Page 31 of Daddy's Damaged Little Girl

He shoved the last few inches into her and then waited and breathed deeply, concentrating on gaining his control when all he wanted to do was pound into her.

“Daddy…” she whimpered.

He lifted his head. “How are you doing?”

“Good. But I want you to move.”

“I will. First, tell me how it feels to have me inside of you?”

“I feel stretched, but not in a bad way. The light pain just pushes my need for you higher.”

“That’s very good. Let me try to move, but tell me if it gets to be too much.”

“I will,” she said.

He started pumping in and out of her. He kept his one hand on the back of her head but used his other hand to play with her breasts and flick her clit, making her gasp.

He could feel her start to tighten on him, and he was pleased that she was ready to come. He was damn close and knew he had to push her a bit because he needed her to come before he took his own pleasure.

“I’m going to want you to let go, Baby.”

Her legs and arms tightened around him. “It’s … it’s too much.”

“No, Baby. I’ve got you. You have no reason to be afraid.”

Her nails dug into his shoulders as his pace went faster. Before long, he was ramming into her and was pleased when she begged for more and showed no fear.

“That’s it. I can feel you. Let go.”

A scream tore from her throat, and her body arched.

The orgasm plummeted over him, making him groan. It seemed to take forever. When he finally calmed, he pressed his forehead against hers and tried to settle down enough to move. It made him feel good knowing he made her come, and she was having the same problem relaxing that he was.

He was finally able to pull out of her and slip to the side. He bent and took her lips in a sweet and soft kiss. “Thank you for trusting me.”

She blushed and nodded, making him smile.

“I’ll be right back.” He pulled the blanket up over her.

She turned on her side and tucked the blanket up under her chin.

When he came back, she hadn’t moved, and her eyes never left him.

Sebastian pulled on a pair of shorts and then picked the shirt up off the floor. “Come here, Sweetheart. How does French toast sound?”

A smile spread across her face. “It sounds good.”

“All right. Let’s get this on you, and then we’ll go to the kitchen.”

He stared down at the top of her head as he buttoned the shirt. When he had a few done, he pulled her into his arms, tilted her head back, and pressed his lips against hers.

Sebastian was pleased when she moved to get closer. He ripped his mouth from hers when he could feel his cock start to twitch. It shocked him. He hadn’t been able to get it up so quickly, even as a teenager. He knew if they didn’t move, he’d have her back down on the bed.

“I’m starved.”

Sage smiled. “I haven’t had French toast in a long time. It used to be my favorite.”

“I think you’ll love the way I make it,” he said. He wrapped an arm around her and walked them down the hall and into the kitchen.

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