Page 128 of Merciless Daddy

My back lifted from the bed. My thighs shook. I cried his name while pleasure clenched around his fingers in hard, helpless waves.

He stayed with me through every one.

Slower.

Softer.

Until I pushed weakly at his shoulder.

Then he stopped. Sal kissed my inner thigh and climbed over me.

His mouth was wet with me. I pulled him down and kissed him.

The taste made my pussy clench again—salt, sweet, earth.

“I want you inside.”

His eyes searched mine. “Now?”

My body tightened at the size of him.

Sal positioned himself between my thighs but did not enter.

“You control it,” he said. “Hand on my hip. Pull me when you want more. Push me when you want less.”

I put both hands on him. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance. I pulled.

He entered slowly.

The stretch burned. Not painfully, but enough that my breath stopped.

Sal stopped too.

“Breathe.”

I did. His forehead touched mine.

“More?”

“Yes. I want more, I want so much more.”

I pulled again.

Another inch.

The fullness became intense. My body resisted, then opened around him.

“More,” I whispered.

He gave it.

Slowly.

Until his hips met mine and his cock filled me completely. Neither of us moved.

His jaw was tight. Sweat had gathered at his temple. His arms shook with the effort of holding himself above me.

“Sal.”