Page 117 of Dad Next Door

“You’re okay,” he said, his soft tone helping to calm some of my racing thoughts. “I’ve got you.”

Yes, you do. That thought helped soothe the last of my distraction, and I pulled in a deep breath.

Tristan leaned over me, his body hard and heavy over mine. Something blunt pressed against my hole.

“You ready for me?” He shifted his knees so they bracketed my hips.

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

“Breathe in,” he coached.

I did as he said, focusing on his words and how much I wanted this.

My thoughts splintered, and my desire warred with the fear my stupid brain wouldn’t let go of.

It’s Tristan. You want this, I repeated to myself, desperately trying to shut out all the noise in my head.

On my exhale, Tristan pushed forward.

My body locked up tight, clenching and squeezing him out.

“I’m sorry,” I said into the mattress, trying to force my body to unclench as a multitude of thoughts cascaded through my mind, almost all of them berating and the others spinning out of control with ‘what if’ scenarios.

“Shhhhh.” Tristan kissed my shoulder. “No apologizing. You’re fine. We’re fine. Just take a second and recenter yourself. I’m not going anywhere.”

His reassurance and patience helped quiet some of the noise.

“Ready to try again?”

“Yeah. Just go hard and push through. I’ll be okay.”

“No.” He dragged his cockhead over my hole. “I’m not going to hurt you. This happens when we’re both ready or not at all.”

“Okay.” I breathed out and tried moving my legs closer together. Maybe I’d feel less vulnerable if I wasn’t so spread out and wasn’t distracted by the stretch of my muscles.

“Ready?” He rubbed his cockhead over my hole teasingly.

The friction felt amazing, and I moaned when he did it again.

Tristan slowly increased the pressure as he pushed against me. I forced my body to relax.

“That’s it, baby. You’re okay.” He pushed a bit harder and popped through my outer ring of muscles.

“Fuck,” I grunted, fighting my instincts to tense up and force him out. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it stung, and the pressure was uncomfortable.

“Stay with me, Quinn. I’ve got you.” He pushed in a bit more, just to where enough of his cockhead was inside me that he didn’t have to hold on to his dick to keep it in place.

He lay over me, pressing me into the mattress with his bulk like a weighted blanket.

A sense of calm settled over me, and I was finally able to let go and relax.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good.” He kissed my cheek and rocked his hips, slowly pushing into me in tiny thrusts. “You’re taking me so well.” He slid his palms down my arms and loosely held my hands.

I gripped them tight, needing that extra bit of connection.

“That’s half of me.” He sucked in a breath. His chest shaking against my back was the only indication that he wasn’t as unaffected as he was pretending to be.

Turning my face to his, I sought out his mouth for a kiss.

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