“Keep those beautiful eyes on me. Daddy needs to see the moment his angel becomes a woman. The moment he claims what’s his.”
The connection is way too visceral, way too deep and yet I can’t tear my gaze away.
This thing is sliding past the physical into something deeper, and I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.
I whimper and my hands jerk up to grip his shoulders when he notches his broad tip against my tiny hole.
Even before he pushes, I’m tensing up, panic rippling up my spine.
His fingers slide into my hair to hold me still. “Easy, baby. Relax. Let me in.” He drops tiny, pecking kisses on my mouth as he works himself inside my wet core.
I gasp when his crown breaches my entrance. God, he’smassive.
Pain ripples through me and my eyes tear up. “I can’t.Please. It’s too big.”
His face clenches tight and a look of regret flickers in his eyes. “I know, baby, and I’m sorry.” He pauses for a moment and the pressure eases a touch.
Sweat dots his forehead and his upper lip and he’s panting, his control hanging by a thread. But in another moment, he’s pushing and I burn, burn,burn.
He kisses the panicked shriek from my lips. “I’m sorry, angel. I’m sorry. I have to…I have to. We need it.”
With that hoarse apology, he surges hard, deep, cleaving a path through my slippery but resistant flesh.
My next scream sears my throat.
Oh God, he’s splitting me in half!
He seats himself with a merciless thrust and an animal grunt.
His eyes blaze with scorching intent as he looks down at me. “I’m in you now, little girl. No one else will ever get this deep. No other motherfucker will make you feel this good.”
I try to respond but I can’t. His hand is around my throat, squeezing…squeezing…
And something is happening.
A delirium taking over, burning the edges of the pain away.
With every squeeze I feel my heartbeat thunder in my ears and throb between my legs, my channel fluttering around his massive girth.
And it feels…sublime.
My limbs melt even as my insides pulsate around him, dragging him deeper and clamping him tight.
He groans against my lips, the sensation making his hips flex. “There you go, angel,” he croons in shameless triumph. “That’s it. Give me more of that slippery goodness. Cream all over Daddy’s cock so he can fuck you good.”
His filthy words jet more wetness from me, easing his way as he starts to stroke into me in earnest.
I hang on for sheer preservation as Matt shuttles his big dick in and out, driving me to some unknown edge. I’m terrified and anxious and intoxicated at the same time.
I’m drunk on the movement of his hips.
On the words pouring out of his mouth.
On the expression of rapture on his face as he locks gazes with me, devouring my every expression.
More than anything, I’m hooked on the cock taking possession of my pussy, hitting a sizzling little spot that makes me see stars with every thrust.
“Oh. Oh! It feels…oh God, it feels…”