Page 54 of Accepting Love

Now he guides himself with his hips, pulling out and entering me a bit farther.

I hold my breath and dig my heels into the mattress. The base of him is rubbing against my clit. When I lift my hips to drive him deeper, his breath hisses out. “More,” I repeat. “Please.”

“Caro… I’m losing control.”

“Good. Stop trying to keep it slow. Just do it.”

He groans. “I can’t stand the idea of hurting you.”

“You said it won’t last long. I want to feel you. All of you. I want you inside me.” I slide my free hand to his butt and grip his firm, muscular cheek. I’m panting with anticipation.

Daddy purses his lips and drives himself all the way home.

I cry out, shocked. I was expecting tight, but it’s so much more than that. It feels like I’m surely broken. I can’t breathe. I can’t move. I finally shift my hand to his hip and push on him. It’s too much.

He doesn’t move. His hips are holding me down. “Breathe, Little one. Let yourself adjust.”

I squirm. I need him to pull out. Why won’t he budge?

Both hands come to my face, and he tries to hold my gaze. “Look at me, Caro.”

I try, but my vision is blurry. Suddenly, I draw in a deep breath because it’s either that or pass out.

“I’m so sorry, angel. Hold still for me. Your body will adjust. I promise.”

When? When will this happen?“It’s too much,” I finally murmur.

“I know, but it will pass. I promise. Another breath.”

I shake my head. I don’t want to breathe. I can’t. Not with him on top of me. Why do people do this? I thought they enjoyed it.

“Caro…” He calls my name again.

I focus on him. When I force myself to stop clenching, I realize it doesn’t feel so bad anymore.

He looks concerned. “That’s my girl. Eyes on mine. Better?”

I nod. I’m trying not to be a big baby, but it’s hard. When I force a deep inhale, his body shifts slightly and… It doesn’t hurt. I squirm. I clench my channel around him.

He groans. “Caro…”

“Maybe move a little?” I whisper.

He grits his teeth as if this is hurting him as he eases out just a bit and back in.

Oh, God. Oh, my God. It feels good. “Do it again.”

He exhales as if the weight of the world has been lifted as he pulls partway out and then fills me completely again. The base of his erection rocks against my clit, making me arch my hips upward.

Everything in me shifts as I adjust. My body wants more. “Again,” I beg when he doesn’t move fast enough.

He smiles and obliges me. “There’s my girl.”

I had no idea the inside of my channel would be so sensitive. It doesn’t hurt anymore. It feels good. So good. I grab his butt cheek and pull on him as if I could possibly control the speed or depth. He’s twice my size.

“Can I be on top now?”

He chuckles. “Not a chance.”

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