Page 52 of Accepting Love

My heart is racing. Is he finally going to make love to me? I raise my gaze to meet his and find him staring directly into my eyes as he lowers himself over me, his hands landing on either side of me.

He’s not touching me anywhere. He’s so close and so far at the same time.

Finally, his lips lower to mine, and he kisses me again with the same amount of passion as before.

I reach for his waist, grabbing on to his six-pack. I’m nervous and scared, but I want this so badly.

When he releases my lips, I find my voice. “Now will you make love to me?”

He smiles. “Not yet, Little one. Now I’m going to tease your little pussy until you come, and while your channel is warm and wet and desperate I’ll enter you.”

“I’m desperate now,” I tell him.

He shakes his head. “Not enough.” He rises up and sits back on his heels. He’s so comfortable with his nudity that he doesn’t seem to mind a bit that his massive shaft is bobbing between us.

He sets his hands on my inner thighs. His thumbs find my labia and part them, massaging them slowly, pushing me closer to nirvana. When he slides his thumbs up to find my clit and roll it between them, I arch my hips off the bed.

“Such a squirmy Little girl.”

“Daddy…” I whimper.

“Let me stretch you. It’s going to be tight.”

I nod and hold my breath, thinking he’s going to put his fingers inside me and stretch my channel, but he makes no move to do so.

“Don’t rush me, angel. I want to remember every moment of our first time together. I want it to be good for you too.”

“It’s already good, Daddy.”

“Better then. We’re in no hurry. Let me worship your body.”

I try to relax, but it’s not possible, not with him touching me so intimately.

With his gaze on mine, he brings one hand up to palm my breast while the other one presses against my pussy. He’s holding me down with pressure against my pelvis as he drags his fingers through my slit.

“So wet for me.” He lifts that hand and brings it to his face, sucking his fingers clean of my arousal.

I whimper. It’s so erotic. I lick my dry lips as he settles his palm back on my pelvis. He presses against my clit and eases his middle finger into my channel.

“So tight, angel.Jesus.” His shaft twitches as if reacting to his words. He fingers my nipple and then pinches it lightly.

I arch my chest. I don’t know what to do with my hands, and I’m struggling to give them commands, so I leave them at my sides, fisted once again in the bedding.

Daddy adds a second finger, easing them in slowly. “Is this okay?” he whispers. His face is tight, his brows drawn together with concern.

I nod. “So good.” I’m not lying. The pressure feels amazing. I know that’s going to change when he replaces his fingers with his erection, but right now the intrusion is welcome and bringing to attention nerve endings I wasn’t aware of.

As soon as his two fingers are buried as deep as he can reach, he grinds his palm against my clit.

I groan. My eyes roll back. I need to come. I’m going to any moment.

Daddy spreads his fingers inside me. It takes me a moment to realize that’s what he’s doing, but then I hold my breath. It’s tight. I’m starting to grasp just how tight. The one and only vibrator I own that can be inserted is narrow, not much larger than his middle finger.

His other hand moves to give my other breast attention. He flicks my nipple, making it stiffen and causing me to squirm.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out and finds my clit, rubbing it rapidly. “Come for me, angel. I want to watch you fall apart before I claim you.”

This man has so much control over me that he can even order me to orgasm and I will comply. I can’t stop it. The waves of pleasure roll to the surface and explode.

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