He pulled out to add more lube and then worked back in with two fingers, pressing the smooth ring of flesh surrounding him, stretching it slowly to prepare her to take more. He contemplated adding a third but decided against it. If she struggled to take his dick, he could always retreat and try it then. But he’d found two fingers was usually sufficient for prep.
The next time he slid his fingers out, he cleaned them off with baby wipes and then lubed up his cock, added more to her hole.
“Are you ready for Daddy’s cock, babygirl?”
“Yes, Daddy, please I’m ready. I want it. Want it so bad.”
Gunnar lined up his rock hard dick with her sweet little rosebud and pressed, keeping a hand on her lower back to soothe and pet her while he worked his way in. She was breathing hard, likely from arousal, but he didn’t want her to hyperventilate.
“Twyla, baby, slow down. Breathe slow for me, okay? I don’t want to stop but I will if you can’t control yourself.”
That was the ticket because she was as eager as he was and slowed her heaving breaths down until they were more measured. Then Gunnar proceeded to work himself into her tight, hot channel that was slick with lube. Heaven. Her ass was heaven.
His head dropped back as he slid home and he took a moment to grip her hips hard and hold her there so he could enjoy how her internal muscles squeezed him. He’d better get to fucking her because this wasn’t going to last long, not long at all.
Gunnar pulled out just to enjoy the hot slide into her channel again and Twyla pressed back at him, eager. Good.
“I want you to come little girl. Come on my cock, rub your sweet little pussy on your horsey and come for Daddy while I’m deep in your ass.”
“Oh, fuck.”
Twyla was usually very good about watching her language but she’d apparently lost her senses because she was bucking hard against him and the horse. He’d punish her later for that transgression, but for now he would enjoy her loss of control and fuck her, fuck her hard. His sweet horny little darling who loved to be fucked up the ass. She was so perfect it hurt.
It wasn’t long before Twyla was gasping and shouting and losing the rhythm she’d rocked to her climax with, her tight pulsing muscles milked the orgasm from from him. Felt like he’d blown his brains out his cock and into her ass by the time he’d finished spurting thick ropes of come inside her.