bordering on too much, but also perfect.
"Fuck, Lilah. So tight. So perfect." He stays still, letting me adjust. "You okay?"
"So okay. Please move, Daddy. Need you to move."
He starts with slow, deep thrusts. His hands are everywhere - in my hair, on my breasts, gripping my hips.
"Mine," he growls. "My little girl. My perfect girl."
"Yours, Daddy. All yours."
He increases the pace, fucking me harder. The bed creaks. His back muscles flex with each thrust. I can see the scars moving, proof that he's healed. That we've healed each other.
"Touch yourself," he orders. "Make yourself come on Daddy's cock."
I reach between us, fingers finding my clit. The added stimulation is almost too much.
"That's it. Good girl. So good for me."
"Daddy, I'm close!"
"Wait for me. We come together. Can you do that?"
"Yes, Daddy!"
He fucks me harder, faster. I'm right on the edge, holding back, waiting for permission.
"Now," he growls. "Come now."
I explode, clenching around him. He follows immediately, groaning my name, filling me with his release.
