Page 20 of Beauty and the Daddy

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I strip off, and from the way she stares, I think my hard, veiny cock passes the test.

"I'll go slow." I settle between her thighs. "Tell me if it hurts too much."

I reach between us to stroke her, making sure she's still wet and ready.

Oh lord, she's dripping.

I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her.

"Look at me."

Her eyes meet mine, a pool of desire.

I push forward, just the tip breaching her.

So tight.

So hot.

So perfect.

Her breath catches, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"You okay?" I ask through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to slam all the way in.

"I want more."

I press deeper, inch by inch, watching her.

She closes her eyes and bites her lip, that slow smile on her face screaming that she's got no regrets.

When I hit her barrier, I pause. "This is going to hurt a little. Hold onto me."

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss.

Against her lips, I whisper, "I've got you."

I thrust forward, steady and inexorable, breaking through the proof of her innocence.

She cries out, body seizing tight around me, and I freeze—buried deep, every muscle straining as I hold myself still.

"Easy," I murmur against her skin, pressing kisses over her forehead, her cheeks, her mouth. "Breathe for me, baby."

Slowly, her tension unravels. She exhales, soft, her body yielding beneath mine.

"I'm okay," she whispers, and fuck if the sound of her breathy voice doesn't caress every sense in me.

I move inside her slow, drawing out every inch before pressing back in.

A rhythm that coaxes, that claims, until her body learns me.

"Fuck, Belle," I groan. "You feel amazing."

She wraps her legs around my waist, changing the angle to take me deeper. "So do you," she gasps.

I pick up the pace slightly, still careful not to hurt her.

She's so tight around me, like a silken fist, and it's taking every ounce of control not to pound into her the way my body is screaming to.

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