The words should sound ridiculous, but they don’t. They settle into some primal part of me that responds to his claim, to his ownership. I arch up against him, seeking more contact, more friction.
“Please,” I whisper, not entirely sure what I’m asking for, but knowing I need it desperately.
“I’ll go slow,” he promises, reaching between us to position himself at my entrance. “Tell me if it hurts too much.”
I nod, my hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders as I feel the blunt head of his cock press against me.
“Relax for me,” he murmurs, his free hand sliding between us to circle my clit. “Let Daddy in.”
The dual sensation of pressure at my entrance and his fingers on my clit makes it impossible to focus on anything but the pleasure building again. I feel myself opening for him, my body yielding as he pushes forward slowly.
There’s pain—a burning stretch that makes me gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders—but it’s manageable. Bearable. Especially when he stops at every tiny flinch, giving me time to adjust, his fingers never ceasing their gentle circles on my clit.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Taking Daddy’s cock so well. Such a good girl.”
Inch by inch, he works his way inside until I feel the press of his hips against my thighs. He’s fully seated within me, stretching me in ways I never imagined, filling spaces I didn’t know existed. The discomfort is already fading, replaced by a strange fullness that borders on pleasure.
“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. “So tight. So perfect.”
He stays still for long moments, letting me adjust to the invasion, his breath hot against my face. When he finally moves, it’s a gentle withdrawal followed by an equally gentle push forward.
“Okay?” he asks, watching my face.
“Yes,” I breathe. The initial discomfort has given way to a building pleasure that makes me lift my hips to meet his next careful thrust. “More. Please.”
Something fierce and satisfied flashes in his eyes.
“Greedy girl,” he says, but his tone is approving. “Already want more of Daddy’s cock?”
“Yes,” I admit, past caring how desperate I sound. “Please, Daddy.”
He rewards me with a deeper thrust that hits something inside me that makes my vision blur.
“There we go,” he murmurs, angling his hips to hit that same spot again. “Feel good, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. So good,” I gasp, my hands sliding from his shoulders to his back, feeling the muscles shift and bunch as he moves above me.
His pace increases gradually, each thrust driving him deeper, stretching me further. What started as discomfort has morphed into an insistent pleasure that builds with every roll of his hips. I find myself meeting his movements, lifting to take him deeper, wanting more of the delicious friction.
Without conscious thought, my legs wrap around his waist, changing the angle and allowing him even deeper. He groans in approval, one hand gripping my hip to hold me in place as he begins to move more forcefully.
“That’s it,” he growls, his controlled pace beginning to falter. “Pull Daddy in deeper. Take all of me.”
I comply eagerly, my body now fully on board with this invasion, craving the stretch and fullness only he can provide. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, building toward something I can sense will be even more intense than what his mouth gave me earlier.
“Mine,” he growls against my neck, his lips latching onto the sensitive skin there, surely leaving marks. “This sweet little pussy is all mine now.”
“Yours,” I agree breathlessly, the word torn from me as he hits that perfect spot inside me again.
He lifts his head to look at me, his eyes dark with possession.
“This is our secret,” he says, each word punctuated with a thrust that makes me see stars. “Daddy’s going to bury his cock inside his baby girl every night, and no one else gets to know. No one else gets to have you.”
The possessiveness in his voice pushes me closer to the edge. I’m teetering there, so close to something monumental, when he shifts his weight to one arm and slides his other hand between us.
His fingers find my clit, circling with devastating precision, and I’m lost.
The orgasm crashes through me with such force that I cry out, my back arching off the bed. My inner walls clench around him, squeezing his cock in rhythmic pulses that seem to go on forever.
