Page 20 of Easter Daddy

“Lily.”

“Do YOU want to stop now?”

“What? No!”

“I… It’s just that… I have no experience, so I’m so–”

“Don’t you dare apologize to me. Fuck, Lily.” He kneels in front of me, taking my hands in his. “Why are you saying sorry?”

“Because I’m scared of disappointing you.”

“Never.”

“So it’s not an issue?”

“You mean that I’m your first and last? It’s a gift, Lily, not an issue.”

Liam stands up and runs a hand through his hair. I’m at eye level with his raging erection and electric heat scorches up my spine. Apparently, he’s not done talking.

“Your first time should be special.”

“It is, Liam. It’s with you.”

But he’s not listening. “I should take you out on a date, maybe rent the entire…”

“Liam, stop. Just make me yours.”

With a groan, he grabs me by the waist and lifts me. I wrap my legs around him, locking at the ankle. He slants his mouth to mine, biting my lips playfully. “What are you doing to me, little girl?”

“Just trying to get you to fuck me…Daddy.”

He releases me before he begins to disrobe. I stare at him as he unbuttons his shirt, unbuckles his pants, and pulls down his underwear. His cock—giant and magnificent—springs free, jutting proudly against his stomach.

With trembling fingers, I let my dress fall to the floor. Without taking my eyes off him, I unclasp my bra, only standing in front of him in my flimsy thong.

“Shit. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Warmth blooms in my chest, but I can’t help worrying about his size. I’m too small for him. It won’t fit.

He probably sees the look on my face because he says, “It’s alright. I’ll be gentle. At least at first.”

Liam claims my mouth again as he gently lays me on the bed. He starts to trail kisses down the column of my throat. His hand squeezes one breast while he takes the other into his mouth, his tongue licking and sucking the taut peak. He moves lower until he’s facing my pussy. I’m about to sit and ask him why he’s stopping when his tongue traces circles on my clit.

I hiss, clutching the quilt and arching my back.

With his hands on my thighs, he eats me with wild abandon, alternating between my clit and tight, wet depths. He slings my legs over his shoulders as he plunges his tongue inside me. The sensations overwhelm me and it isn’t long before my orgasm rushes to the surface, making my legs shake.

I feel boneless, but he’s far from done with me. He stands up, wipes the sheen beside his mouth with his thumb, and sucks it clean.

He wraps a hand around his dick and pumps it once.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, Lily. Are you sure you want to do this?”

I nod eagerly. “Yes, I’m sure.”

He smirks before walking over to me and getting onto the bed, his body hovering over mine. I place my hands on his shoulders, squeezing slightly. He doesn’t break eye contact as he positions himself at my entrance.

“This is going to hurt, Lily,” he informs me. “And for that, I’m sorry.”

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