Page 73 of Until I Find You

“Feel so good.” The words are stuttering because of the pleasure.

Jack guides me down onto my side so I’m lying on the bed with my hips right at the edge. I get a look into his eyes and smile at him, blissed out from my orgasm.

He smiles too, his eyelids low as he undoes his pants. “You want Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He jerks his underwear down, letting his dick spring forward, big and throbbing for me. “You want Daddy to fuck you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He enters me bit by bit, lifting his chin with an elongated moan. “So tight for me…”

Yes, so tight, even though I’ve been stretched by his fingers. His cock is a different thing entirely.

My body knows the difference between his fingers and his penis, not just by the feel of them, but the meaning of them. The weight. His fingers can please me. His cock canchangeme. And that sends my need for him through the roof.

Daddy starts with shallow thrusts. They get deeper bit by bit. “Okay, baby girl?”

“So good, Daddy.”

He withdraws his whole length from me, then reenters, his fingers framing the place we are joined.

I watch how his expression changes as he takes in the sight of our bodies connected. Eyes pinched, mouth ajar. A gorgeous expression.

Something shifts in him in an instant. It’s a mere flash in his eyes, but I notice it. I notice everything about Daddy because I…love my Daddy.

I do.

“Harder? Can I go harder?”

“Yes, whatever you want, Daddy.”

He grabs my ankle that hangs in the air and twists it to almost meet the one resting on the bed, tightening the space I’ve given for him to enter me.

I scream, and my body balks. The pleasure is so intense that, for a moment, it’s like a shock of electricity.

“Pretty sounds,” he remarks through the concentration of pounding into me.

He is in control. His strokes are intense and purposeful, hitting up against the deep part of me that wants more, more,more.

“I’m going to come again, Daddy,” I whine. “You’re going to make me come–”

“Wait for me,” he huffs. “You’ll come. With me.”

I nod and grab onto his arm for support, trying to ignore the delicious sound of our bodies smacking together for fear that it might send me over the edge. A primal groan crawls up my throat and doesn’t seem to end, bouncing with his thrusts.

“Oh my god, your sounds. Oh my god, baby girl,oh my god.” Daddy grips my hip so hard it hurts. He drops his head chin to chest. “Now, baby girl.Come with me.Now.”

We come together, our orgasms intertwining, moans amalgamating.

I am filled by him. His cock, his seed, hislove.

I love him. And I say it over and over in my head.

I love you, Daddy.

He doesn’t withdraw right away, enjoys the tightening of my walls until my orgasm has come to an end. When he leaves me, he straightens out my nightgown. Precise. Diligent. Like I’m a little doll.

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