“Breathe, little one. In… out…”
I do as he says. He sinks in another inch. Then another. The fullness is overwhelming—pressure, heat, the impossiblethickness of him splitting me open. My nails dig into his shoulders.
“Too big,” I gasp.
“You’re takin’ me so good,” he growls, voice strained. “Look at you, stretchin’ around Daddy’s cock like you were born for it.”
He rocks gently, never forcing, just feeding me another inch at a time. Sweat beads on his brow, drips onto my collarbone. His arms tremble with restraint. When he’s finally buried to the hilt, hips flush with mine, he stills completely.
We’re both shaking.
“Feel that?” he rasps, voice wrecked. “That’s all of me inside you. You did that, baby. Took every inch.”
I can feel him throbbing deep inside me, the blunt head pressed against something that makes my toes curl. Tears prick my eyes—not from pain, but from how full, how claimed I feel.
He kisses them away. “You okay?”
I nod frantically. “Move. Please.”
He pulls back the tiniest bit, then slides back in—slow, deliberate. The drag of him against my walls is exquisite torture. Again. And again. Each stroke a little deeper, a little faster, until I’m moaning with every thrust, legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back.
“That’s my girl,” he grits out. “Takin’ Daddy so perfect. Fuck, you’re grippin’ me so tight.”
His rhythm turns rougher—still controlled, but harder, hips snapping forward now, the wet slap of skin on skin filling thecabin. The headboard thumps against the wall. I’m climbing fast, pleasure coiling tight in my belly.
“Rhett—Daddy—I’m?—”
“Come for me,” he growls against my ear. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel it.”
One more deep thrust, his pubic bone grinding against my clit, and I shatter—back arching, cry ripping out of my throat as I pulse around him, wave after wave of blinding pleasure. He fucks me through it, pace turning erratic, ragged breaths against my neck.
“Gonna fill you up,” he snarls. “Mark you inside where no one else will ever touch.”
He slams home one last time and stills, cock pulsing, flooding me with heat. I feel every thick spurt, feel him claiming me from the inside out. His groan is broken, almost pained, as he empties himself deep.
For long minutes we stay locked together, breathing hard, sweat-slick skin pressed tight. He kisses my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth.
“Mine,” he murmurs, voice soft now, reverent. “All mine.”
I smile against his beard, boneless and blissed-out. “Yours, Daddy.”
I’m shaking so hard the mattress creaks beneath us. Rhett’s still buried to the hilt inside me, thick and throbbing, stretching me to the absolute limit. Every tiny shift of his hips sends fresh sparks up my spine. My thighs are already trembling around his waist, slick with sweat and my own arousal, but he doesn’t move yet—he just watches me with those dark, predatory eyes, lettingme feel every brutal inch of him claiming space I didn’t know I had.
“Still with me, baby girl?” His voice is wrecked, gravel and smoke. One massive hand wraps around my throat—not squeezing, just holding, thumb pressed to the frantic pulse there like he’s counting my heartbeats.
I nod, lips parted, barely able to speak. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
His mouth crashes down on mine, devouring, teeth clashing, tongue fucking into me the same way his cock is about to. When he pulls back, a thin string of spit connects our lips for a heartbeat before it snaps.
“You’re gonna take everything I give you tonight,” he growls against my ear. “Every goddamn inch. Every thrust. Every drop I pump into this tight little virgin cunt. You hear me?”
“Yes—please?—”
He rears back suddenly, big hands gripping the backs of my knees and folding me in half until my thighs are pinned against my chest. The new angle drives him impossibly deeper; I feel the blunt head kiss my cervix and cry out, half pain, half blinding pleasure.
“Fuck, look at that,” he rasps, eyes locked between us where we’re joined. “Stretched so wide around me. That pretty pink pussy’s sucking me in like it never wants to let go.”
He pulls out almost to the tip—slow, deliberate—letting me feel the drag of every thick vein, every ridge—then slams back in hard enough that the headboard cracks against the wall. I scream, nails raking bloody trails down his shoulders. He doesn’t flinch. Just does it again. And again. Each brutal thrustbottoms out with a wet slap, balls smacking my ass, pubic bone grinding my swollen clit.
