Page 52 of Watch Me, Daddy

“You can’t mean to… Not there…” I whispered.

“One day, I’m going to take this tight little hole, princess. It might be on our wedding night, or it may be when you’ve been an especially bad girl, but either way, it’s going to take every last inch of my cock,” he rasped.

“But…Daddy…” I whined.

Without a single word of warning, he pushed his finger firmly inside my asshole, using only my own wetness as lubricant. The burning pain caught me off guard, and my mouth opened wide with a shocked gasp. Searing agony radiated around my darkest hole. I’d never been penetrated there before in my life, not even by myself.

He forced his finger inside all the way to the second knuckle, and I cried out, trying to clench hard and make him get out, but that only made the pain burn that much hotter. A knot formed in the trenches of my core, threatening to unravel as the agony began to lessen, only for raw desire to take its place.

“Now, babygirl, ride me like you don’t want a second finger in this tight little bottom,” he growled, and the vibrations coursed right down my spine and straight into my core.

With a soft whimper, I rocked my hips, still struggling with the sizzling burn radiating deep in my ass. It was foreign and incredibly taboo. Too wicked to actually enjoy.

Heat pooled in my lower belly despite my shame. There was a deep part of me that loathed and loved his finger inside me there. It hurt, yet there was something about it that fulfilled a previously unknown yearning that I didn’t even know I had.

It was wrong, but somehow perfectly right.

I tensed my stomach muscles and rolled my pelvis, grinding myself up and down the massive monstrosity of his cock. It felt like the head of his cock was sliding along a special spot inside me, and it was driving me crazy with need.

My orgasm brewed deep inside me, billowing up like a balloon inside my core and threatening to pop at any given moment. It grew larger, and I started moving faster, unable to help myself as I pushed myself closer and closer to the edge. With my release looming just over the horizon, I pushed harder, grinding myself against his knuckles.

I lost control of my body, riding him like a feral cat in heat until my release was just moments away.

“Daddy, please,” I begged.

I didn’t know why I was asking permission, but somehow it felt right in that moment. My passionate need swirled with sizzling flame, burning hotter with every passing moment as his dark gaze bored into mine.

“Come for me, princess. Squeeze Daddy’s cock with that tight little pussy,” he demanded.

His words were my undoing.

With a sizzling jolt, my core ignited with a startling hard, pulsing heat. Every muscle in my body seized, paralyzed with exquisite, agonizing bliss that tore me open from the inside out. My body pitched forward as my hips rocked like an animal, taking every inch of him and more. My bottom hole clenched around his finger, and he growled again, the rumbling sound sending reverberating sensations up and down my spine.

I came so hard that I saw stars.

I opened my mouth, but it felt like the air had incinerated between us. I tried to draw in a breath, but my lungs filled with raw heat instead.

My arms gripped around his neck, holding on as I shattered on top of his cock with his thick finger shoved inside my bottom hole.

It was the hardest orgasm of my life.

When it finally started to fade, I realized that he hadn’t come with me. A harsh jolt of desire forced its way through me as my pussy spasmed around his cock like it hadn’t had enough already. My ragged panting and the wet sounds of our fucking seemed to echo loudly around us. If anyone walked by, they would know exactly what we were doing.

“Good girl,” Aidan purred, and I swore that hearing those two words was far more addictive than any drug currently on the market. I would do anything to hear him say that to me, over and over again. I’d never get enough. I’d always need another hit.

His lips captured mine in a soul-stealing kiss. His mouth devoured mine, like he was a man lost in the desert and I was his last drop of water. Unable to help myself, I rode him slowly, grinding up and down on his cock. I worked my body and his thick length slowly, earning myself a soft groan that made me feel more alive than I had ever felt.

I wanted to hear itagain.

Gradually, I ground up and down, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. Faster and faster, I moved, taking everything that I wanted from him and more. His hand returned between us, teasing my clit and forcing me to the edge of the cliff of an orgasm that promised to be even more intense than the last.

“Come with me, Daddy,” I begged.

“Fuck, babygirl,” he groaned, and his hips thrust up hard, bouncing me on his cock and spearing even deeper into me than ever before. The raw, unfiltered sound of his pleasure ignited a fierce longing deep within me, setting my senses ablaze. It was as if his groan had a hypnotic power, drawing me closer to him, my heart pounding in sync with his every breath. An electric current crackled between us, sparking with fervent need. Desire surged through my veins like wildfire, blazing a course through me with ruthless abandon.

I was so close.

“Please, Daddy. I want you to come with me,” I pleaded.

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