Daddy hums his approval as he starts to move as well. The second stroke of him inside me is much less painful, but no less intense. I still feel stretched.
The next time he sinks inside me, Daddy does something that has him hitting the perfect spot inside me. I whine. He groans.
This seems to set something free. His hips pick up speed. I pause to absorb all the sensations. I hoped it would feel good, but the friction that comes with his fast rhythm has me curling my toes.
Little grunts work their way out of me like he’s pushing them up with each thrust. I can’t bring myself to care though, because there is no pride. There’s only me reaching for an orgasm that will drown all the other orgasms I’ve ever had.
Daddy whispers my name, kisses my neck, circles my clit. I’m already close. I wrap my arms and legs around him, wanting him to get as deep inside me as humanly possible. It’s so good as I feel his powerful muscles flex and ease as I glide my hands up and down his back.
“Lia,” he groans. “Daddy’s going to come inside you.”
May back arcs so hard, I’m worried I’ll buck him off of me, but my arms and legs are still twined around him like a vine, holding him to me.
Like the climax earlier, my vision blurs then sparks with all the colors of the rainbow. My muscles clench tight as if trying to hold on to the pleasure exploding inside me.
“Fuck,” Daddy shouts.
Just as I’m coming back to reality, I feel him. His shaft jerks inside me, hitting that spot again and again and again. A silent scream scratches my throat as Daddy’s muscles jolt and jitter.
Then we’re a puddle of limbs and sweat in the middle of the bed. Our breathing starts to calm as we hear tires on gravel approaching the house.
Daddy jumps out of the bed and starts tugging on clothes.
“You don’t want your friends to know about us?”
He looks at me. “Lia, if you think I’m embarrassed about what’s happening between us, you’re wrong. I’m surprised, but not embarrassed. But as much as I love my friends, your mom is the first one we need to talk to about what’s going on between us.”
“And what’s going on between us?”
His lips spread wide, showing rows of white teeth. “You’re Daddy’s,” he says. “And Daddy takes care of what’s his.”
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