Page 32 of Daddy's Lesson

“I don’t know.”

“Will you try for Daddy?” Everything in me wanted to take her hard and show her exactly what she had been missing all these years, but she was so shy and unsure, and I couldn’t tamp down my Daddy desires of wanting to take care of her, to make her feel loved, cherished, and cared for.

“I’ll try.”

I could tell by the expression on her face she didn’t think it was possible, but that only made me more determined to prove her wrong.

Smiling down at her, I leaned in for a kiss as I positioned the tip of my cock at her entrance. I knew it had been a long time for her, but fuck, it took every ounce of my self- control not to slam into her. I felt her stretch to accommodate my girth and it didn’t help the urges to fuck her hard.

“You’re so big Daddy!” she keened.

I swear I almost came right then. This woman was going to be my complete undoing.

“I know, baby, but you can take it. You feel so good, babygirl.” I eased myself deeper, going slow to let her body adapt to my size.

She hissed and pressed her head hard against the towel. “Please,” she begged.

Forcing myself to stop moving, I swiped my thumb gently against her cheek. “Please, what? What do you need from Daddy?”

“Fuck me. Hard. Please.”

Her request was the absolute last thing I’d anticipated, but who was I to deny her? “I will. I promise I will, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I promise. Daddy, please.”

I pressed all the way inside, tensing as her pussy spasmed around my cock. “You sure?” I checked in one last time before I gave her what she was asking for.

“Yes!” she groaned, her voice laced with need and frustration.

“Okay, be careful what you wish for.” I warned, before I gave her exactly what she’d asked for.

I fucked her, and I fucked her hard. My cock ached with the effort of holding off before I felt her walls contract and squeeze me even tighter as she screamed out a second, then a third orgasm. That was the last straw for me. I slammed home and roared out my own release.

Rolling to the side, I pulled her with me so I could stay inside of her for just a bit longer. Her pussy hugged my cock like nothing I’d ever felt before. Her body seemed to have been made for me, and mine for her.

That thought took me back. I didn’t usually have such flowery shit going through my brain, but apparently, she had that effect on me. Maybe it was the after-sex haze made stronger since I’d held off for so long. No more of that shit, though. If the urge presented itself, I would have my way with her. In that moment I realized that I was going to be staying with her during her time off. She needed to really feel what it was like to be Daddied, and she needed it badly. Maybe I needed it too.

I kissed her shoulder as I pulled out of her. Her adorable little mewl made me smile.

“Sore, baby?”

“A little bit, but…” She went silent.

“But? But what? Is your butt feeling left out? Does it want to be sore too?”

“No! It doesn’t, not even a little bit. I just meant… I’m sore, but it’s not… I kind of like it.”

“Only kind of? I’m offended,” I teased.

“Ugh, you’re ridiculous.” She reached back and smacked my thigh. It was more of a tap than anything.

“Careful, little one. Hitting Daddy is a dangerous game.” I pinched her butt.

“Ow! I barely touched you. Sheesh, I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” She rubbed the spot.

“I’m not. I was just warning you.” Getting off the bed, I headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. “I’m going to order some food and we are going to relax for the rest of the night.”

“Relax? But what about the mess in my dining room?”

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