I clung to his shoulders, my fingers digging into the warm fabric of his shirt, feeling the solid muscle beneath.
When we reached the bedroom, Daddy lowered me onto our soft new bed, the sheets cool against my heated skin. I sank into them, watching as he straightened up, his eyes locked on mine.
“Stay right there,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. Without breaking eye contact, he reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled it open. The bottle of lubeglinted in the light as he grabbed it, along with a small towel.
I bit my lip, anticipation coiling tight in my belly. Daddy climbed onto the bed, settling between my legs as he pushed them apart with his knees. He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, the slick sound making my cock twitch against my stomach.
He rubbed the lube between his fingers to warm it, then trailed his hand down my thigh, hooking my knee over his arm to expose me fully.
“It’s been a long time since you’ve taken my cock in this pretty ass, so I need to be careful and take my time opening you up.”
The first touch of his slick finger against my entrance made me gasp, my hole clenching instinctively. Daddy paused, circling the rim teasingly, spreading the lube around before pressing just the tip inside.
“Relax and let me in, baby. Just like in the bath,” he coaxed, his free hand stroking my hip. I exhaled, forcing my muscles to loosen, and he pushed in deeper.
I moaned, my head falling back against the pillow, hips lifting slightly to meet his movements.
“That’s it,” Daddy praised, adding a second finger after a few strokes. He scissored them carefully, stretching me wider, the lube making obscene wet sounds that filled the room. His eyes burned with hunger as he watched my reactions, his cock straining against his pants. “Just one more now.”
I gripped the sheets, breaths coming in short pants, completely at his mercy. “Daddy—ah!”
“Maybe I should get you a plug,” he mumbled, more to himself than to me. I wasn’t sure what kind of plug he was talking about, though.
Every thrust of his fingers drew desperate sounds from my throat, especially when they grazed against that special spot inside me that made my whole body light up.
When he finally withdrew his digits, I whimpered at the loss, but it was short-lived. Daddy positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock nudging my hole.
“This might hurt a bit. Just at first. Remember our first time?” I gulped, but nodded. “Don’t be nervous, cherub. Just let Daddy in,” he instructed, voice softening just a fraction amid the dominance. I did, inhaling deeply as he pushed in, inch by inch, filling me until he was seated to the hilt.
The fullness was exquisite; it was too much, but I craved it—craved him. The stretch stung, but I breathed through it as he stilled, letting me adjust, his hands soothing over my back.
“Good boy,” he grunted out roughly. “Fuck you’re tight. Try to relax your hole a little, baby. That’s it, there you go.”
Then he moved, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a rhythm that had me clawing at the sheets. Each thrust hit deep, his hips snapping against my ass with a slap, his grunts mingling with my cries.
“Daddy!”
“Tell me how it feels,” he said, one hand tangling in my hair to pull my head back, exposing my throat for his bites.
Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, building relentlessly.
I struggled to comprehend his demand as I writhed and moaned and cried. It took a minute, but finally I gasped, “So f-full! Deep—it’s going so deep. Oh God, oh Daddy! It’s too much!”
“Don’t come yet, cherub,” he ordered. “Be good and let Daddy use you.”
He sped up, pounding harder, his breath ragged. Tearsrolled down my cheeks as I desperately held back my rapidly impending orgasm. I shook my head from left to right, feeling so incredibly overwhelmed.
Pretty soon, I was sobbing, “Daddy, please, please! I’m gonna go crazy. It’s so much—ngh—too much!”
“I’m almost there,” he panted, his hips crashing into me hard enough that I’d surely bruise. “Just a little longer—hold it just a bit longer.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t help. All it did was make me focus even harder on how he was filling me. In and out and in and out and—
Oh God, I couldn’t take it.
It felt like my skin was on fire.
Just as I had lost hope, Daddy buried himself deep, his shaft throbbing.
