Page 122 of Masks and Mishaps

“You don’t believe I can handle it?”

I take in the resolve on her face. This woman brings unbridled ambition to literally everything she does—and I’ve never doubted her. “Turn around.”

No hesitation. None.

She does.

“Spread your cheeks.”

She does.

Her asshole, like all of Essie, looks teeny—even around the plug.

I’m skeptical when I drag my fingertips around the stretched pleats of her perfect, pink bud. Every time I’ve fingered it, she’s gone wild. Obviously, my cock is different though. Still, she releases a gentle moan.

“I want to fuck it,” I admit.

“You will.”

“It looks tight.”

“You’ll fit,” she answers immediately. “There’s nothing—not a single part of you—that I can’t take.”

I swallow hard. I know Essie well enough to recognize she’s talking about more than her asshole. Essie knows me well enough to know I’m going to give in.

We’re both still going to pretend this conversation is about that tiny, tight hole.

My heart is racing, and an airy chuckle escapes my lips. “I don’t know if I deserve you,” I murmur.

Essie turns around and climbs back into my lap. “You deserve me because I picked you,” she replies. Her big brown eyes crinkle, and the corner of her mouth rises. “Because I can take you—all of you—and I want to.” Her smile broadens. “I’ve always envisioned a life with the biggest and best of everything. That’s you, Dalton. Give me what I want, Daddy.”

I nod. I nod and I don’t stop nodding until Essie rolls off me and slides her lacy panties down her legs, and it finally registers this is actually happening.

Nobody has ever been willing to try this with me before—nobody but her.

She settles on her stomach, naked and ready, arms folded near her head so her chin rests against her stacked palms. The plug nestled in her asshole is bright pink and far bigger than any I’ve seen her use before. I give it an exploratory tug, and Essie groans immediately.

“Good?”

“Keep going,” she encourages, wiggling her butt.

With another tug, the silicone moves. Another. Working carefully, I pull until it’s out and immediately massage three fingers against her asshole while catching the gap left from the plug. Her hole looks so small, easily hurt, but I’d be doing a disservice to Essie if I doubted her. Still, I have to take care of her—for my own sanity.

Climbing over her, I lower my mouth to her asshole, licking it and easing it to my touch while I begin lubing her. “So ridiculously perfect,” I murmur between licks and squirts of lube. “That’s my sweet girl, doing so good, opening up that little hole for me. You’re making me so proud, sweetheart.”

Essie’s hands clench the sheets now, and she rolls her hips back to meet my mouth. Willing. Aching for it.

“Look how good you’re doing for me. Look how many fingers you’ve learned to take for me. Three. Can we do four? Try for me, Ess,” I coax, pushing in a fourth finger and continuing to lap at her hole. “Is it good? Cock would be better. Tell your Daddy how much you want his cock.”

“I need to be filled.” She cants her hips back to push her ass even closer to my face. “Please. Please get yourself inside me, Daddy. I need you to cream it with your cum.”

“You want my load in your ass, baby?” I bite her cheek. “Would it make you happy to feel it leaking out? All I want is to make you happy.”

My words have her wild for it, and she’s squirming, wiggling, pulling apart her own cheeks with her hands to show me—to show me everything that’s mine.

I grab the lube bottle from the nightstand and squeeze another generous dollop onto the spot where my fingers are nestled in the taut ring, and another bigger squirt onto my cock. Essie and I are singlehandedly keeping this lube company afloat, I figure, but I don’t ever take chances with her body.

Probably should look into bulk savings though.

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