Page 49 of Wrong Idea

“So wet. So fucking tight,” he growled between kisses. His fingers worked in and out of my body. “Tell me you’re sure, princess. Daddy needs to know.” He sounded like he was almost in pain with his own ache.

“I want you to take my cherry, Daddy. Be my first,” I whimpered. My skin broke out into goose bumps at the deep guttural sound he made. Carver pulled off his boxer briefs, and when I looked down between us, my eyes widened.

“You’re big, Daddy,” I whispered, and his nose flared. Every breath I took filled my lungs with Car’s masculine scent.

“I’ll fit,” he hoarsely promised. “We’re made for each other, princess. I promise I’ll fit.”

“Now. I need you now. Please.” I squirmed, trying to get him to line up with my entrance.

“I won’t hurt you,” he promised. “It might hurt because it’s your first time, but we will go slow.”

“But, Daddy, I don’t want slow.” I needed him.

I wasn’t afraid of how big he was.

I burned from the inside out. More than ready to be stretched by him. To have Daddy be the one to take care of this deep-rooted ache inside of me.

“Be a good girl for me, Max. I’d hate to have to stop so I can turn you over my knee and spank your perfect little ass,” he warned.

I bit away a grin. I loved how dirty he talked to me. His large body settled between my legs, forcing them to hitch up and over his waist, so the heels of my feet rested against the small of his back. Our eyes connected and my body relaxed.

“I’m ready, Carver. I’ve been waiting for you to be my first.”

“I’ll be your first and only, princess. From here one out, you’re all mine and I’m yours. You get me? No turning back.”

“Please,” I whispered and then mewled. I felt the thick crown of his cock bump against my entrance, and his eyes shut.

“Fuck,” he whispered roughly. “You’re so wet. Shit…” He licked his full lips before he thrust inside of me. The intrusion made me squirm. I had toys at my place. Dildos and vibrators. But nothing could have prepared me for that thick velvet-wrapped steel pipe moving in and out of my body. Slowly. Feeding me inch by inch until I couldn’t see straight.

“Car! Daddy!” I cried, and when his eyes opened, I knew he was losing control. His upper body shook, and when he looked down between us, he made an animalistic sound.

“Max, you’re mine,” he gritted, his body strained tightly. “You can’t take this from me. Not after today.”

“We’re forever, Carver,” I vowed, and he nodded. Before I could take a breath, he thrust inside of me completely. From root to tip, he impaled me, and all I could to was cling to Daddy. Tears stung my eyes, not from the pain but from how good he felt. I clenched around him, and without having to say a word, he knew I was ready. His thickness sawed in and out of me, bringing pleasure like I had never felt to life.

“Carver!”

“Just like that, princess. Shit. You feel so good. Nothing between us.”

“Baby. Daddy, I want everything,” I whispered, too shy to say the words. He stopped and looked at me before thrusting deep as his gaze held me hostage.

“You want me to come in you,” he gruffed, his face taut and tense.

“Please.” I pulled my body upward, and my lips brushed against his ear. “Breed me, Daddy.” Those three little words were enough to break that iron will of his. It was like it unleashed a beast.

An animal that couldn’t be stopped. And I was there for the ride. Every thrust became harder. Rougher. But it didn’t matter. I was wet enough to take it, and I wanted it all. He rolled his hips and hit something inside me, an untouched spot that made me scream out his name.

“Hold on, princess, I’m going to give you what you want. You want me to fill this pretty little body of yours with my seed and tie you to me until we don’t know where the other starts?” he strained.

And like the good girl I was, I did as he asked. Before I knew it, a tightness started to coil inside me, and I started to become breathless.

“Daddy! Car-Carver!” I chanted, and his forehead dipped down.

“Touch your little clit, princess. Show daddy how much you like him inside you.” I hurried to slip a hand between us, surprised at the wetness I found between our sweat-slickened bodies. I rubbed and watched as he looked down, watching himself feed his cock into my tight pussy.

“So fucking beautiful,” he grunted. His upper body began to tremble over mine as if he was ready to come, and quick. “Fuck!” he roared. “Find it, Max.”

“I’m close,” I gasped and felt his already large length thicken further.

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