Page 129 of Ride With Me

“I know. I’ve read things.”

He chuckles. “Hands and knees will be better for your first time.”

“But I wanna kiss you and see your face.” I pout. “Please, Daddy? I’ve been stretched by the toys before. I can handle it.”

“Jesus, those eyes of yours,” he huffs. “Fine. But if it hurts too much?—”

I love his concern. Whether he’s been a Daddy before or not, he’s a natural already.

“I know.” I flop onto my back, spreading my legs like he did earlier. “Please f-fuck me now, Daddy.”

He arches an eyebrow as he loops his fingers into the waistbands of my pajama pants and underwear, tugging them down to reveal my penis: hard and covered with the drying remnants of my cum. But he doesn’t comment on my swearing like I expected him to.

“Shirt off, too, sweetheart,” he directs, whipping his own over his head and throwing it aside before he swoops down and takes my penis in his mouth, cleaning it off with his tongue.

I scramble to comply, then fall back in ecstasy, marveling at the hot, wet suction enveloping my shaft.

“Daddy,” I warn him with a breathless mewl, only seconds after he started. “Daddy, that’s too good. I’m gonna come.” It should be embarrassing, but it’s not. Daddy knows this is my first time. And he’s a doctor. He understands, I know he does.

Sure enough, he pulls away, looking quite smug. “Mmm, one day I want to taste you like that.”

I nod enthusiastically. “We’ve got forever, Daddy. Just…please…I need—oh my God.”

His lubed finger circles my rim and I shut my eyes. He slips it in without too much resistance, and crooks it as he moves it in and out, searching for my special spot. When he finds it, I almost levitate.

“More,” I beg.

He indulges me with a second finger.

I rock my hips, pleading for more. He gives me a third finger, making me gasp at the stretch and the burn. But it’s good.So good.

My penis leaks precum all over my stomach, but I don’t care. It’s okay getting messy like this. It’s better than okay because I’m with Daddy. It’s every single sexy fantasy I’ve ever had coming true.

By the time Daddy decides I’m ready for more, I’m almost crying. I’m so happy, the feelings make my chest tight. I can’tform words because my brain is full of excited buzzing. I’m also trying to concentrate on not coming until after Daddy’s started moving inside me. I want this to be good for him, too, because it’s blowing my mind.

I want him to want to do it again.

He groans as he nudges the head of his suited-up penis through my tight rim, and I’m already seeing stars.

“You feel so good, Bear. So tight. Gripping my cock like you were made for me.”

“I w-was made for you, Daddy,” I pant, relaxing as much as I can because he’s a lot thicker than any of my toys and this part does actually hurt. “M-more, please. I can take more.”

“Fuck, just look at you.” He rolls his hips slowly, moving his thick length in tiny increments. “You’re taking it beautifully, baby.”

His praise makes me feel all warm and gooey inside, and it makes me want to take him faster. But before I can demand that, he leans over me, his bare, furry belly grazing my smooth, pale one. Then he brings our lips together in the slowest, sexiest, most sensual kiss I’ve ever experienced.

Jolts of bliss rocket through me at the combined feelings. Our bodies touching, his penis moving in and out of me, and his tongue teasing mine. Plus, when I breathe in deeply, I’m surrounded by his uniquely Daddy scent: warm, spicy, and masculine, with a hint of clean sweat. It’s all so much better than anything I’ve daydreamed about.

I’m so caught up in the sensations that I don’t notice when his movement becomes more fluid and faster. Then he bottoms out, leaving me in awe of the fact that I’ve taken him all in.

“You good?” He nuzzles my neck and kisses the skin within his reach.

A lump of joy lodges in my throat. He’s so sweet, and so gentle and attentive. It feels like I’ve known him for longer thantwenty-four hours. Unable to speak, I blink away happy tears and nod. “Mmhmm.” I clear my throat. “You can move faster. Harder, too.”

He chuckles into my sweat-dampened shoulder. “You’re so tight, sweetheart. If I speed up, I’m going to come before you do.”

The thought makes me clench and he groans.

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