Page 51 of Filthy Business
I heard his belt unbuckle. Finally.
“Stay just like that,” he said, stripping his shirt off.“I want to see you split open when I give her the real thing.”
I heard the sound of him slicking himself up—more lube, more anticipation. Then the blunt head of his cock nudged against me, testing the resistance.
“Relax, Iris. Let me in.”
He pushed, inch by inch, slow and steady. My breath caught. The pressure was intense—burning, stretching, overwhelming—but I wanted it. Needed it. He paused halfway, his hand smoothing down my back.
“God, you feel tight,” he groaned.“Fucking perfect, sweetheart.”
He leaned over me, lips brushing my ear as he slid deeper.
“Oh, yeah. You hear that?” he whispered.“That wet stretch? That’s your arse welcoming me home.”
I moaned brokenly, clenching around him. I couldn’t speak. Could barely think. My body was full—too full—and he wasn’t even all the way in yet.
“Almost there, sweetheart,” Daddy said.“I’m going to bury every inch.”
When he finally bottomed out, I cried out. My walls spasmed around him and he stilled, letting me adjust.
“Look at you,” he growled, voice thick with possessive heat.“You're loving Daddy’s cock in your arsehole.”
He held me in place, chest flush to my back, letting me feel every throb, every twitch of him deep inside me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I panted against the pillow.
I was full. Stretched. Claimed.
And I never wanted it to stop.
He didn’t move at first. Just stayed locked deep inside me, one hand gripping my hip, the other smoothing up my spine like he was calming a skittish animal.
“Still breathing?” Daddy murmured.
“Barely,” I whispered.
He chuckled low, and I felt it in my spine before he pulled back, just an inch, then eased back in. My toes curled. That thick stretch had me trembling, but he took his time. Each movement was deliberate, controlled, maddening.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking tight. So perfect. Your arse was made to be taken like this. Fucked by Daddy’s cock.”
I gasped as he pulled back again, a little further, and pushed in slower this time. My body started to open for him, the pain melting into pressure, the pressure warping into need.
“Say it,” Daddy growled.“Say you love my cock in your arse.”
“I love it, Daddy,” I moaned.“It’s so deep.”
“That’s right. Every inch,” he growled.“Taking me like my good girl.”
He picked up the pace, hips rocking harder, deeper. My moans turned into gasps, my fingers clutching at the sheets as he fucked me open. Each thrust sent shockwaves through my core, teasing the edge of something filthy and intense.
“Look at you,” Daddy said, voice rough.“Taking it so fucking well. You hear that sound? That’s your sweet arsehole sucking me back in.”
“Please—don’t stop,” I begged, delirious from the stretch and the filth pouring from his mouth.
He slammed into me then, no warning, and I cried out. My body jerked, mouth falling open, and he didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down.
“You want it rough?” he snarled.“You’ll get it. You’re mine, sweetheart. Every hole, every sound, every fucking pulse inside you belongs to me.”
