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“I’m far from perfect,” I say, swallowing hard as he continues to stare. “I’ve got stretch marks, my stomach is too big, and my—”

“Stop. You’re perfect,” he says again, his rough hands landing against my hips before they begin to wander. “Do you know how long Daddy has wanted to touch your smooth skin like this?”

I swallow hard, my throat tight as his hand wanders up and over my breasts, the calluses on his hands scratching along my skin as he pinches my nipples and growls low in his throat.

On instinct, I squirm and cover them up.

“Kitten,” Reed says, tone deep, “I need you to stand perfectly still while Daddy inspects your pretty, little body. Okay? Tell me you understand.”

I nod slowly, a gush of warmth spilling into my seam just in time for him to notice.

With intention, his hand moves down toward my thighs, his big hand palming over my pussy. “You’re all sloppy and wet for Daddy. Are you excited to feel my big cock inside of you?” The cadence of his speech has slowed to something hypnotic, and his gaze is warm and wild like he’s out of his mind.

“I’m so excited,” I manage, voice trembling as he stands from the bed and lifts my chin before leaning in for a kiss. It’s soft and gentle, but there’s an ache behind it that says he wants more.

A lot more. More than I’ve ever given anyone.

“Unbuckle Daddy’s jeans, kitten.” His voice is low and rumbling, sending a pulse straight to my clit.

With shaky hands, I do as he’s asked, unbuckling his jeans slowly before tugging them down to the ground with his boxers.

I’ve never seen him in the flesh like this. Sure, I’ve seen the outline and size of his bulge, and of course I’ve imagined what it would look like, feel like, taste like so many times over the years, but actually staring down at it is a completely different experience.

He’s huge. Bigger than I’d imagined. Thicker too, with one large pulsing vein winding around his girth like steps up a tower.

I reach down and grip his hard pole with my hand and pump. It’s the first time I’ve ever had a dick in my hand before, and I don’t really know what I’m doing with it, but I do my best to mimic what I’ve seen in movies and porn.

“Good girl, touching Daddy’s dick like that.” He groans and rolls his neck in a slow circle as I continue to pump my fistup and down his swollen cock. “You’re doing such a good job, baby. Don’t stop.”

His thick fingers sweep against my creamy seam as I work him over.

“Go inside, Daddy. I want to feel the stretch.”

He shakes his head and steps forward, his cock pressing against my belly. “I want you as tight as can be for me, little girl.”

My clit pulses deep and hard, and I swear to heaven I’m going to explode if this man doesn’t fuck me right here and now.

“Then fuck me, Daddy. Please… I can’t take it anymore!”

He leans in and swallows every whine with a kiss, as the heel of his palm grinds up against my clit, playing with it just enough to keep me on the edge of losing control.

“Fuck,” he groans and bends me forward, the air mattress sinking beneath my knees as I feel the poke of his thick head slide against my messy crease. “I want to be careful with you, kitten, but I’m about to lose it.”

“So lose it,” I pant, my core aching so badly that I’d sell my soul to feel Reed’s thick cock pulsing inside of me.

A moment later, I get my wish and he’s pressing in with a slow, bellowing groan that sets me on fire.

I’ve never experimented with dildos, and I never could find the right angle to finger myself, so this is the very first time anything has ever been inside of me. Heck, I don’t even use tampons.

I’ve read a lot about losing my virginity, though, and apparently, it’s supposed to hurt, but it doesn’t yet. Right now, it feels like warm stretching.

He grips my hips and sinks in further, panting as he says, “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight. Daddy’s not gonna last long, kitten.”

I’m breathing so fast that I’m feeling dizzy, and the pain I didn’t feel a minute ago is now in full force.

“Oh God,” I whine. “That hurts.”

“Hurts?” Reed slows behind me, though I feel the tension in his body still desperate to drive forward. “Fuck. I’m sorry. You okay?”