“Good girl,” I say, and kneel again, hands on her hips, mouth on her stomach, working lower. The g-string is soaked already, the triangle of mesh almost transparent. I drag it down her thighs, slow, savoring the scent of her—musky, sweet, perfect. Her pussy is shaved, the lips fat and pink, already glistening.
I kiss her thighs, then her mound, and she shivers.
“Have you ever had a man go down on you, Kat?”
She shakes her head, a nervous laugh bubbling out.
“Only you, Daddy.”
“Good,” I growl. “That’s the way it should be. Your horny cunt is reserved for Daddy and only my kisses can make you feel good.” Then, I run my tongue over her clit, slow and deliberate, savoring her slickness.
She cries out, grabbing my hair, hips jerking. I lap at her, circling the clit, then plunging my tongue inside. She tastes like sugar mixed with honey, and I want more.
“Oh—Daddy, please,” she gasps, rocking her hips against my face.
I suck her clit, flicking it with my tongue, and she melts, knees buckling. I slide two fingers inside, feeling how tight she is—how unbroken, how impossible—and it almost undoes me.
“God, you’re so small, baby,” I growl, standing, lifting her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, clinging to me like a life raft.
I carry her to the bed, lay her down gentle as spun glass, and strip out of my own clothes. She watches, wide-eyed, as my cock springs free, thick and deep purple, veins snaking up the shaft.
“Oh, Daddy!” she whispers, eyes locked on it. “Oh my god!”
“It’s big,” I admit, stroking it for her benefit. “But I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
She spreads her legs, hands shaking as she reaches for me.
I kneel between her thighs, cock in hand, and rub the tip of my cock up and down her slit, gathering her wetness. I push in, just a little, and she tenses.
“Breathe, Kitten,” I say, kissing her. “Let Daddy in.”
She does, and I press forward, the head sliding in, the walls of her pussy gripping me like a fist.
“Jesus, you’re small,” I hiss, almost coming on the spot.
She gasps, face twisting, but doesn’t tell me to stop.
I pull back, then push in further, each time getting a little deeper. Her pussy is so fucking tight, the resistance unreal, but I go slow, letting her adjust.
“Does it hurt?” I ask, brushing her hair off her face.
“A little,” she says, voice thin. “But it’s okay, and I like you stretching me like this, Daddy. Keep going.”
I do, inch by inch, until I hit the barrier. The mythic “first time,” the wall that’s supposed to mean something.
“Ready?” I ask, and she nods.
I push, just a little, and feel it give. She cries out, tears springing to her eyes, but I don’t move, just hold her, kissing her cheeks, her forehead, her lips.
“It’s okay, baby,” I murmur. “You did perfect. It’s over now. Daddy will take care of you.”
She sobs once, then wraps her arms around my neck, holding tight.
I stay still, letting her body adjust, letting her own it.
When she relaxes, I start moving, slow and shallow at first, then deeper. Her pussy softens, the pain replaced by heat, by want.
“Oh, god,” she breathes, and I feel her clench around me.
