Page 26 of A Daddy for Hanna
He’d stroked her plenty of times. He’d taught her how to pleasure herself, and he visited her at bedtime every night to assist with her releases. The second night he’d visited her to give herspecial rubs, when he’d kissed her on the lips for the first time, she’d silently pledged her devotion to him. Now the thought of leaving him made her feel like she was breaking a sacred oath.
Thickness slid into her slick pussy, and she cried out her pleasure at the new sensation. More thickness filled her, and she looked at Daddy in question. He gave her a slight, encouraging smile and kissed her forehead.
“You’re doing great. I have three fingers inside you now. But not all the way inside. Your innocence is blocking my passage.” He leaned down, bracing himself with one hand on the headboard. “But I’m going to use my cock to break through that, Hanna.”
He pumped his fingers in and out while she fought for air. This was bliss. Pure and simple. His fingers were magic. His touch was fire. His kisses were love and passion. His heart was beating in sync with hers, or so she imagined.
Daddy broke away long enough to tug her panties down, past her knees and ankles. The feral gleam in his eyes as he tossed them to the floor gave her a dark thrill. The roughness of his touches as he worked her dress over her head spoke of his need. She didn’t quite understand what he’d meant when he said her innocence was blocking his passage, but she felt safe in his hands. He knew what he was doing, and he seemed to be good at it. Her body screamed for more of his rough touches, more of his hard kisses and crass words.
“You’re so beautiful, Hanna.” He gazed at her and cupped her breasts.
She glanced down, past her heaving chest and at her complete nakedness. Peering back up at him, she smiled shyly and spread her legs in invitation. Daddy stood up to remove his pants. Her eyes didn’t leave him as he stepped out of them, taking his underwear down too.
Her gaze landed on the stiffness between his legs, and her heart skipped a beat.
Daddy was huge.
Much too big for her.
Panic had her scrambling to crawl under the covers, but he pinned her down and positioned his hugeness between her thighs. Her pussy quaked, despite her fear over the pain she realized would come. His fingers had filled her up, and she feared a larger intrusion now that she’d seen how massive his manhood actually was.
“Hanna, look at me.” Daddy’s deep voice pulled her to him.
She met his gaze. The affection reflecting in his eyes chased some of her insecurities away.
“Spread your legs wider,” he said. His tone was gentle, so kind. The rough touches and kisses had ended, but she enjoyed this side of him too, especially in this moment of uncertainty.
“Is it going to hurt?” she asked.
“Probably, but it’ll be quick. I promise. Then I’ll make you feel good, okay?”
She hesitated to answer and tried to turn her head, but he held her face firmly in his large, warm hands, stroking the side of her cheek with one finger. A smile turned his lips up briefly.
“Do you trust Daddy?” he asked.
Unable to form a single word, she nodded.
Of course she trusted him.
Her trust in him grew more each day, along with her desire to stay by his side always.
“It will only hurt this first time, Hanna.”
“All right. Do it.” She braced for the pain, shutting her eyes tight.
“Look at Daddy.” He tapped the side of her face. “Eyes on me the whole time.”
The moment their gazes met, he grabbed a square packet from the nightstand, ripped it open, and produced something thin and clear which he rolled over his shaft. The tip of his length teased her entrance, and then he surged forward.
His thickness filled her, burning as if she was being torn up from the inside. She winced and gasped at the same time but managed to keep her eyes open and on Daddy.
Despite the pain and her nervousness, she found looking at him helped to calm her nerves.
“Hanna, little girl, you’re so tight.” He groaned and withdrew slightly, only to surge forward again.
She tore her hands from the covers and circled her arms around his waist. His flesh heated under her touch, and she ran her hands up and down his back, soaking up the feel of his strong masculine body.
The burning pain lessened bit by bit as he moved within her depths.
