Page 13 of Dirty Sweet Daddy

"Oh," she whispers, staring at my length with something between awe and trepidation. "You're so big."

Then she bites her lip and looks at me with big, worried eyes. “Will it fit?”

“It’ll fit, baby. Daddy’s gonna make it fit,” I promise, though it might kill me. “We’ll go slow. I don't want to hurt you."

She nods, trusting me completely, and the weight of that trust nearly breaks me. I position the head of my cock at her entrance, feeling the slick heat of her against my sensitive tip.

"Have you done this before?" I have to ask, need to know.

She shakes her head, confirming what I suspected. “Been waiting for you, daddy,” she whispers. "I've only ever wanted you."

The knowledge that I'll be her first—her only—sends a surge of possessive pleasure through me. I kiss her deeply, tenderly, trying to convey without words what this means to me.

"Hold onto me," I murmur against her lips. "If it hurts too much, tell me to stop."

She nods, arms wrapping around my neck, fingers threading into my hair. I grip her hips with one hand, guiding her down slowly onto my length. The head of my cock stretches her open, her virgin entrance giving way reluctantly to my size.

"Breathe," I coach her as I feel her tense. "Relax for me, princes. Let daddy into that tight little fuck hole.”

She takes a deep breath, her body softening slightly, getting wetter at my dirty talk, allowing me to push in another inch. She's so tight, so wet, so perfect around me that it takes every ounce of restraint not to slam her down and bury myself to the hilt. Sweat beads on my forehead. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire with the effort it takes not to come right here and now.

"That's it," I praise as she sinks further onto me. "Such a good girl for Daddy."

The words make her moan, her inner walls fluttering around my cock. "You like that?" I ask, though I already know the answer. "Like being Daddy's good girl?"

"Yes," she gasps, trembling as she takes more of me inside. "Yes, I want to be your good little girl.”

Christ almighty. I continue the slow penetration, whispering praise as she stretches to accommodate me. "So perfect. So tight for me. Taking Daddy's cock so well."

When I finally bottom out, fully seated inside her, we both groan at the sensation. I hold her there, giving her time to adjust to the fullness, to the stretch. Her eyes are wide, lips parted, breath coming in short pants.

"You okay, princess?” I ask, thumbs drawing circles on her hips.

She nods, shifting slightly, causing both of us to gasp as the movement changes the angle. "It doesn't hurt," she assures me. "It just feels...full. Perfect."

I kiss her again, slow and deep, matching the rhythm I want to set with my cock. "Move when you're ready," I tell her. "Take what you need." God, this is going to kill me, but I want her first time to be good, so I hold back from every primal instinct inside me roaring at me to claim her hard and fast and dirty.

She rises experimentally, sliding up my length before lowering herself again with a soft cry. The friction is exquisite, her tight walls gripping me like a vise as she begins to find her rhythm.

I grit my teeth together, my eyes rolling back in my head. Not now. Can’t nut yet.

Fuuuck!

"That's it," I manage to growl out, guiding her with my hands on her hips. "Ride Daddy's cock. Show me how much you want it."

Her movements grow more confident, more fluid as she adjusts to my size, as pleasure begins to overtake discomfort. Her breasts bounce with each movement, visible through the thin material of her dress, and I can't resist pushing the straps down her shoulders to expose them fully.

“Oh god, look at Daddy’s perfect little titties,” I murmur, capturing one pink nipple in my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. “Bet these ripe little things have never been sucked either.”

“Lucas,” she moans, her pace increasing. "Oh god, it feels so good."

I pull back from her breast, giving her a stern look. "What do you call me when I’m inside you, princess?” I remind her, punctuating the question with a sharp thrust upward.

"Daddy!" she gasps, the word sending a jolt of pure need through my body. "I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Good girl," I praise, the words making her clench around me. "Such a good girl for Daddy."

“Fuck me, Daddy,” she whines as she licks my hair. “Please…”