Don't Call Me Daddy

“I’m ready.” I take a deep breath, and Lawson pushes his dick into me.

“Fuck, you weren’t lying.” He exhales sharply. “So damn tight.”

“You couldn’t tell?” I gasp.

“Seeing it and feeling it are two different things.” He pushes a little harder.

Lawson gets the head of his cock into my pussy, and I grimace. I’m wet and incredibly turned on, but it hurts when he tries to go deeper. He notices my discomfort and waits until my body reacts before he tries it again. The second attempt doesn’t hurt as much, and I moan when I feel him inside me. A couple gentle thrusts push past my hymen, which causes a sharp sting for a moment as it is torn to accommodate him.

“Are you okay?” He brushes my hair out of my face.

“Yes.” I nod. “Keep going.”

The man who gave me every bit of harshness I begged for turns into a gentle giant as he tries to avoid hurting me. Every inch that slides into my pussy requires some adjustment. I do my best to mask the pain. I want him. I want to give him every bit of pleasure that he gave me. I want to feel the passion that he needs.

“You feel so fucking good.” The hunger in his eyes gets more intense and he gives me a couple of harder thrusts which don’t hurt nearly as bad as the previous ones.

“So do you…” I bite down on my bottom lip and smile.

“Don’t lie about it.” He leans forward. “It’s going to feel good soon. Just trust me.”

“I do.” I purr my response into his ear.

Lawson pulls his cock back to the entrance of my pussy and gives me a few more good thrusts that allow him to go deeper. I feel a twinge of pleasure from them, but it evaporates once he slides past the point where he previous stopped. There isn’t much more to go. My body needs to adjust to what it was designed to enjoy.

I feel him pull back again. The next thrust feels better, as does the one that follows it. I gasp and moan with excitement. He repeats that motion several times which sends true pleasure coursing through my veins. I dig my nails into his shoulders and move my hips in unison with him. The pleasure is getting more intense.

“I’m ready to feel all of you.” I sigh, and my back arches.

Lawson drives his cock deep into me—as deep it will go. There is a sharp pain at first, but it doesn’t last long. He lets it stay there until I adjust, and then he begins to thrust the entirety of his length into my pussy. It’s getting better by the second.

“Oh god,” I moan. “You were right. It feels amazing.”

“Yes, it sure as fuck does.” He lets out a gasp.

His thrusts start to get faster. Every time he goes deep, I feel a rush of pleasure. My g-spot roars to life as I fully adjust to his cock. Bliss replaces every bit of the pain until it’s nothing more than a mild discomfort overwhelmed by euphoria. This is the best feeling in the world.

“Don’t stop.” My breathing gets heavier. “Please don’t stop!”

“You’re going to have to beg me to stop,” he growls his response. “Trust me, you will.”

I can’t even imagine that scenario right now. The pressure inside me starts to build faster and with more intensity than I’ve ever felt before. An orgasm is coming, and if this is any indication, it’s going to be the most powerful one I’ve ever had. I don’t have any way to stop it, nor do I want to.

“I’m gonna come!” My muscles tighten up, and I barely get the words out before I feel them release.

“Come for me, baby.” He narrows his eyes. “Then you’re going to come for me again.”

He hammers his dick into me, every single thrust slamming into my g-spot. My pussy spasms on his length, and I feel him throbbing in response. The bliss hit me so hard that my head feels like it’s spinning in circles, and I see stars on the edge of my vision. It doesn’t take me long to peak, and it’s even better than the peak I had earlier when he teased my clit with his tongue.

After the pleasure tears through my body a few times, it feels like I’m in the stars instead of just seeing them. The peak doesn’t even get a chance to end before the pressure starts to build up again. My body is obeying his command, whether I’m ready for another orgasm or not.

“I’m gonna come again!” I start to quiver.

“Damn right you are,” he growls into my ear. “As many times as I want you to.”

The second orgasm melds into the first like I’m experiencing splendor stacked on top of brilliance. Lawson is like a machine, slamming his cock into my pussy, pulsating against my g-spot—anything to give me pleasure while chasing his own in the process. I’m on the edge of my third one before I realize it’s coming, and that one barely registers before he demands another.

“I love to feel you come,” he growls into my ear. “It’s the best feeling in the world.”