Page 18 of Daddy's for December

But I keep quiet. Not even sure of what I want, yet.

His handsome face greets me with a small smile, and then he kisses me passionately as I feel the crown of his length press against my entrance. “I love you, Winter.”

As I say it back, he edges inside, which takes my breath away. “Y-you’re so big!”

“Want me to stop?”

“N-no. Keep going.”

Working his hips slowly, he pushes in more until pain surges through my lower half, seizing my spine. I grit my teeth and clench down.

“No, no, baby. Relax, my beautiful girl. Let Daddy take over.”

With a deep breath, I focus on loosening my muscles. His thumbs stroke over my heated cheeks as he gazes into my eyes. Nudging on my barrier, he breaks through and stills inside me. His careful expression monitors my face. The more I breathe, the pain lessens to a minor soreness. I perch on my elbows and shift my hips slightly to adjust to make it more comfortable.

“Look at us joined together. We fit so good, you and I. You okay now, baby?”

“Yes, I think so.”

He pulls me closer to him and slides out, relieving some of the pressure. Then, he slowly pushes in again and groans. “I can’t believe I’m inside you. You’re so tight.”

Glancing down as he works his way back in, I smile and place a hand on his face. “This is what I’ve wanted.”

“Yeah?” He gets a goofy grin on his face and slips out, then thrusts in again with more force. By the fifth or sixth time, the new sensations transform into complete pleasure. My body hums with anticipation of a climax. Halting breaths stagger out as I sing with every inch of him. His length gets deeper inside of me and stretches my entrance in a way that makes me delirious with desire. “You know that I’m still your daddy even when I’m inside you, right?”

Almost lost in the bliss his body gives me, I moan something affirmative.

He reaches down and swats my outer thigh. “Baby? Did you clean your room today?”

My eyes open wide and his sparkle with mischievousness. He’s playing with me. “No, Daddy.”

“Mm, my bad, naughty girl. Daddy has to punish you with his dick.”

“Please…”

And he does. His forceful fingers open my hips wider, so I fit more of his body between my legs. The surge of his thrusts digs deeper inside me until the tip of his dick hits close to my womb. As the burning fire of ecstasy rises within me, his face drops into a serious expression. “I need to pull out, Winter. I have to?—”

“No. Don’t.”

“Baby…” He says it with a warning tone, like I’m so bad, but also that he wants the same thing as me. Will I get pregnant with his child already? At just eighteen?

As if he’s desperate to do just that, he pumps faster, harder, until I’m screaming, tossing my head back at the violence of the passion I’ve never experienced before. Is it supposed to be thisstrong, this tidal wave of euphoria crashing over my body?

Through gritted teeth, he grunts. “Baby… I have to.Oh, fuck. I can’t.You’re too tight, baby. I’m not pulling out. I’m going to come inside my little girl.”

“Yes, Daddy!”

My feet clip onto the back of his thighs, dragging him as close to my center as he can get. He drops his head into my neck. A groan throttles from his chest, so loud I almost go deaf. Too focused on my own pulsations, I barely feel his until I ease back into reality, then I sense his thickness throbbing erratically inside me.

“You’re the best present I could have asked for,” he whispers. His breath moistens my ear. Ever so gently, he pulls back and looks between us. A ring of blood lines the base of his cock close to his curly brown hairs. Some of me feels embarrassed. Almost to himself, he mutters, “Beautiful,” and my shame melts away. When his eyes crawl up my naked figure, he gives me a sheepish grin. “I’m so sorry, baby. I planned to pull out. I just…”

“It’s fine.” I place my palm over his. “I want to have your baby.”

His dick jumps as it swings between his legs. “Fuck. Let’s take a shower and get cleaned up. I’m too old to go another round right now. You’re going to wear me out.”

Under the steam of the rainfall showerhead, he rubs me down with soap, letting his fingers massage wherever he can touch. Our lips meet often between washing each other, his hair plastered across his forehead as the water waves off it in rivulets. “Are you okay? Sore?”

Shaking my head, I wrap my arms tightly around his waist as he washes my hair. “Nope. I loved every moment.”

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