The hand I finally raise toward him feels weighted with lead. “Please…”
“Shh, baby. I promise, you’ll get what you need.” He laughs, but the sound is a little strained. “Probably more than you can handle.”
The thought detonates a small charge of warning at the back of my mind.
I’m not sure about “more than you can handle.” I’m not even sure about how this is going to play out, especially now I can see how big he is.
His dick is fully outlined against his jeans. And God, it’s a fuckingmonster.
I squirm harder, pressing my thighs together as my heartbeat goes through the roof.
What if…what if it won’t fit?
Or it hurts too much?
A terrified little sound leaves my throat.
He crouches down to me until we’re almost eye-level. The look in his eyes is still slightly feral but there’s concern there too. “Hey, hey. What is it?”
I swallow. “I don’t know if I’ll…if I can take it.”
His nostrils flare, as if my panic turns him on. God, he’s truly an animal, isn’t he? “I won’t lie. It’ll probably hurt a little. I’m big, and…”
His hand drifts down my body, stopping to palm one breast with a thick groan before he continues the journey that ends between my legs.
He presses his hand over my panties and rubs a few circles before his hand slides beneath the flimsy cotton. He glides one finger up and down my swollen lips before he slowly dips the tip into my opening.
A hot hiss erupts from him. “Ah, fuck, I knew it. Knew you would be tight.” A shudder moves through him and the eyes that meet mine are alight with unholy desire. “I promise I’ll go as slow as I can. But, angel…you’ve turned Daddy into an animal. I’m desperate to get between those sweet thighs and pound this pretty heaven.”
He’s still rubbing me as he spews the hot, filthy words, and the combination of touch and speech jets more slickness between my thighs.
Which drives him wild.
With a hoarse grunt, he shoves his fingers into his mouth and licks off the wetness he created.
“Jesus. So good. You taste so good, baby.”
In another instant, he’s dragging my panties down, exposing my privates for the first time.
Exposing me to a man’s gaze for the first time.
My heart slams harder against my chest.
Oh God, this is it.
No turning back now. I’m going to lose my virginity.
I make another unconscious sound that makes him hesitate one more time. He’s so attuned to my every tiny reaction, it’s uncanny.
He slows down a little, but still drags my panties off and tosses them aside. But his eyes stay on my face the whole time.
“Would you like me to slow down, baby? It’ll be hard, so fucking hard. But for you, I’ll try. Would you like that?”
Would I?
He’s going to put that footlong monster inside me any which way. So do I want it fast and over, like pulling off a band-aid, or slow?
I have an insane urge to giggle at the imagery but the hunger and alarm tearing through me kills the urge. “I don’t know,” I finally confess in a whisper. “I don’t know which would be better. Can you…can you tell me?”