Page 63 of Off-Limits Daddy
And then he pushed in.
The stretch burned just enough to make me whimper, but I didn’t move away. I opened for him, feeling every inch of him. He went slow, careful, sinking into me like he’d been waiting for this all of his life.
“That’s it,” he breathed. “God, you feel so fucking good. So tight. So perfect.”
I pressed my forehead to the mattress, mouth open in a moan. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Daddy.”
He bottomed out with a low, guttural sound, hips flush against my ass, one hand now splayed across my lower back like he needed the contact to stay grounded.
“Mine,” he whispered, more to himself than to me. “You’re mine.”
Then he started to move.
Slow thrusts at first, letting me adjust, letting me feel it—his length dragging against every nerve ending I had. Every time he pushed back in, I felt it in my spine, in my knees, in my chest.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “So deep—feels so good?—”
“You’re taking me so well,” he growled. “Knew you would. Knew your body was made for me.”
He picked up the pace, hips snapping harder now, and the bed frame gave a quiet creak beneath us. One hand came around to stroke my dick, firm and slick, in time with each thrust.
“Gonna come for me, sweetheart?” he panted in my ear.
I choked on a moan, body shaking. “Yes—yes, I’m so close—please?—”
His hand sped up, his cock driving into me with perfect precision, and everything tightened.
“Come for me, baby,” he ordered. “Let me feel you fall apart.”
And I did.
My orgasm hit hard, blinding, my cry muffled against the bed as I spilled over Daddy’s fist. My body clenched around him, and with a broken sound, he thrust deep one last time and came with a sharp groan, pulsing inside me, gripping my hips like a lifeline.
Outside fireworks cracked open the night sky—but inside, it was all fireworks too. White-hot. Blinding. Bursting behind my eyelids in a rush of color I didn’t have to see tofeel.
Inside, it was quieter. Just our ragged breaths.
He stayed wrapped around me, still inside, his chest pressed to my back, one hand curled over mine where it clutched the edge of the bed. Our skin was slick, the room hot.
I was shaking a little. Aftershocks.
He kissed the space behind my ear. “You good?”
I nodded. Couldn’t quite find my voice.
His arm slid around my waist, anchoring me. “Talk to me, baby.”
I took a breath. “That was... Jesus.”
Daddy chuckled, low and rough. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He pulled out slowly, carefully, and I winced. His hands were gentle as he helped me onto the bed. I lay back on the pillow while Daddy moved around the room—tossing the condom,grabbing a warm cloth, wiping me down with these gentle passes like I might bruise. When he finally climbed into bed beside me, he didn’t hesitate. Just curled an arm around my waist and pulled me in. I turned on my side and propped my head on my hand. My heart had finally figured out its rhythm.
His fingers stroked slowly along my spine, and mine traced the edge of one of his tattoos—some old firehouse design inked into the muscle of his bicep.
Then his fingers skimmed down my stomach, feather-light.
“What are we, Reid?” I whispered. “Is this a casual thing?”
