Page 30 of Hard Wood Daddy

I press myself forward, the head of my cock splitting her open, spreading her lubrication over her tight little lips. “Don’t be scared, baby girl. Trust Daddy. It will be painful, but then it will feel good. You want that, don’t you?”

She doesn’t get a chance to nod before I push forward and her mouth falls open in a low wail that builds from her chest. Her cunt grips my shaft near the head, not letting me in any further, and I draw back instead to the sound of a screech of pain from my girl.

I don’t want to hurt her. I really don’t. But there’s no way I’m not going to claim her right now.

“You’re doing great, baby,” I murmur as I thrust forward again. “My special girl. Let Daddy in.”

She nods as I thrust forward, watching my cock split her open inch by veiny inch. She screams, and I wish I could stop and take all the pain away, but I can’t. All I can do is pull back, then thrust my hips forward, going deeper each time.

Finally, she gushes once more, and I thrust hard, disappearing inside her to the hilt.

I’m inside Tess. Jesus fucking Christ on a tortilla. I can die a happy man.

My mind pinpoints on that single fact. My mouth starts talking all on its own. “Christ. You’re tight. So fucking tight. But you want to take me, you’re so fucking wet, so hot, this tight virgin pussy—fuck—yes—take my cock, baby. Take it.”

Her eyes are rolling to the back of her head. She pulls hard on her restraints so she can bite down on my arm, pain shootingthrough me as she smothers the wail of ecstasy that pierces her throat.

I grab her face with one hand. Force her to look forward and open her mouth.

“Hurt me all you like, but don’t muffle,” I say. “Make those noises for me.”

And I punch in another inch. Impossibly, I’m going in deeper. Her mouth falls open and it feels like I’ve gone so far into Tess that I’m gonna see the head of my cock coming out the back of her throat.

When I pull myself back a little, her pussy sucks to my dick. Her lips grip me like a fist.

Then I spear my way deeper again, groaning all those animal sounds.

I fuck myself all the way into her.

Hips meet hips. My balls slap her ass.

“Oh my God!” she cries.

Bracing my knees, I work my hips in an unfamiliar motion that warms up my thighs and squeezes my ass. It’s like I’m sawing into her. Every single stroke, in and out, shoots lightning up my spine.

It’s nothing like touching myself. It’s not even like rubbing against Tess while we were dressed.

I’m completely absorbed in the fire of her sopping cunt and the sound of our bodies slamming into each other again and again.

I collapse on top of her and smother her mouth with mine. I bite at her lips, scrape my teeth on her jaw, latch onto her neck. “Gonna fill you. Spray myself all inside you.” I grab her hip and hike it higher, a better angle so I can go even deeper. “I’m gonna see this belly round with my fucking seed. Feels amazing. My baby girl.”

I’m pounding artlessly into her. Slap, slap, slap. A complete beast, taking exactly what I need.

It doesn’t take long now.

I’ve been aching for her so long. These long strokes in the snug heat of her body are shoving me toward a cliff I can’t escape.

My spine bows. I pull her thighs against me, sealing us tight together.

Orgasm sweeps over me.

I roar more like a bear than a man as my balls pump and my cock throbs and I shoot one blast after another to the depths of her pussy.

God, I’ve never felt such relief.

Then I fall over her, clear-headed for a minute. Drained and tired. The surge of affection and gratitude I feel is foreign too. I don’t want to bite her anymore. Instead, all I want to do is bundle her against my chest, kissing all the places I bit, stroking my hands gently over her body.

I reach up and let her out of the knotted jeans, kissing her strained arms.

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