I leaned in for a kiss. She raised her head to meet my lips. These beautiful lips that I wanted to feel. The ones I wanted wrapped around me as I fed her my cock. So beautiful. Resilient and brave.
Soft. Wet. Open.
I delved deeper, tasting her as she pulled me closer, squashing her toy and reminding me of her rib. The doctor had said it was safe, but I’d watched her manage the pain and discomfort for weeks.
She reached between us and I hissed into her mouth as she gripped my cock. It twitched in her hand. She pushed her hand down to the base until I grunted, then tugged upwards. There was no way she’d make me spill prematurely.
I released her lips and pulled back.
She shifted her hips and spread her thighs wider.
The soft curls were damp.
The taste still lingered on my lips.
I’d never harm her or take her for granted. Her trust in me was everything.
“Is my Princess ready for Daddy?” I teased, tapping against her until I heard the soft wet sounds between us.
“Yes,” she groaned, tilting her hips as she tried to chase more friction.
I dragged myself slowly along her, teasing her open before reaching her entrance.
Just one word—a whisper.
“Please.”
“Good girls get every last inch, Sayla,” I said, pressing into her.
Her breath came out ragged and uneven.
She clung to me tightly, drawing me deeper.
“Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. More, please,” she cried, eyes closed, dark hair spread across the blue beneath her.
Something in my chest shifted.
Seeing her like this. Vulnerable. Needy. Innocent.
I’d cut my own blood out with a scalpel to make space for her.
Her soft moan made me move closer still.
I watched the way she opened for me. The way she accepted everything I gave her. Every twitch, every sound, every whispered plea.
Stunning.
I waited until she adjusted to my girth. It would be a tight fit, but I was willing to work through it. I held the backs of her thighs, ready to move, and it took a few moments before I felt her relax.
Pandora stayed over her ribs.
I pulled back and saw that she’d coated my length before I drove myself back inside her until we both moaned. She had the most incredible pussy I’d ever had the privilege of being inside.
“Yes, Ash—Daddy. Just there.”
Her words fractured something inside me. She was here. She was mine. My fingers bit into her legs as I began to thrust. Long, deep thrusts. Heavy enough for us to slap against each other. Each time my balls hit her slippery, wet pussy, I had to hold myself back from coming.
“My. Good. Fucking. Girl,” I rasped, driving into her with each word.
