Page 91 of Obey

I wiggle, he pauses. “You okay, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He hums, sweeping his lips against mine. “Don’t be a martyr okay? If it hurts, we’ll stop and try again.” His eyes pierce mine with a deep intensity that makes my toes curl.

“I’m okay. Please, don’t stop.”

He nods, and when he eases himself inside me a little more, my breath snags. Wowsers. Despite him having stretched me out with his hand, it’s still tight. I’m sure there’s a joke in there somewhere, but right now I’m more focused on making sure I can breathe when he’s all the way inside of me.

It takes a while. At one point he offers to get lubricant from his bag but we make it work, and when he’s all the way inside of me, I’m freakin’ exhausted. Who knew sex was so draining?

He pushes my matted hair out of my face. “Are you still doing okay?” The concern is heavy in his voice as he searches my eyes. “We can stop at any time, baby girl. Any time at all.”

There’s a foreign object in my body, and with every breath in and out, I feel it. The pressure in my core is almost overwhelming. Every time he moves or shifts his weight thosepiercings wiggle inside me, and while I wasn’t sure I’d climax from my g-spot, I inched closer as he inched himself inside me.

We lie like this for a long moment, like the whole world has stopped, him laying over the top of me, caging me in, his cock nestled all the way inside my throbbing body and me staring up at him like he hung the moon.

If I need to sneeze or cough, will he shoot out of me or something?

That makes me giggle, and before long, the bed is shaking with the weight of my laughter.

“Please tell me you’re not laughing at my performance in the bedroom.” Jagger groans, dropping his forehead on to mine, which for some reason makes me laugh even harder.

I shake my head. “I had visions of me sneezing and, well, you know.” I move my hand like a rocket or shooting star, adding sound effects for good measure.

Making Jagger laugh is one of my favorite things. “You’re lucky I’m secure enough in the power of my cock, Half-Pint.” He brushes his nose against mine before planting the sweetest kiss on my lips. “How are you feeling?”

“Like you put a Mentos inside a bottle of Coke.”

“Did you just describe my cock as a mint candy?”

Nodding, my giggles return with force. “And my vagina as a bottle of Coke, yes, yes, I did.” I can’t help laughing, and every time I laugh I move, and he moves, and it’s taking my breath away. “I don’t mean it in a bad way, there’s a lot of...” I’m not sure I can adequately describe how it feels lying here with my guy’s pretty big peen inside my body right now.

“It’s achy, like pressure, and when you move it’s kinda chafe-y.”

He nods. “That’s all normal, and expected.” He shifts his weight down onto his forearms, drawing a feral moan from meas the piercings scrape against my inner walls. “You need a time out?”

A bead of sweat trickles down his temple. Both of us are moving so slowly, so cautiously it’s taking an astronomical amount of self-restraint not to let it fly, and maybe that’s what we both need.

“Please don’t stop. Keep going.”

His soft lips touch mine, making my mouth fall open to let his tongue in. As his tongue meets mine in a sensual dance, his hips move. It’s painfully slow at first. He drags himself out of me, before pushing back in one inch at a time. The cold metal on his head isn’t cold anymore, but I still feel it pressing against me as he moves.

“You’re doing so well. So fucking well.” He pushes himself up, looks down at where our bodies meet, and rolls his hips which makes my eyes roll back in my head. “Look at how perfectly you’re taking Daddy’s cock, baby girl. I’m so proud of you.”

The sigh that leaves my slightly parted lips carries some of the tension from my body, and I relax as he picks up the pace. He’s not drilling into me like I’ve read about, but he’s not going slowly. And the faster he goes the closer he takes me to the edge.

It’s not long before my fingers bite into his shoulder blades, and I’m panting his name into his neck. “Please, please don’t stop.”

The rough graze of his teeth down the column of my neck makes me shiver, he goes faster. It must be painful for him to hold back. I bet he wants to rut into me without having to think about it, but he’s not, he’s holding back, making sure I’m comfortable. He’s such a good man.

I can’t take my eyes off his glistening skin, his flexing muscles as he moves. He holds his body weight so he doesn’t crush me. He doesn’t take his eyes off my face, constantly searchingfor signs I’m not okay. The pressure building in my body is astronomical, a tightness, a heaviness as he pistons his hips and his rod-still cock commands my body to respond.

“I’m close, baby girl. I’m going to need to empty my balls here pretty soon.”

“So romantic.” I can’t help laughing again.

“I’m giving you a heads up so you can choose for me to come on you rather than in you. I don’t want to presume.”

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