Her breath hitches, a sharp, audible sound in the quiet room. She stares down at me, her eyes a whirlpool of emotions—fear, desire, and a burgeoning determination that is the fucking sexiest thing. Slowly, hesitantly, she wraps her fingers around my shaft again. Her touch is still tentative, but there is a new purpose to it. She lifts her hips, her body hovering over mine, and I watch, my own breath held captive, as she guides the thick, swollen head of my cock to her entrance. The first contact is as electric as I remember from the supply room. The slick, wet heat of her against the sensitive tip sends a jolt of pleasure through me so intense, my breath sputters over my lips.
My fingers fist in the sheets so tightly that my knuckles turn white. The pain in my clenched fists is a welcome distraction from the overwhelming urge to bury myselfinside her in one hard, deep stroke. I promised her control, and I’ll give it, even if it kills me.
She takes a deep, shuddering breath, her gaze locked on mine. In her eyes, she wrestles with her own body and the unfamiliar stretch and burn. I hold her stare, letting her see my raw hunger and restraint. “That’s it, trouble,” I rasp, my voice barely recognizable. “Take your time. Just breathe.”
She lets out a slow, controlled exhale and begins to lower herself, inch by agonizing inch. Her tight pussy slowly enveloping me is a form of torture. My world narrows to the point where our bodies are joined, to the incredible pressure and heat of her pussy surrounding me. It is better than I could have ever imagined. She is so fucking tight, a perfect, clenching glove made just for me.
I fight against the urge to move, to buck and drive deeper. I force myself to stay still, my entire body a rigid, trembling testament to my self-control. Her palms rest flat on my chest, her fingers digging into my pecs as she uses me for leverage. Her head is bowed, her hair hiding her face, but I can hear her soft, panting breaths and feel the fine tremors that are running through her body.
“Look at me,” I command. “Eyes on me, trouble.”
Slowly, she lifts her head. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted, and her eyes are dark and glassy with a mixture of pleasure and pain. “Daddy.” She sighs. “It’s too big.”
“I’m right here,” I promise, my hands gripping her hips, not to guide, but to steady her. “It’s not too big, trouble. You’re doing so fucking good, working my fat cock into your tight little pussy. You can do it. You can take the whole thing. You were made to take all of me inside of you.”
She finally manages to take the last of me, her body settling against mine, my cock buried to the hilt inside her. The feeling is so intense and all-consuming, every nerve in my body strains against the desperate need for release. For a long moment, we lie still, our bodies fused together, our ragged breaths the only sound in the room.
The world has dissolved. There is no past, no future, only the searing, all-encompassing present of Damon inside me. It is a blissful, painful stretch, a feeling of being so utterly, completely full that I think I might fracture into two. I am impaled and owned in a way that is both terrifying and profoundly right. My body trembles, a fine, uncontrollable shudder from the overwhelming reality of our connection. He is a part of me now, a thick, living presence lodged in the deepest part of my core.
I look at his face to find his jaw clenched and his eyes dark with a concentration that is almost frightening. He is holding back; I can feel it in the coiled tension of his body and the rigid stillness of his hips. He is giving me this moment to adjust, to acclimate to the sheer, breathtaking size of him.
I exhale a deep breath, and my tight, resistant muscles slowly soften to accommodate him. It is still an intense, burning stretch, but the sharp edge of pain is beginning todull, blurring into something that almost feels good. I take a shaky breath, the first full one I’ve felt capable of since he’d entered me and experimentally shift my hips. The movement is minuscule, but the effect is monumental. A jolt of pleasure shoots through me, so intense, it makes me gasp. He twitches inside me, and a deep, guttural groan rumbles from his chest.
“I’m going to move, trouble,” he warns, strained. “Just a little, to show you how it feels. But I’m going to go nice and slow. If it’s too much, tell me and I’ll stop.”
I can only nod, my words stolen. His grip on my hips tightens as he flexes his. It is a slow, deliberate withdrawal, followed by an equally slow, shallow slide back inside me. The friction is mind-blowing. Each shift sends a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through me, a delicious, dragging sensation that makes my toes curl. The initial discomfort is gone, completely eclipsed by a pleasure that is beyond intense.
“Do you like how it feels when Daddy stretches you?” he asks in a low growl. “Can you take a little more?”
“Yes,” I moan, the lone word sounding desperate. “Yes, Daddy.”
He peppers wet kisses over my lips as he languidly thrusts the entirety of his thick length into me. The kisses are soft, almost gentle, a stark contrast to the powerful, possessive way he is moving inside me. Each time he fills me, it is a revelation, a discovery of a part of myself I never knew existed. He is touching me everywhere, not just on the inside, but in some deep, hidden place in my soul. I am lost, adrift in a sea of sensation, and I never want to be found.
“I’m going to pull my cock out so I can get on top.” A wave of panic washes over me. The thought of him leaving me, even for a second, is unbearable. I tighten my grip on his shoulders, a silent, desperate plea. “It’s okay, trouble,” he soothes, his lips brushing against my temple. “I’m not going anywhere. I just want to feel you under me.”
With a deep, shuddering breath, I force myself to relax. He carefully retreats from me; the sudden emptiness he leaves behind is a hollow, aching void. With breathtaking strength and grace, he rolls us until I am on my back and he is settled between my thighs, his body a warm, heavy weight that pins me to the bed.
He looks down at me, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes my heart pound. “Breathe for me as I push back in,” he instructs.
I inhale a deep, shaky breath, and as I exhale, he slides the entirety of himself in with a single slow stroke, his hips flexing to repeat the motion. The angle is different this way, deeper and more intimate. He hits a place inside me that sends a bolt of pure, white-hot euphoria shooting through my entire body.
My lip quivers, and I struggle to draw air through the pleasure. It is too much and too intense. My hands fist at the sheets, my knuckles white, as I arch my back, offering myself up to him, completely and utterly.
“You’re doing so fucking good, taking all of my cock for the first time,” he admires in a low, rough rumble that vibrates through my entire body. “Daddy is so fucking proud of you.”
His words are my undoing. The combination of his deep, steady thrusts and his possessive praise sends me spiraling over the edge. The orgasm that rips through me is otherworldly. It isn’t a sharp, sudden explosion, but a slow, building wave that crests and crashes, leaving me gasping and trembling in its wake. My entire body convulses, my inner muscles clenching around him in a rhythmic, pulsing grip.
He continues to flex his hips, his thrusts slow and deliberate, drawing out my pleasure and prolonging the aftershocks until I am a whimpering mess beneath him.
“Do you feel me filling every inch of you?” he growls. “Do you like Daddy’s cock claiming your tight little virgin pussy?”
My body still trembling from the force of my orgasm, I find myself unable to speak. He moves a little faster, his thrusts grow a little harder, and the pleasure begins to build again, tightening with every thrust, kiss, and whispered word of praise. I’m lost in a haze of sensation, my world narrowed to the feel of him inside me, the weight of him on top of me, and the sound of him whispering in my ear. I am his, completely and utterly, and I have never felt more powerful, more alive.
He shifts his angle slightly, and the change is electric. He hits that spot deep inside me again, only this time, he doesn’t let up. He drives into me, again and again, each thrust a deliberate, calculated assault on my senses. The pleasure is almost unbearable, leaving me teetering on the edge of insanity.
“Come for me, trouble,” he commands. “Come all over Daddy’s cock.”
His words are the final push I need. The second orgasm that rips through me is even more intense than the first, leaving me screaming his name as my body arches off the bed and my nails dig into his back. He tenses above me as he drives into me one last time, a deep, guttural groan tearing from his throat as he finds his own release.
