Page 10 of Big Gruff Owner

After a few minutes of exploring her, I push another finger inside. This time, there’s a pleasant stretch that accompanies the intrusion. I can tell she’s trying to hold herself together, but the way her body tightens around my fingers tells me everything I need to know. She’s losing herself in this, and I’m the one guiding her there.

I’m thorough, taking my time in a way that’s both reverent and teasing. I watch the way she squirms, how her hips buck toward my hand, how her breaths come faster and faster. Every noise she makes fuels the fire in me. I want to hear more, to make her beg for more. I’m completely and totally in control, and I can see in her eyes that she loves it.

“Oh god,” she manages to get out, her words garbled with lust and desire, her need evident in every syllable. “I’m ready I swear. Daddy, please.”

“What is it, sweetheart?” I ask, pulling back just enough to see the way her face contorts with pleasure as I continue to piston my fingers in and out of her sopping wet pussy. “Everything okay?”

“You want another finger?” I ask my tone so close to genuine that it almost sounds like I don’t know what she’s asking for, what she’s ready for. But I catch the glint in her eyes. She knows I’m teasing, and she’s loving every second of it.

“No,” she grinds out, digging her nails into my back as my hand speeds up. “No, your….”

“My what, pretty girl. Say it,” I demand, leaning down to kiss her gently, savoring the way she melts into me.

“Your cock, Daddy,” she breathes against my mouth. “I want your cock.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want,” I promise her.

I pull my fingers out of her and the way her body clenches around nothing makes me grin. She’s so ready, and I’m going to give her exactly what she’s been begging for. In an instant, I’m positioning myself at her entrance. I go slowly, sliding the head of my cock through the wetness of her folds. She’s so tight, that I have to take my time. My cock stretches her in a way that makes me feel like I’m going to lose my mind. The feeling of her surrounding me, taking me in, is almost too much, but I keep myself in check, holding back, making sure she’s okay.

“How’s it feel?” I whisper, kissing her cheek, my body shaking with the effort of keeping my baser instincts under wraps.

“Amazing,” she gasps, her eyes closed as her body adjusts to the stretch. “You’re so big, Daddy. I don’t know how you fit.”

I chuckle, pressing my cheek against hers. Her words make me swell with pride, and I can’t help but feel like I could spend the rest of my life right here, with her. But I know we’re just getting started, and things are only going to get better.

“Are you going to move faster?” she asks, her voice slow and thick like she’s speaking through honey.

“Of course I am,” I say, the anticipation in my voice making her shiver. “I just want to make sure you’re ready. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me,” she promises, rocking her hips, and urging me to move. I groan at the sensation, and I can only imagine how good it’s going to feel when I finally give in.

“I’ll still start slow,” I assure her as I pull myself back, almost all the way out, before sinking back in.

She groans, throwing her head back against the pillows, her body tight and welcoming around me. I pull out again, thrusting back in a little faster, a little harder, but still holding back. I want to savor this, to draw it out, to make it last. I know she needs more, but I’m not ready to give it to her just yet. I want to take my time, to enjoy every second of this.

“You feel so good,” I growl, kissing her again, swallowing the little sounds of pleasure she makes.

She returns the kiss, her hands running up and down my back, her body moving with mine. This is indulgent and filthy, and I can’t get enough of it. I realize all at once that she’s everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve ever needed, and every decision I’ve made has led me to this moment with her.

“You like this?” I coo, reminding her that she’s here with me, that this is real. “Tell me how you’re doing, beautiful.”

“Feels incredible,” she says, her voice breathless and full of awe. “You’re amazing. So glad I found you.”

“I’m so glad I found you,” I repeat, meaning every word. “So fucking glad. You’re mine Sadie Prescott and I’m never letting you go.”

With that, I speed up. My hips snap against hers, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the room. Her eyes roll back, and I know I’m hitting the right spot, the spot that’s going to send her over the edge.

I shift my position, resting my weight on my elbows, changing the angle just enough to reach even deeper inside her. She gasps, her body tensing, and I can tell she’s close. Then, on a particularly hard thrust, I see her eyes flutter, and she cries out.

“Whu—” she starts to say, but I cut her off, hitting the same spot again, making her gasp.

I laugh, continuing my relentless pace. “God, you make such pretty sounds.”

Her moans go straight to my head, and I let out a low growl of satisfaction. I’m giving her exactly what she needs, and it’s driving me wild. The way her body responds to me, the way she tightens around me—it’s perfect. Nothing else matters. This is everything.

“You close, pretty girl?” I ask, my voice rough and instinctual. I’m so close myself that I can barely hold back. “You going to come for me?”

“Uh huh,” she groans, her body trembling beneath me.

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