Page 70 of Watch Me, Daddy

I liked what he was doing, and I couldn’t deny it any longer. A wave of courage came over me, and I spread my bottom as wide as I could.

I felt brave for a few long moments, at least until I heard a faint, squishy sound that made my heart skip a beat. It was followed by a soft, almost muffled noise, like something being placed down on a surface.

My mind raced with possibilities, and I felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension. What was he doing? The sound seemed to carry a promise, a tactile sensation of something being prepared. I was acutely aware of his presence, of the energy shifting in the room. My pulse quickened, and I battled with conflicting emotions—a deep sense of shame and a building desire. My body must have stiffened because he hushed me gently.

“It’s only lube, sweet girl,” he explained, and I bit my lip, nervous as his fingertips flitted along the cleft of my ass. Without warning, he circled my asshole with slick, slippery liquid. His movements were almost languid, as if he was prolonging my shame and deeply enjoying every moment of it.

“This tight little hole is quivering for me, begging for me to fuck it,” he mused, and I yelped out loud as he pushed a single finger into my most reluctant place. A glimmer of pain radiated deep inside me, the foreign feeling of his digit inside of me only slightly familiar and terribly wrong, yet somehow still right. I clenched tight, trying to fight him, only to be punished by my own body with another much deeper wave of agony. I cried out, but he didn’t relent.

“This is only one finger, princess. My cock is far bigger than this,” he warned, and I yelped, really taking his words to heart. Gradually, I felt myself relax as he pumped his finger in and out of me. I tried not to think about it, which only made matters worse. Soon, my entire focus was centered on each and every one of his thick, rough knuckles pumping into my asshole.

I wasn’t ready for his second finger, but that didn’t stop it from happening.

I keened, the painful burning stretch returning as he took my tender ring of muscle. Ruthlessly, he pumped my asshole with those two fingers long past the point where I was gasping with pain, then sighing with pleasure instead.

My pussy blazed with simmering need. Knowing it was going to remain empty made me yearn for him to fill me there even more. My inner walls fluttered, almost as if they were calling for his cock.

When he added a third finger, the flash of pain was even more intense. The burning ache turned scalding as my tight hole was stretched further than it had ever been. The pain settled deep in my core and there was nothing I could do other than take it.

He pumped into me slowly, but steadily, stretching me open so wide that I thought I was going to tear. I whimpered and moaned, but soon enough the pain faded, and intense soul-consuming desire had taken its place.

Before I knew what I was doing, my body was unconsciously seeking him out. My back arched, and my hips lifted off the bed, taking his fingers deeper and deeper with every thrust. When I realized what was happening, my face flushed red-hot, and my pussy flooded with arousal.

“Daddyyy…” I whined, my voice breathy with my hesitant desire.

“Daddy’s enjoying stretching this tight little hole, princess.”

His fingers continued pumping in and out of me, and I bit my lip, feeling my desire begin to billow out deep in the depths of my belly. The more he teased me with his fingers, the more heat surged through me. My breath hitched, and my heart raced in response to the intense yearning that surged through me. My thoughts became a haze of want, and I struggled to contain the overwhelming sensations that threatened to unravel my self-control. Each brush of his fingers, each whispered word only fueled the fire that raged within me, causing my desire to quickly spiral out of control.

Before I knew it, an orgasm was approaching, and just before I flew over the edge, he pulled his fingers out of me and replaced it with the head of his cock. Helpless against his relentless assault, I pushed back using my hands on the bed as leverage, and his hips thrust forward.

He didn’t rush the taking of my ass, not even by a little bit. Instead, he slowly pushed inside me, stretching me open so wide that I suddenly worried I would split in two. The burning agony was immediately overwhelming in its intensity, and I moaned, my desperation and struggle to take him clear with every pitiful sound. The deep pain spiked into my core, swirling with desire as he forced each inch of his cock into a hole that felt far too tight.

When he bottomed out, the pain was still flaring hot, and I squeezed my eyes shut, letting a sharp wail slip off my lips before I could stop it. My muscles tightened around him, causing another harsh flash of pain to spiral through me before I forced myself to relax. Eventually, the pain relented, and my cries quieted. He remained still for a long time, allowing my body time to adjust to his monstrous size.

“Where is my cock, princess?”

“In my ass, Daddy!” I wailed.

I wasn’t fighting anymore, not when he had me like this. I had no smart retorts, no sassy response to his question. I was lost in a sea of desire and pain, and he was the lifeline that I needed to hold onto in order to keep from drowning.

“I’m going to fuck this gorgeous little ass now, babygirl. It’s going to hurt. It’s going to go on for far longer than you want it to, but you’ll be walking down the aisle with my seed dripping from your tight hole before you know it,” he vowed, and I knew deep in my heart that he meant every word.

“Daddy, please!”

“Don’t worry, princess. You’re going to come very hard for me before I’m through,” he continued.

My arousal spiked immediately. There was no containing my arousal now. My asshole was still extremely sore, but I had a feeling it was going to stay that way. When he pulled out part of the way, the friction of his flesh against mine made me moan, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he thrust back inside with far more vigor than before, and every muscle in my body tensed.

Pain and pleasure cut through me as he moved faster. His fingers laced around my hips as he yanked me backwards. With my pelvis no longer against the bed, he slid one of his hands around the front of me and lightly brushed his fingers against my clit.

In an instant, raw pleasure burst through me, and I was helpless to resist. Desire radiated through me with the power of a shooting star, and my hips rocked. The pace of his fucking gradually grew faster and the pain that I thought had relinquished its hold on me returned with vigor. I cried out, struggling to take it, but then a whirlwind of desire hit me like a sudden rainstorm. Pleasure washed over me in spades, and I felt my feet lift off the floor as Aidan hiked my hips up higher. Somehow, this new position forced his cock even deeper inside my forbidden hole, and I moaned. His fingers slipped over my clit with ease, my arousal thoroughly soaking my inner thighs now.

Heat swirled in my core, cinching tighter and tighter until my entire world imploded. My climax swept my feet out from under me, making me feel as though I was falling through white-hot blazing ecstasy. From the moment my orgasm took hold, a scream billowed up from deep inside me and I couldn’t contain it.

My hips rocked as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. I could feel my inner walls clench down, over and over again as if they were milking his cock. My pussy was empty, yet I was full in a very different kind of way.

His cock surged in and out of my bottom as I came harder than I’d ever come in my life. I lost myself in the consuming surrender of that moment.

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