Page 24 of Puck Me Daddy

"Relax, Tilly," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "Let go of any self-consciousness. I want you to feel safe, loved."

His words resonated deep within me, and I found myself surrendering to the sensations. Demian's tongue traced slow, deliberate circles around my most sensitive spot, drawing out a mix of arousal and emotional release. Each touch reminded me that this was more than just lust—it was about trust, vulnerability, and connection.

As my breath grew ragged, I threaded my fingers through Demian's short-cropped hair, urging him closer. He responded with a low growl, his touch growing more insistent as he lavished me with attention. I felt myself teetering on the edge of something profound, my body trembling with anticipation.

“Let go,” he urged me, then he returned to his pleasure-giving, his tongue working harder than ever to elicit a climax from me. It didn’t take long. It hit me like a tsunami, a giant crashing wave of delight, my entire body getting swept up by it.

Demian watched me with hungry eyes, then moved up to my lips, kissing me long and deep, crushing the weight of his hard, ripped body down onto me, grinding his erection, still clothed behind his denim jeans, between my legs.

“More Daddy,” I panted. “I want more.”

I reached for his jeans but he grabbed my wrist tight.

“Daddy decides when it’s time for that,” he said, tutting playfully. “Ask me again. Nicely.”

I swallowed. “Please, Daddy,” I said. “Please get naked for me.”

“Ask me again,” he commanded. “Beg me. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Please, Daddy,” I begged, squirming on the sheets, my pussy hot and wet, satisfied and desperate for more all at once. “I beg you, Daddy. Take off your clothes and fuck me, Daddy. Fill me up.”

Demian let his eyes rake over my body, a dominant look in his expression that I hadn’t seen fully before now. I loved every minute of it.

“Alright,” he said at last. “Seeing as you asked me so nicely. But I’m warning you, I won’t hold back.”

I nodded. “I understand. I don’t want you to hold back, Daddy.”

Demian let out an animal growl then he stood up and pulled his t-shirt up over his head, revealing rock hard abs and pecs, an athlete’s body. He pulled down his jeans right after, his pants coming off with them. Clearly, he wasn’t ashamed of his body and it was easy to see why. His cock was thick and hard, perfectly straight and ready to plunge into me. He grabbed something off his nightstand and put it between his teeth, biting off the wrapper. Then he rolled a condom onto his thick length, groaning in anticipation.

“Holy shit, baby girl,” he panted. “I’ve been thinking about doing this to you all fucking day.”

I smiled as I thought about Demian wanting to fuck me on the ice and in the ball pit. It made the memory of our day even more special.

He climbed over me, kissing me again as he entered me slowly, splitting me open, thrusting deep inside me, maintaining eye contact the entire time. He shuddered. “Fuck, you feel perfect.”

He began to move now, but his rhythm remained unhurried, allowing every sensation to settle like a warm embrace. As our bodies moved together, I felt a deep sense of intimacy unlike anything I had ever experienced before. My breath hitched with each slow thrust, the mix of physical pleasure and emotional vulnerability overwhelming me. I clung to Demian, my fingers digging into his broad shoulders as I surrendered myself to the moment.

"You're mine, Tilly," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Completely and utterly mine."

I nodded, because I knew that I was. I belonged to Demian, body and soul, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

My world shrank to the size of Demian's embrace, his warmth enveloping me as his movements grew more urgent. His guiding hands traced patterns on my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He grabbed handfuls of me, he pinched my nipples, he bit my shoulder. He was claiming me, every bit of me, as his.

I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I whispered words of encouragement. His soft words of reassurance washed over me, drowning out the noise in my head and leaving nothing but the exquisite sensation of his body against mine.

As we reached the precipice together, I felt a rush of ecstasy mixed with an overwhelming sense of connection. We crested the wave in unison, our breaths mingling as we rode out the aftershocks. For a few moments, neither of us spoke—the silence filled only with the sound of our ragged breathing and the pounding of our hearts.

Demian pressed a tender kiss to my forehead, his arms wrapping around me as we rested in the afterglow. "You’re something else, baby girl," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

I returned his words with a shy smile, feeling more cared for than I ever had before.

“I want you to know,” he said, “that this wasn’t a one-time thing. What we did just then—that’s the tip of the fucking iceberg, sweetheart. I’m going to do things to you, to take things from you, to give things to you, that you’ve never experienced. Not in your wildest dreams.” He groaned and kissed me again. “Fucking you is like fucking heaven, Tilly. I never want to let you go.”

“Then don’t",” I whispered breathlessly. “Please don’t.”

He ran his fingers through my tangled hair, smoothing it away from my face. "How about a warm bath now?" he suggested. “To soothe that little red butt of yours?”

The offer sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine, and I nodded eagerly. The thought of sinking into a steaming tub, surrounded by fragrant bubbles and Demian's tender care, was almost too enticing to resist.

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