Page 22 of Cheese Daddy

The awareness of the plug in Bree’s bottom didn’t go away, not through the entire date. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the physical discomfort, which really wasn’t all that bad, or because she knew what was coming at the end of the night.

She’d never had anal sex before.

She’d never really wanted to.

She did with Owen. She wanted to give him everything. All of her. And the idea of having Daddy’s cock in her ass was almost unbearably arousing. She just hoped the reality lived up to the fantasy.

Though, so far, every reality with Owen had absolutely lived up to her fantasies, so she was batting a thousand.

Even watching The Traitors and all the twists and turns hadn’t been enough to make her forget the plug. Somehow, it felt even bigger as they sat through dinner. Probably because she wasn’t as distracted and because they were even closer to the end of the day.

Now, lying in Daddy’s bed, he was caressing her ass as they kissed and slowly undressed each other. She didn’t know if he was taking his time to make sure she was okay or to drive her up the wall. Either way, it was working. Her nerves were being overtaken by her arousal and her desire for him to move faster.

Wriggling against him, she slid her hand across his cock as she opened the front of his jeans and giggled as he growled against the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Are you going to be a naughty girl, sweetheart?”

Bree thought for a moment.

“I’m considering it.”

That got a laugh out of him. She gasped when his fingers found the base of the plug through her underwear, pressing against it. Her hips moved forward, rubbing her front against his erection.

“You might want to reconsider,” he murmured, his hot breath moving over her ear. “Being a good girl has its rewards, too.”

Being a good girl suddenly sounded very good.

Their passions rising, the rest of their clothes came off quickly. To Bree’s surprise, Daddy laid her out flat on her back rather than doggy style. Seeing the confusion on her face, he smiled. A devastatingly wicked smile.

“I want to see the expression on your face when I slide my cock in you.”

Fuck me.

That one simple statement did all sorts of crazy things to her insides. She wanted to whimper and moan at the same time, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. Even though he hadn’t touched her clit yet, the little bud felt swollen and sensitive, aching for him.

Pulling her underwear off, Daddy now had her completely naked with her legs spread wide for him.

“Very good girl.” He placed his hand over her mound, his thumb rubbing her clit, and Bree gasped as her hips lifted, trying to rub herself against him. Her bottom clenched around the plug, which suddenly felt bigger than ever. His other hand slid up her stomach to cup her breast, squeezing and kneading. His fingers gave her nipple a little pinch, as if she needed to be any more excited.

She knew better than to try to hurry him along. It would only slow him down. Owen was perversely contrary about that.

The tip of his cock found her pussy and rubbed up and down the slick folds, teasing her, bumping against her clit where his thumb was making slow, lazy circles and driving her wild. Reaching above her head, she stretched out, thrusting her breasts upward and grabbing his headboard.

While it didn’t do any good to beg Daddy to move faster, sometimes, some of the things she did turned him on enough that he picked up the pace on his own. Tonight was one of those nights. As she stretched out before him, giving her body up to him, his grip on her breast tightened, then he pulled away, his fingers finding the base of the plug and easing it from her body.

Hooking his arms under her legs, he pulled them up, folding her nearly in half as he stroked more lube over his cock. Meeting her gaze, her legs draped over his elbows, his expression was serious.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She was so, so ready.

At least, she thought she was until he actually pressed his cock to her anus and began to push in. He was softer than the rigidness of the plug, at least initially, and but also wider. The plug was tapered, starting off small and growing larger. Daddy’s cock was broad from the very beginning, stretching her open. Bree cried out as the ring guarding her entrance was stretched so wide, so quickly.

It hurt, but it didn’t hurt. She whimpered at the sensation of being so full. Daddy paused, the head of his cock embedded inside her, his hooded gaze studying her expression.

“Don’t stop, Daddy!” The stretch was uncomfortable, but she wanted it. She wanted to feel every inch of him pushing inside her, stretching her open. She wanted to take the discomfort to give him pleasure.

After a moment, he took her at her word and thrust forward, sliding deeper. Bree whimpered, closing her eyes and shuddering as her muscles clenched around him, trying to push him out. His guttural groan was the only reward she needed for her growing discomfort.

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