Slowly, his cock entered me and my mouth opened with a tiny gasp of shock.
Fuck.
I hadn’t been stretched like this in a long time. Dean had always been the largest man I’d ever been with, but right now he felt downright monstrous. His cock felt thick enough that my pussy burned as I took him and there was a single moment where I feared that he might tear me open with his cock alone, but it passed as he roughly buried himself all the way inside me. I cried out with agonizing pleasure at the feeling.
Once he was fully seated inside my pussy, he gripped my hips and tossed me backwards on the bed with him. He quickly covered me with his massive form, surrounding me in the safety and security I felt with him close to me like this.
“This is going to hurt, little girl, but Daddy knows that you need it to,” he murmured, and my pussy tightened hard around his cock.
His mouth brushed against my ear and I shivered hard.
“Do you know how Daddy knows, little girl?”
“I’m not sure,” I whimpered, my voice trembling with every syllable.
“Daddy can feel how much that needy little pussy is clenching around his cock, little girl. He knows that you want it to hurt when he takes you. Daddy knows that his little girl needs it to hurt,” he said.
A single jolt of pleasure burst through my core and raced straight down to my clit. I could sense myself tightening around him. Now that I knew he could feel it too, my cheeks flushed with arousal.
This was filthy.
But it was perfect…
His palm circled around my throat, grasping at me with just enough firmness to make me catch my breath. He held me captive with that single hand and I panted as I waited for my fucking to truly begin.
I didn’t have to wait long.
He pulled out and thrust into me slowly, stroking his cock with the firm glove of my pussy. He groaned and I couldn’t help myself from trembling with arousal at the sound.
“Daddy’s going to enjoy this, little girl,” he mused, and I whimpered softly in both fear and excitement.
“Daddy,” I pleaded.
“This is going to hurt, sweet girl, but I think you’re going to enjoy it even more because of that,” he continued, and I couldn’t help myself from pressing up against him. The coarse hair on his chest brushed against my nipples and I shook a little bit with arousal. His mouth turned up with a knowing smirk and that made my insides clench hard with need.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned.
“Are you ready, little girl?” he asked, and I knew there was only one thing left to say.
“Yes, Daddy. Please let me come on your cock.”
The words were shameful and wrong and entirely too taboo, but I said them anyway because I wanted to. I wanted this. I wanted all of this.
Most of all, I just wanted Daddy.
Even though he’d started off slow, he didn’t remain that way for long. My body wasn’t able to get used to his size and when he thrust into me hard and fast, I felt every last inch of him. He was thick and I was so much smaller than him, but that didn’t stop him from taking me just as hard as he wanted. He was rough and it hurt. I cried out in surprise.
In all the times I’d been with him before, Dean had never fucked me like this. He’d never even remotely come close to this. I’d long since realized that I didn’t know the man I’d tricked into marrying me, but his roughness still surprised me all the same.
This was Daddy. Daddy didn’t make love.
Daddy fucked hard and the longer he used my body, the more I understood that I needed it to be like this.
I wanted it hard.
I wanted to be fucked so roughly that it hurt because it showed me just how much he cared.
I wanted Daddy and everything that came with that.
My hands tentatively curled around his neck, digging in just a little so that I could hold on. His pelvis slapped hard against mine, driving his cock into me so deeply that I could feel him pounding against my cervix. I rocked forward and made a soft keening sound as his hand slipped between us. His thumb worried my clit, and I knew that another orgasm was inevitable.
“By the time I’m through with you, you’re going to be a very sorry and satisfied little girl, do you understand me?” he whispered in my ear.
I moaned and he thrust into me harder. Faster.
“Yes, Daddy,” I cried out. His thumb pressed down harder on my needy bud and I shuddered as one jolt of pleasure after the next rushed through me at a frantic pace.
“Scream for Daddy, little girl. I want to hear every last whimper, every cry. I want every single sound you make when you come for me,” he demanded.
“Daddy!”
He worked my body with his thumb and his cock and before I knew it, I was hurtling off the edge into a blissful pool of mouthwatering pleasure. I crashed beneath the surface and I sank in deep, losing myself in the void.
At first, my cries were quiet, soft breathy pants that exposed how much I was really enjoying this, but soon they grew louder. As the seconds flew by, my moans became more desperate until my throat felt hoarse from my screams.
He didn’t slow down.
His cock never stopped hurting me, but at the same time something else began to follow in its wake. Pleasure morphed into pain and then back again, catching me in an endless riptide of consuming sensation that threatened to tear me apart.
His cock was so hard inside me, so thick and so incredibly perfect that I fell prey to its onslaught. I pawed at him in an effort to bring the two of us closer. My fingers dug into his back, clawing at him for something to hold onto.
I arched
