Page 44 of Use Me, Daddy

His warm breath teased the sensitive skin, and I trembled, unable to stop the soft whine that escaped my lips. He leaned forward, and the first, tentative flick of his tongue against my bottom hole made me jump. He repeated the motion, his tongue circling the tight ring of muscle, and I trembled with shame and arousal and everything all at once.

I cried out, the sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced. His mouth was hot and insistent, the stubble on his jaw rough against my backside. His tongue lapped at me, teasing and coaxing, and I arched back into him, the pleasure building deep inside me.

Then the warm wetness of his mouth pulled away and for a moment, I felt strangely bereft.

But not for long…

A second later, I felt his finger press against my sensitive ring, just the tip slipping inside me. My hole clamped down around the intrusion, the muscles tensing, but I could do nothing to stop him.

His finger pushed inside me, and another stab of stinging pain radiated around my asshole. Then, without warning, he added another and I cried out again as he pumped two fingers inside of me.

I hated that it felt good, even if it hurt.

Then he pulled his fingers free. The sound of the lube bottle opening, and then the cool, slick sensation of his fingers pushing inside me made me groan. I could feel my body resisting the intrusion, could feel the burn as he pressed further inside. But beneath the pain was something else, something I couldn’t quite name.

It was an overwhelming, all-consuming sensation that threatened to break me apart. And as his fingers slid deeper, a moan tore free from my throat, a sound so raw and primal, so utterly wrecked, that I could barely recognize it as my own.

He twisted his fingers, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come.

For his big fat cock.

Then he added a third and the pain started all over again. My body fought against him, and the sensation was almost unbearable. It was too much, too intense, but he was relentless, the pressure building inside me until I thought I might tear apart.

He worked his fingers in and out of me, scissoring them and stretching me wider, and the deep agonizing burn was so sweet, so exquisite, that I could barely breathe.

Then, without warning, his fingers pulled out. A moment later, the sound of his zipper lowering met my ears and then the thick head of his pierced cock pressed against the entrance to my ass.

I bit back a whimper, squeezing my eyes shut, bracing myself for the pain I knew was coming.

“Shh, baby girl,” Aleksei murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Daddy’s going to take care of you.”

And then, with one firm, steady thrust, he pushed inside.

My hands clawed at the desk, my nails digging into the wood as I gasped, my entire body tensing. The pain was excruciating, a white-hot fire racing through every nerve, and I struggled to catch my breath.

He gripped my hips, holding me steady as he buried himself deeper inside me inch by excruciatingly slow inch. There was nothing for me to do except lie there and take it, the deep agony radiating around my asshole, sinking deep into my core, and racing up and down my spine. The pain deepened and I clenched around him, but that only seemed to make things worse.

He began to rock his hips, a slow, measured rhythm, and the pain intensified with each stroke. But beneath it, there was something else, something even more intoxicating—the raw, forbidden pleasure of being taken this way.

Something inside me almost liked it.

I could feel my body relaxing, the tension slowly melting away, replaced by a growing need that threatened to consume me. I didn’t understand it, but somehow, I wanted more.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts harder now, the slap of his balls against my scalded ass echoing through the room. The pain was still there, but a mounting pleasure was building in its wake. The soreness radiated through me, surging up and down my limbs, but still he didn’t relent.

I cried out, my voice ragged, my entire body trembling with each thrust. The painful ache spiked with each one, driving into me with brutal force as my asshole clenched around his cock.

But as the pain and pleasure intertwined, the pressure began to build, a delicious, unbearable tightness coiling inside me, threatening to break. And with a strangled cry, I felt myself start to fall apart.

I didn’t know how to stop it. I couldn’t. It was like an eighteen-wheeler bearing down on me, and there was nothing I could do to hold it back.

I was going to come.

My orgasm slammed into me, and I screamed, my body arching off the desk, my legs trembling, every muscle clenched in exquisite agony. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, the ecstasy so intense it bordered on pain. I was flying, falling, every nerve ending on fire as the sensations rippled through me. My eyes rolled back in my head as my hips rolled.

Shame spiraled through me. I’d never lost control like this before.

Behind me, Aleksei growled, his grip tightening on my hips, his fingers digging into the tender flesh as he drove into me. The feeling of his cock filling me was unbearably intense, the friction sending sparks skittering along every nerve, and I let out a sob, the sensation too much, too overwhelming.

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