He moves, writhing with me against my open slit, pushing down, knowing exactly what I need as his hulking girth sways in and out until a fire erupts again down low. I scream out as he quickens his pace, rubbing against my wet, silky slit with the hard muscle of his body.
Pleasure floods every part of my body as he presses harder, deeper, pummeling faster and faster. It sounds like the speed ofhorses racing toward the finish line. Our bodies slap together as he groans with each ramming forward motion.
My climax tears through me, along with the thickness and pain of each further stroke. Daddy groans and throws his head back, pillaging me, and I feel him swell and harden inside my clenching canal.
In a manic, furious churning, he bows his head, breathing into my neck before bringing his face to mine. His eyes are only inches away, looking at me like a treasure hunter finally upon his bounty.
“Daddy’s coming, babygirl… I’m so close…you’re such a good girl for Daddy…”
He slams into me with long, deep strokes until I feel jets of thick, hot cum spray against my inner walls. He groans and buries his cock with each explosion of his white heat, as deep as my body can take.
His cum flows out around my opening, dripping down my ass in gobs as he holds himself against me. He lowers his body so his weight is pressed from our chests down through our legs. I revel in the feeling of his hard body pushing against mine.
Our breathing is matched only by the thump of our heartbeats against one another.
I tighten myself around him, feeling the sensation of how perfectly he fits inside of me, how our bodies melt together. I want this moment to go on forever.
Daddy chuckles softly.
“You do not want me to leave, do you?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I want more. Is that wrong?”
He has awakened something inside of me, and I know I will never be the same. All my other friends who have told me about their first times described nothing close to what I just experienced.
The orgasms that continue to rip through me feel almost otherworldly, like I’m transported through time and space to someplace other than this plane of existence.
Even as I grip my inner muscles around his still thick, hard shaft, throbbing deep pain wraps me in its dark fingers. Daddy flexes his body, and the daggers jab at me again.
“Oww…” I suck a deep breath through clenched teeth.
“I’m sorry, babygirl. But I told you I would not be gentle.” His voice is low as he growls in my ear, the drag of his flared head sending a new wave of intense, white-hot pain into my body. “You need a bath and some attention. I may hurt you, but I will never willingly harm you. And I’ll always take care of you.”
He pulls out of me completely, leaving me lying in a puddle of our mutual arousal, streaked with pink on the bleached white fabric below.
I wince as he pulls me up, then swoops one hand under my knees, the other around my back, and cradles me like a china doll against the broad, hard surface of his chest.
He lifts me as though I am as light as a feather.
I rest my head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent of cologne mixed with a tinge of sweat and the smell of sex.
His body is more than a work of art. I let my fingers explore his chest, upward to the curved muscle that connects his shoulder to his neck, the indent above his collarbone. Every place I can see, I want to touch.
Daddy kisses my head as we walk to the palatial bathroom. It’s as large as the bedroom, with a gleaming white porcelain soaking tub at the center.
Once the tub is full of steaming water, Daddy slowly lowers me down. I already know that when the water hits my ragged and aching sex, there will be even more pain.
But when I finally settle down into the heat of the water, my body begins to relax. My mind wanders as he sponges me slowly and gently, my head resting against the arched back of the tub.
It feels so surreal, laying here with the man who has become my entire world in just a few days. A man that I now know as my new Daddy. Less than a week ago, I was acting the part of the spoiled princess. I was jealous and angry. I hated my parents, my stepbrother. I hated my life.
Especially the one that was planned for me.
Now, I have a new life, and one I wouldn’t change for the world.
When I open my eyes, he’s looking down at me, a crooked smile curving his lips.
“What?” I ask.
