Page 37 of Slippery When Wet

“Yeah, you are. This all for me, princess?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She nodded, her lips against mine as we shared the same breath. “All for you.”

“We do this, you’re mine. You get that? No going back. You can’t give me this kind of beauty, this kind of sweetness, and take it away from me. Do you understand?” Without even a glimmer of hesitation, she nodded and gave me what I needed.

“I’m yours, Daddy.” Those three words, in that sweet needy tone, did me in. Like a green light at the starting gates of a race, there was no turning back.

“Fuck yeah, you are,” I strained.

The head of my cock bumped against her entrance. On bated breath, I watched my cock dip into her. Th feeling of entering her, filling her, the sight of it, I was at a loss for words. I could hardly breathe. She took me. She didn’t try to push me away or wince. Slowly stretching, her pussy blossomed around me with one inch, then two. My eyes rose to look at her.

“You’re fucking beautiful. Fuck, you feel incredible, Abby, princess?—"

“Abel!” she cried out. The sound of my name in that needy, breathy tone was my undoing.

I sunk in completely, thrusting inside of my very own heaven in one long stroke. I broke through the barrier she had saved for me. I was forty-two, I’d been around the block more times than a man should have had the privilege, but right then and there, my entire past faded away.

Nothing and no one could have felt better.

“You’re mine,” I panted, half afraid I’d embarrass myself.

“Daddy,” she whined. I strained to keep myself lodged completely inside her and still. But my girl had plans of her own. Squirming under me, she started to move, and I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep from losing my nut.

“Abby,” I gritted against my teeth. “Baby girl, be still. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I need…” She searched my eyes. I felt her tight little pussy squeeze me in deeper, tighter.

“You’re so fucking warm, wet. Slippery wet,” I growled. A droplet of sweat beaded at my hairline. “Shit.”

“Please, Daddy,” she cried. “I need you to move. I think I just I need more, Daddy.” The sound of her soft whimper calling me that had me on edge.

“Jesus, baby, you feel so good you got me ready to lose my load."

“Daddy,” she purred, wrapping her limbs tightly around me. Fuck, I was addicted to her calling me that.

“Such a sweet princess. Look at you.” My eyes dropped to where we were connected. Her tight little pussy stretched around my cock almost obscenely. “Look at you. Look at us. My dick’s coated with your cherry and honey.”

I lost it there.

The evidence of her lost virginity coated my length, and a monster inside of me roared to life. My hips started to work, and she held on. Tight. In and out, my cock worked her pussy in a blurred frenzy. Our sweaty bodies slapped together in a tornado of need.

“Yes! Yes!” she chanted. “More, Daddy, just like that!”

“You like that?” I asked, rolling my hips, making sure to grind my pelvis against her clit.

“Oh!” she squeaked, and I felt like I witnessed a miracle.

About two point five seconds before I lost my load, she came. Hard. Her pussy fluttered around me, milking me in deeper while her wetness coated my cock. My vision blurred as I slammed my dick in and out harder. When I came, I buried my head in the crook of her neck and roared her name.

Abby held me close until the sound of blood rushing in my ears slowly faded away. When I lifted my head, a sweet smile played on her lips.

“I was right,” she whispered so softly I thought I’d imagined it. My brow rose, quietly asking her what she was talking about because I didn’t trust myself not to blurt out how I felt and really freak her out. “That was wow”.

“Wow, huh?” I swallowed hard, and she nodded. Her hand slid up to my face. The soft delicate skin of her palm felt like warm silk against my scruffy jaw.

“Very. Totally worth the wait.” She gave me that gift, and as if that wasn’t enough, she pushed up, pressing her chest tighter against mine, making me sink in just that little bit more before brushing her lips against mine.

Nothing had ever felt more intimate, more right than us.

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