Page 17 of Navy Daddy

“I can tell.” I adjust my hips slightly to the side, coating my cock in Eva’s wetness. Another rapturous moan barrels out of her chest. “But good things come to those who wait.”

“I don’t wanna wait,” she whines like a brat trying to get candy. “Give it to me, Daddy. I want it now. Give it to me. NOW!”

How can I deny my baby girl anything she wants?

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EVA

Spasms of excitement erupt through my body with every motion of Arthur’s hips. A couple of days ago, I’d only seen a dick in porn. Now? His massive meat spear is slipping and sliding against me while he tries to get a grip on the base.

“Open up,” he says. His free hand slides its way over my breasts and to my mouth.

I do, sticking my tongue out with it. His eyes flare excitedly as he shoves his meaty thumb between my lips.

“I know it’s going to hurt.” He slides the tip of his dick between my folds. Our bodies rattle in unison at the sensation, and I watch his eyes disappear to the back of his head. “I’m sorry.”

Then it happens. He eases the head between my walls and lets out a deep, husky moan.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He fights against labored breaths to get the words out.

I cry out, but the noise is muffled against his thumb. Tears instantly line the rim of my eyelids, and a sharp spike of pain pulses out of my core.

My lips quiver around the digit he stuck in my mouth. Teeth sink into the flesh while my body jerks uncontrollably at the sensation of being filled to the brim, the sting of Arthur breaking through my walls, but most of all, the intense pleasure throbbing in my loins.

“Are you okay, baby girl?” Arthur asks, no signs of pain from my bite in his voice.

“M-hmm,” is all I can muster, sucking on his thumb.

“Do you need me to stop?” He slides his thumb out of my mouth, rubbing the spit-covered finger over my nipple.

“Don’t stop,” I sputter uncontrollably. It hurts, but beneath the pain, throbbing satisfaction waits. “You’d fucking kill me if you stopped.”

He moves his hips, and another inch disappears inside me. I lose myself to the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body while staring deep into his crazed eyes. They want to lose control. Stop this slow and timid action and destroy me. But somehow, Arthur Hancock stays in control, moving slow and steady.

Every inch is a soothing remedy to the dull throbbing ache until he’s buried to the hilt inside of me.

“Your tight hole feels incredible around my cock.”

“Yourtight hole, Daddy.” It’s the first clear thought I’ve had since he started. But as soon as his hips move again, my mind drifts back to the place of tantalizing excitement.

“Ah, fuck,” Arthur roars, raising his body off me. “You’re not making this easy on me, are you?”

He grabs my waist, and his massive hands wrap around it completely. With what looks like no effort at all, he hoists my ass off the bed, pulling me tightly against his cock.

“It’s throbbing inside me.” I hook my shaky legs around his waist. “I can feel it bouncing against my walls.”

Arthur shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw. Ragged breaths barely part his lips while he tries to stay strong. But where the hell is the fun in that?

“Do it. Break me. Make me yours,” I whisper. The pain of losing my virginity is all but gone, replaced by the pleasure of his sword throbbing inside of me. We’ve gotten past the hard part, and I’m ready for whatever Arthur has to throw at me.

I want it. Need it. If I had enough power left inside me, I’d fucking beg for it.

But he doesn’t need me to. Just hearing those words is enough to set the beast free.

His eyes open again, holding the same wild look he fought so hard against.

“I’m going to destroy you,” he groans, using his leverage around my body to slide me off his cock. “I’m going to break you. Make you squeal. Make you come non-stop until you’re crying out for more.”

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