Daddy's Little Sweetheart (Daddy 15)

Chapter Twelve

Kyla hummed and slowly slid her eyes open.

“Good girl. I want to see you the first time I take you. If it’s painful at any time, tell me.”

The breath shuddered in her lungs, and she nodded. At the moment, she was unable to voice anything because her emotions were all over the place, and her body was still pulsating from the orgasm she just had.

She froze when she felt the tip of his cock start to press into her. At first, she thought she could handle him, but the deeper he went, the more her anxiety started to rise.

Her nails dug into his sides. “Wait, are you going to put the whole thing in me?”

He chuckled. “Yes, and you’ll take me. I promise everything’s going to be okay. Just relax for me.”

Kyla nodded and tried her best to do what he said, but every inch he pushed into her was too much. It wasn’t painful so much as overwhelming. It was like they were becoming one person, and she knew if or when they broke up, it would be even harder on her.

She never thought she’d feel this level of intimacy. She hadn’t known it existed.

“Just a little more, sweetheart. Are you doing okay?”

She bit down on her lip and nodded. Physically, she felt stretched to the point of pain, but the moment’s emotions concerned her the most.

She jolted and cried out when he slammed the last few inches into her. God, it felt like he was pushing against her stomach even though she knew that wasn’t possible.

“There, baby. You took all of me. How are you feeling?” He pushed her hair from her face.

“Um… I think I’m okay. I’m kind of afraid for you to move, though.”

He chuckled. “I guarantee you’ll love it when I move.”

She wasn’t sure of that but kept her mouth shut. Words were starting to get jumbled in her head.

“Let’s try it.”

Her knees came up alongside his hips when he started to pull out. He went very slow and was gentle with her at first. He continued to fuck her, and each thrust made a band tighten in her belly to the point it was throbbing, and she was crying out for relief.

“Please…”

“Please, what, baby?”

“Make me fly like last time.”

“I can do that. Can you say, ‘Make me fly, Daddy?’”

Oh, God, yes. “Please make me fly, Daddy.”

“That’s a good girl.”

She gasped when his thrusts immediately went faster and grew harder. She felt herself spiral up and up and heard herself crying out.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for Daddy.”

A scream tore from her throat as the band inside of her snapped. She heard him grunt as he tried to push into her, but she’d tightened so much he could barely move. Finally, the pressure eased, and she collapsed into the mattress.

She vaguely felt him pump into her a few more times before he was groaning against her neck. Her arms came up, and she hugged him to her as she tried to get her breathing to settle.

She whimpered when he pulled away.

“I’ll be right back. Just relax.”