Page 24 of Spooking the Mountain Man
"We're going to take this slow, alright?" He strokes my hair, his touch gentle despite the hunger in his eyes. "I'm a lot bigger than you, baby girl. I need to make sure I don't hurt you. You tell me immediately if anything hurts or if you want to stop. Promise me."
"I promise."
"Good girl." Callum kisses me deeply, then reluctantly pulls away to strip off his clothes. When he's finally naked, I can't help but stare. He's beautiful in a purely masculine way—all hard muscle and scarred skin and perfect proportions. And his cock is huge, thick and long and already leaking for me.
"Like what you see, baby girl?" he asks, and there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the teasing.
"Love it, Daddy," I correct, reaching for him. "You're so big. So perfect."
"And you're so small," he says, settling over me and supporting his weight on his forearms. His body completely covers mine. "I'm going to have to be very careful with you, aren't I?"
I can feel him hard and hot against my thigh, and the anticipation makes me squirm. "Please, Daddy. I can take it. I can take all of you."
"We'll see about that." Callum reaches between us to position himself at my entrance, rubbing the thick head through my wetness. "Remember, baby girl—you tell Daddy if it's too much."
The first push of him inside me makes us both gasp. He's so much bigger than I expected, stretching me almost to the point of pain. Callum goes agonizingly slow, letting me adjust to each thick inch, murmuring praise and encouragement the whole time.
"That's my good girl. Taking me so well. Look how your little pussy stretches around me. Made for me, weren't you?"
"Yes," I whimper. "Made for you. Only for you."
"That's right. This tight little cunt belongs to me now." When he's finally fully seated inside me, we both groan. "Fuck, baby girl. You feel like heaven. So tight and warm and perfect around my cock."
"So full," I manage, overwhelmed by the intimacy of having him inside me. "You're so deep."
"And you're going to take every inch, aren't you? Going to be good and take everything I give you."
"Yes. Please move. Please fuck me."
"Such a filthy little mouth on my sweet girl." Callum begins to move in slow, deep strokes that make me feel every thick inch. "You want me to fuck you? Want me to claim this tight little pussy?"
"Please!" I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "Please fuck me. Make me yours."
Callum groans at the change in angle, his control slipping slightly. "You sure you can take it harder, baby? I don't want to hurt you."
"I can take it, Daddy. I promise. Please, I need more!"
His restraint finally snaps, and he starts moving with real purpose, driving into me with deep, powerful strokes that make the bed creak beneath us. I meet him thrust for thrust, my nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure builds.
"That's it, baby girl. Such a good little slut for me. Taking my cock like you were made for it." His dirty talk makes me clencharound him. "You like being my little slut? Like being split open on my cock?"
"Yes! Love it! Love being yours!"
"Who does this pussy belong to?" He punctuates each word with a hard thrust.
"You, Daddy! Belongs to you!"
"That's right. Mine to fuck. Mine to fill. Mine to breed." His hand moves between us to find my clit, circling it with just the right pressure. "You want Daddy to come inside you, baby girl? Want me to fill up this tight little cunt?"
"Please, Daddy! Want all of it! Want you to come inside me!"
"Ask permission first. Good girls ask permission to come."
"May I come? Please? I'm so close, I need it so bad, please let me come on your cock!"
"Not yet. Hold it for me, baby. Show Daddy what a good girl you are."
He pounds into me relentlessly, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust while his fingers work my clit. I'm sobbing with the effort of holding back my orgasm, teetering right on the edge.
