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But I did. I liked it a lot.
Even though it hurt. Especially because it hurt.
My legs trembled and I whimpered, feeling as though I was drowning in a chasm of never-ending pleasure. My fingers tightened around the blanket beneath me as I tried to hold onto my sanity, but as I took every inch of Daddy’s cock, I soon realized that I wouldn’t be able to.
I came a third time and then a fourth. By the fifth orgasm, my screams echoed throughout the room.
Then the vibrations increased in intensity and I cried out in fear. My anger at my arousal and how much the spanking hurt had already faded, leaving me with a nervous anxiety at how many times he was going to make me come for him and how sore my bottom hole was going to be by the end of it.
I shuddered as another orgasm racked my body senseless. I cried out as his thrusts became harder, his cock taking my bottom more deeply than ever. Every time he slammed into my bottom, it reawakened the soreness of his initial entry. The constant burning ache pulsed deep in my bottom, settling in my core and rushing through every muscle until I was a mess of sensation.
It was no longer clear if I was feeling pleasure or pain or even desire. It didn’t matter.
“Daddy!” I screamed as I came several more times, each one harder than the last. I grew desperate, just like he said I would. By the tenth orgasm, my legs started to shake and by the fifteenth, they gave out entirely. I held onto the bed for dear life, and still he fucked my bottom as hard as he liked.
“Keep coming for Daddy, little girl. He’s enjoying himself,” he chided.
“Please!” I begged.
“Daddy is taking his time, little girl,” he scolded with a hard thrust that made me moan with pleasure and cry out from the scorching pain.
I writhed beneath him and then the vibrations increased once again.
Sixteen.
My fingers tightened so hard that my knuckles turned white.
Seventeen.
My toes curled and my legs quaked hard.
Eighteen.
My back arched and my hips lifted so that I could take him even deeper in my bottom.
Nineteen.
My screams grew so loud that my voice went hoarse.
Twenty.
Surrender. Complete and utter surrender.
I writhed, fully immersed in the power of my pleasure. My skin buzzed with flickering sensation and there was nothing more than Daddy and me. His pelvis slapped against my bottom, the sound wet and sordid and then his seed burst up inside me, hot and thick and possessive.
He fucked me slowly after that, dragging out his own orgasm even as I suffered through mine. My entire body pulsed hard and I couldn’t stop myself from shaking.
I started to cry.
I gave him everything.
He gathered me in his arms and held me as I shook against him. He’d taken care of me in a way that I had never expected, and I adored him for it. My heart pounded and my breathing was frantic. He pulled out of my bottom and gathered me in his lap, curling his body around me in a protective embrace.
It didn’t matter that his seed was dripping down the backs of my thighs, clear evidence of the fact that Daddy had taken my last virgin hole.
I decided that I loved that.
He lifted me and tucked me into bed.
