Page 43 of Daddy's Sinful Baby Girl

He yanked his finger from her cunt when she didn’t listen. “Baby, how many sex partners have you had?”

She looked at him, confused for a moment, and then blushed. “Just one.”

Simon studied her expression. “How many times?”

“Just two. I didn’t like it the first time, so we tried again, and it still sucked, so I haven’t tried it again. Is that bad?”

“No, Baby. I just needed to know.” It was perfect. He didn’t have to worry about the pain she’d feel if he took her cherry, and she’d only been with the one person who hadn’t done it right. If he had, she would have enjoyed it—at least the second time. So, in effect, he was the only man who would show her what passion felt like and how good he could make her feel.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” he told her.

She nodded. Her eyes slid closed when he worked the finger back into her. He finger-fucked her for several minutes, using one and then two and then three fingers to stretch her.

“Are you ready for your daddy to fuck this sweet cunt?”

Her nails dug into his shoulders. and her whimpers and cries had gotten louder. “Please, Daddy.”

“I’ll take care of you. Just hold on,” Simon said. He reached for the condom he put aside. After rolling it on, he moved up her body and widened her legs.

“Here we go, Baby.”

Simon took his time getting into her. She wasn’t a virgin, but she was as tight as one, and he didn’t want to hurt her. He exhaled when he worked his whole cock into her.

“You took me, Baby. You took every inch.”

She looked awed. “Please. Don’t stop.”

“Daddy wouldn’t stop fucking his girl until he satisfied her, now, would he?”

She didn’t answer but kept wiggling.

He thrust in and out of her, slowly at first. He had to grit his teeth because he was so close to erupting, and he needed her to orgasm before letting go.

Simon bent and sucked on her tits as his thrusts became harder and faster. She was starting to tighten on him, telling him she was close, but not close enough.

He reached in between them and started pinching and flicking her clit. Within seconds her cunt clamped down on him, and a scream erupted from her mouth and echoed off the walls.

When she’d settled a bit, one of his hands gripped her hip, and the other cupped the back of her head. “Hold onto me because I’m going to ride you hard.”

Her arms reached up and circled his neck. He didn’t pause. He just kept going until he was pistoning into her. He felt himself ramming into her cunt and wanted it to go on forever,but he didn’t last another minute. It was too good, and he’d waited so long for her.

He groaned as his cum filled the condom he wore. It seemed to go on and on. When his balls finally emptied, he sagged onto her but was able to keep his weight off, balancing on his elbows.

It took a few minutes until he felt strong enough to pull out of her and tip them to the side facing each other. He pulled her against his chest, tipped her head up, and kissed her with a heated passion.

“Jesus, woman. You about killed me.” He couldn’t help but smile when she giggled. “Oh, you find that funny, do you?” he growled.

“Maybe,” she cooed.

She cried out when he dug his fingers into her sides.

“No! Daddy. No. I hate being tickled.”

“Maybe if you weren’t naughty for your daddy…”

“It wasn’t my fault.” She paused. “Was it?”

He chuckled and drew her against him again. “No. It was perfect.”

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