Page 53 of Lilly's Little Labor Day

He kneaded her inner thigh and then moved up.

She whimpered as he pushed through her folds and found her clit. He smiled, wagging a finger over it, brushing it with just the right amount of pressure.

“Mmm.”

Her breathing grew deeper. She ground against his hand. He continued to masterfully stroke her feminine pearl. The pressure in her core grew, spreading outward and seizing her body.

“Do you need it, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Tell me. Tell Daddy what you need?”

“You, Daddy. I need you! I need to come. Please.”

“Good girl,” he said.

He increased the speed and intensity, now gliding furiously over her clit. She wiggled as ecstasy took hold of her, but he kept her in place with his free arm wrapped around her waist.

Still massaging her clit, he pushed a finger inside her.

She cried loudly.

Her body shuddered hard. Her moans grew louder. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened her mouth, and released a fierce shriek that probably reverberated throughout the entire Ranch.

Her knees fluttered like butterfly wings as she arrived. The climax left her weak and for a moment she feared she’d slide under the water, but Daddy kept her upright. He kissed her, held her, and told her what a good girl she was.

“Daddy, I need you,” she pleaded.

She used a finger to trace a long, thick vein on his cock. She giggled as she felt it pulsate.

“Come here, baby,” he said in a patient, caring tone. “Daddy will try not to hurt his sweet girl.”

He pried open her legs further. She wailed as his cockhead poked her slit.

“It’s okay, baby. Daddy will go slow,” he reassured her once more.

She bit her bottom lip and clutched Edward tightly as he finally poked through.

“You’re doing so good,” he said. “You’re making Daddy so proud.”

She barely nodded. White hot pain exploded inside her. A tear streamed down her cheek.

She sank an inch lower. She was seeing stars now. Her neck muscles bulged as she gritted her teeth.

Every new inch claimed brought a fresh wave of pain. It was slow going, with Edward keeping his promise of taking it slow, but soon she was fully impaled.

And then the pain subsided, gradually giving way to an intense pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known.

“Ohh, Daddy!” she cried as she began bouncing on him, causing the water to splash loudly around them and steam to rise.

“Mmm… good… girl,” he said through clinched teeth.

It was evident he was trying hard not to come. She imagined it was tough. Her virgin pussy had to be so tight, hugging him like a vise grip and wringing every ounce of pleasure she could extract.

He threw his head back, released a guttural moan, and dug his fingers deep into her hips.

That commitment to going slow and steady was forgotten, but neither cared. She wanted it just as badly as he did.

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