Page 48 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. It’s just different.”
“Take a deep breath and relax.” I watch as Nellie follows my instructions. Her body pushes back this time, pulling my finger deeper into her ass. “Good girl. I’m going to put in another finger, okay?”
Nellie grunts in agreement. I put in a second finger and I twist them around, doing what I can to widen Nellie up. I don’t want this to hurt, but I can’t do the impossible either. Nellie is already tight as fuck with just my two fingers inside of her.
I’ll make it as comfortable for her as I possibly can.
She groans as I continue to move my fingers in and out of her. Watching her ass bounce back and forth is eating at my resolve.I like to think of myself as a strong man, but Nellie can bring me to my knees.
“Jesus fuck,” I mumble to myself. I’m at the end of my rope. I remove my fingers and replace them with the tip of my aching rod. I position my head right at her pucker, pushing in ever so slightly. “Are you ready?” I rumble.
Nellie adjusts her position and then nods, her hands balled into fists against the mattress. Her large breasts are smashed against the coverlet, and her white peach is poised in the air, round and delicious.
“Go ahead,” she breathes.
I grab her hips with my other hand, gripping onto her tightly. My head breaches her walls and her ass clutches around me. I can feel the tension in Nellie’s muscles.
“Take another deep breath, baby. In and out.”
“Mm-hm,” she nods. Nellie lets out a long stream of air, her body noticeably calming down. I’m able to push in ever further, my fingers digging into her waist.
“Are you okay?”
“Keep going, keep going.”
Her bottom is squeezing the life out of me, and soon, I’m fully embedded. I go slow at first, but then Nellie’s strained grunts turn into screams of pleasure as I pound in and out of her ass. My balls slap against her nub, our skin slick with sweat.
“Touch yourself,” I demand. Nellie brings her fingers to her clit, stimulating herself. Her back arches as her fingers massage that pleasure point.
I wrap my fingers in her curly hair, pulling it back. Nellie lets out a hiss but doesn’t stop fingering herself. I keep fucking her, holding off on my own release, wanting my girl to come first. She starts to shudder, her arms unable to hold her body up any longer. Her hand drops from her pussy, so I take my hand from her hair and reach around to draw circles on her clit myself. She pushes her cheek into the covers, popping her butt up even more.
“Nash!” she screams right before her walls undulate around me, massaging my shaft so that I spill inside of her. A long stream of come shoots out of me and into her gaping asshole. I double over on top of her, holding myself up with one arm. I use my other hand to grab a breast, squeezing as I do a few more lazy pumps, riding her until she’s taken every last drop from inside of me.
We stay in our double-overed position, catching our breath. Her back pushes up and down as she pulls in deep breaths. The AC cools down the sweat on our bodies, doing a little something to dissipate this heat.
Once we’re both calm enough, I roll off Nellie. I lie down with my back on the bed, pushing the covers down so Nellie and I can get under them. Nellie is beside me in an instant and snuggles up to my shoulder, resting her hand on my chest.
“How do you feel, baby? You did wonderful.”
“I feel amazing,” she murmurs, kissing me on the cheek. Her soft lips press into my skin. “You always make me feel so good, Nash.”
“Youfeel good, sweetheart.”
She smiles and pushes herself against me even more. Her fingers draw little circles on my chest.
“Did you have fun tonight? With Colt and Amy and the meal? I wonder if they’re still downstairs.” Nellie looks up at me with her big doe eyes.
I let out a chuckle.
“Yeah, you did a good job, baby. You’re a great cook. And don’t worry about them – they’ll let themselves out.”
“Thank you,” she blushes. “Sorry if I got way too caught up in the planning. Sometimes I get a little too flustered, and it starts going to my head, and then I’m all stressed out. It just ends up being a big mess. I hope I wasn’t too annoying.” I smooth her hair down, tucking it behind her ear.
“Of course you weren’t. I know you just wanted to impress our friends. Never apologize for being yourself.”
“Okay, Nash. I’ll …,” Nellie voice trails off, sounding sleepy. I look down at her and her eyes are closed, her long lashes shadowing her cheeks.
