Page 134 of Hunt Me, Daddy

Without another word, he pushed forward, entering me slowly, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust to the size of him, stretching me, filling me until I felt like I was going to break apart from the sheer pleasure of it. It hurt, but not as much as I expected. He took his time. He was thorough about it. He let me feel every inch; my fingers dug into his back and I held on because that was the only thing I could do in that moment.

He sank all the way inside of me and paused, and then he started to move, a slow, steady rhythm that was both agonizing and exquisite. He was taking his time, savoring every second, but I was past slow. I was past savoring. I needed more.

“Please,” I gasped. “Please, Daddy.”

That did it.

His control snapped.

He let out a low groan and thrust into me, hard and deep, the sudden force of it stealing my breath. My back arched off the bed as a cry tore from my throat. He set a punishing pace, driving into me again and again, each thrust harder, deeper than the last. One of his hands found the side of my hip, gripping me tight and holding me in place as he took what he wanted, what I was begging him to take.

“You feel that, little girl?” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “You feel how deep Daddy is inside you? You feel how perfectly your little pussy takes my cock?”

I could only moan in response, my body trembling, my mind a complete blank, consumed by the feeling of his length driving into me over and over again.

“Answer me,” he demanded, his other hand tangling in my hair, tugging my head to the side so he could nuzzle my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin. “Answer your daddy unless you need me to take you over my knee first.”

“Yes,” I cried out, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back. “Oh, God, yes. I feel you.”

“You’re mine, Kit,” he rasped, his thrusts becoming even more powerful, more relentless. “This tight little pussy is mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped, the words ripped from me. “Oh, Daddy, I’m yours.”

He let out a low, guttural sound, a sound of pure, unadulterated male satisfaction. “That’s my good girl. Now come for me. Come all over Daddy’s cock.”

And I did. I shattered, my body convulsing, waves of pleasure so intense they were almost painful crashing over me, tearinga scream from my lungs. I bucked against him, my inner walls clamping down on him, my entire world dissolving into a blinding, white-hot burst of ecstasy.

I came back to myself slowly, my body still trembling with aftershocks, my limbs heavy and boneless. Ivan was still inside me, still hard, still breathing heavily. He had slowed his pace, moving in and out of me with long, slow, languid strokes now, letting me ride out the last remnants of my orgasm.

He shifted, lowering himself onto his elbows, framing my face with his arms. He brushed a sweat-dampened strand of hair from my forehead, his gaze soft, tender, and so incredibly intense it made my breath catch.

“You look so beautiful when you come, little girl,” he murmured, his lips tracing the line of my jaw. “All flushed and breathless and completely wrecked for Daddy.”

My cheeks heated, but this was a different kind of blush than the ones I’d felt before. This was a blush of untainted feminine satisfaction. I looped my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss, a deep, slow, thoroughly satisfied kiss.

“I think I could get used to this,” I whispered against his lips.

“Good. Because you’re going to be getting a lot of it.” He started to move again, a slow, easy rhythm that was less about taking and more about savoring me. My pleasure built and built and built, and before long, I was wanting more. I arched into him, my hands sliding down his back to grip the hard muscles of his ass, pulling him deeper, urging him on.

“I need more,” I breathed, the words a desperate plea. “Harder, Daddy. Please.”

He stilled inside me, his eyes searching mine. “You’re sure?”

I nodded, my gaze locked on his, all my defenses stripped away, leaving only raw, aching need. “Please, Daddy.”

A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. He pushed himself up, kneeling between my thighs, and I looked up at him, at the hard lines of his chest and abdomen, at the raw hunger in his eyes, and I felt a fresh wave of desire wash over me. He flipped me over with surprising ease, pulling me up onto my hands and knees.

“Stick your ass out for me, little girl,” he commanded in a low growl. “Let Daddy see what’s his.”

I did, my head dropping forward, my back arching. I felt him shift, the bed dipping as he settled behind me. I was still so sensitive from my earlier orgasm, and from the spanking, every nerve ending on high alert. I felt the warmth of his hand a second before it landed, a sharp, stinging smack on my right cheek.

I cried out, my body jolting forward just a hair as a fresh wave of wetness flooded my core.

He smacked me again, this time on the left cheek, just as hard, the sound echoing in the quiet room. The sting was immediate and intense, a fiery heat that spread through me, mingling with the deep, throbbing ache of my need. He gave me four more, two on each cheek, the blows landing in a steady, punishing rhythm.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

“Yes, Daddy!” I cried out, my hands fisting in the sheets.