Call Me Daddy

She grips my wrist as I begin to move away, and I stop. Wait.

“Please don’t,” she whispers. “Please don’t use anything. I want it to be you inside me. Just you.”

“If you’re sure.”

She nods. “I’m really sure.”

My heart feels fit to burst. My balls straining, cock aching to be buried inside my sweet love. I squeeze her cute little tits, and the thought is there unbidden. The thought of those little breasts swollen with milk, her belly stretched with our baby. A baby inside my gorgeous little girl.

She takes a breath. “I want you so much, Daddy.”

“And I want you, Laine. So very much, sweetheart.”

I lift her knees to her chest for the perfect view of her gorgeous cunt. She’s shaking, and she smiles as I realise.

“I’m not scared,” she tells me. “It’s just stupid nerves.”

“A little bit of pain, sweetheart, that’s all. It’ll feel good after that, I promise.”

I press the tip of my dick to her slit, rub it back and forth, teasing it inside just a little. I love the way she’s so pink and puffy, the way her lips splay around my cock. I ease forward, and it’s tight. So fucking tight.

She moans and grips at the bedsheets.

I’m hardly in and she feels so fucking divine. It takes every scrap of restraint not to shunt my length all the way. Slowly, an agonising tension as I position myself for greater leverage. Her pussy opens, she squeaks as my swollen head sinks inside.

“Ow, Daddy, that’s big… it’s really big…”

I move my hips, tiny nudges. “Let me in, sweetheart. Let Daddy love you.”

She takes a breath and I push harder. Hard enough to gain an inch. I nearly shoot my fucking load, she’s so fucking tight.

She whimpers. She’s tense, her whole body tense.

“Just relax and let Daddy in, Laine. Be a good girl for Daddy.”

I stay still, wait, but when her eyes meet mine they are full of determination.

“Do it, Daddy,” she hisses. “Do it!”

Her tone thrills me, my balls tighten. “Tell Daddy what you want, Laine. Tell me.”

Her gaze is questioning, curious.

“Tell me, Laine. Be a dirty little girl for Daddy.”

She tips her head back, and smiles through the nerves.

The girl knows exactly what I want.

“Fuck me, Daddy… please fuck me…”

A thrust. One hard fucking thrust and she squeals as her pussy takes me in. I watch myself sink into her, savour the magical moment I make her mine. That magical moment her hymen breaks and she squeals again and shudders and swears under her breath.

“Ow…” she mewls. “Ah… ah… ow… ow, it hurts!”

But it’s done. I’m in, my cock buried deep in that tight little snatch. I ease down onto her, her sweet tits mashed to my chest, and her legs wrap me up, her arms too.

“Good girl,” I whisper. “You’re such a good girl. Daddy’s so proud of you, Laine.”

She nods, and I press my mouth to hers. She kisses me so gently, squeaking as I move, in and out.

“Let it happen,” I tell her. “Take it and it’ll feel good, Daddy promises.”

Long slow thrusts, and I won’t last long. Her pussy sucks me tight, straining to milk me fucking dry.

My breath is hard and fast as I fight the urge to pound her deep.

And then she whimpers, and this time there’s no pain in it. Her hips move under mine, the bed creaking as she grinds back at me.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers. “More, Daddy… please, give me more…”Chapter EighteenLaineDaddy is inside me, and it hurts. It hurt enough to take my breath when he pushed all the way in, but I love it, I love the way it feels.

Daddy’s big cock makes me feel so tender, but I want it. I want all of him.

“More, Daddy…” I whisper. “Please… please, more…”

He likes that. He likes it when I beg. He grunts, and kisses me, and his tongue is fierce and wet. My body has a mind of its own, wriggling under him like I know what I’m doing. My pussy wants to take him, my hips rolling from the bed to meet his thrusts, and it feels good under the pain.

“Yes, Daddy! Like that! Like that!”

He moves faster, harder, and I hold my breath. He’s so deep. I can feel his balls slapping against my ass, and it makes such a dirty noise.

“You’ve got a perfect little cunt, Laine,” he grunts, and it makes me grind back at him.

I can’t think straight, and I guess that must be normal. I’m just a bundle of crazy sensations, just a girl who wants her Daddy’s cock. I want nothing else. Just him.

“Harder, Daddy!”

I must be crazy to say it, and I moan as he slams his dick in and out. I’m making squelchy noises, and I can smell it, sex. Daddy is sweaty and I am too, his hair is clammy as I touch it, his lips salty as they press to mine.