Those are the magic words.
This time when his mouth descends, it’s with focused effort. The pleasure that had been built up is already so high, when his mouth closes over my bud and he sucks hard, I scream from the intense sensation. Pure ecstasy rolls over me, a wave of it starting between my legs and flooding my body. The restraints hold me in place as my body trembles from the deluge,shuddering, pulling, and unable to move as the sheer rapture engulfs me.
“Daddy!” I cry out again as he sucks and sucks, tugging spasm after spasm from my overwhelmed senses.
It feels so good that it hurts, aching in a completely different way from the spanking, making me sob from the intensity. Tears spark in my eyes and trickle down the sides of my head into my hair, my breasts heaving as I gasp for air. It goes on and on and on until he finally lifts his head and my muscles go limp, my head dizzy from the sensual assault.
Closing my eyes, I pant for breath as the little shudders rack my body, aftereffects from the tumult I experienced.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, as if I had anything to do with what just happened to me.
The bed shifts, and my eyes pop open as I feel him above me now, his body over me, caging mine beneath him as his forearms settle on either side of me. I look straight up into his face, his dark eyes, and our gazes lock as the thick head of his cock presses against my body. My pussy is still humming, still buzzing from the climax, leaving it exquisitely sensitive as he rubs his tip over my slick, swollen flesh.
I stare up at him, unable to look away from the hypnotic gaze, even though it makes me want to run.
“Don’t stop looking at me,” he orders, as if he knows I am about to close my eyes, to flee in the only way I can.
His hips move, and my lips open in a soundless cry as he begins to push inside me. It hurts. Not in the way the spanking did, but a deeper, more profound ache. I can feel my eyes widen as I stare up at him, pinned into place beneath him, his cock sliding into me and stretching me open.
I have never felt anything like it before in my life.
There is nothing to compare it to.
This invasion.
This intimate pain.
This feeling of a man within me.
He groans, shuddering above me, but he does not look away as he retreats slightly and thrusts in deeper. I feel him sliding against my slick flesh, stretching me open, and more tears slide from the corners of my eyes at the sharp sting as he deflowers me.
“Please, Daddy,” I whimper. “Too big.”
They are the only words I can manage. From the moment he walked into the room, I have been overwhelmed, and now I can barely think.
“Do not worry,” he says, staring at me in a manner that makes me feel like he can see straight through me to my rather sordid soul. “You will get used to it.”
He thrusts again, before I can answer, and I cry out as I arch beneath him. My muscles clamp around him, trying to hold him in place, trying to adjust, but it is no use.
I cannot help but close my eyes as he retreats and thrusts again, sinking deeper into my body.
“Fuck, Betty, you feel so good.” He shudders above me, and this time when he thrusts in, I feel his body settle against mine, his groin rubbing my swollen pearl, and sending a shock of pleasure through the pained ache between my legs. “That’s Daddy’s good girl, taking my cock so well.”
I did not feel as though I was taking it all that well. It was too big. Too hard. It felt like I had no space left in my body to breathe or air to speak. I certainly did not have enough to argue with him.
I whimper as he slides back again, and then he thrusts in hard, burying himself inside me again, rocking his body against my swollen pearl.
The combination of pleasure and pain is even more confusing than my reaction to the spanking he gave me earlier. It hurts and yet it does not. It feels good and yet it does not.
Groaning, shuddering, he begins to move.
If his mouth on my pussy was for me, this is for him.
He is fucking me with hard, long strokes that force me to feel every inch of his thick shaft moving inside me, stretching me open again and again. I cry out, cry, and his tongue flicks the wetness from my cheek, like he enjoys the taste of my salty tears as he ravishes my helpless body.
Every time he buries his cock in me, my pussy spasms as his body rubs against my little pearl.
Kissing his way along my jaw, he eventually comes to my lips, and claims them with his own. His tongue slides into my mouth, and I taste the salt from my tears and the sweetness from my pussy… the flavors of my deflowering. My cries are muffled by his lips as this new position has his body pressed against mine.
