“Well…” He keeps his lips poised on mine, his breath beginning to saw in and out. And I realize he’s trying to distract me while he guides himself to my entrance. I keep inquisitive eyes trained on my Daddy while he parts my flesh with the big, smooth head of his erection, trying not to let my utter excitement show. Not yet. “We can take baths together…”

“With bubbles?” I whisper, smiling.

He groans, dragging his shaft up and down through my soaked folds. “As many bubbles as you want, sweetheart,” he pants. “When we’re alone in this room, we can practice kissing. Wrestle. You can sit on my lap without panties and let me feed you an ice-cream sundae.” As he says the last part, his erection tucks inside of me and I suck in a breath, shaking my head no. “We can have fun together. But you have to learn to enjoy this first.” He pushes my thighs open and sinks in another inch, eliciting a nervous whimper from my mouth. “You will learn to enjoy my cock. It’s the only one you’ll ever have. One day soon, you’re going to suck it with your pretty young mouth. You’re going to let Daddy do whatever he wants when we’re alone.” Teeth bared, he begins to roll his hips, his breath hitching, sweat gathering at his hairline. “But our games are a secret, do you understand me, Margot?”

“It hurts.” My voice is raw. Honest. Because I’m telling the truth. He’s so huge compared to me. So stiff he could be made of iron. “That’s m-more than the tip.”

“Forgive a lonely man,” he groans against my mouth, pushing all of the way inside my body in one mighty pump, through the barrier of my virginity and beyond, his jaw going slack on a long, rumbling moan. Even as he’s enjoying the feel of me with his eyes closed, he’s holding me down, because I’m shifting, bucking my hips, crying out, anything I can do to alleviate the strange discomfort. “Son of a bitch, that’s one tight fucking cunt.” The words come out of him in a strained rush, then all at once, he seems to realize I’m in pain and he hushes me, kissing my mouth softly, but still holding me down, keeping me pinned. Letting me know without words that there is no escape. “The pain isn’t forever, sweetheart. You’re already getting used to it.”

“No, I’m not!” I exclaim.

But then I really take a second to examine myself and begin to realize the sharpest edges of the agony have turned smooth. My Daddy’s big male part is throbbing and throbbing inside of me. There’s something so exciting about it. About the fact that I’m needed by him to such a degree. And I don’t want him to be lonely, do I? Wouldn’t that make me bad or ungrateful for everything he does for me?

Very slowly, I let my thighs open wider, the pain ebbing more and more. “Don’t be lonely anymore, Daddy. I’m right here.”

A shudder ripples through him. “Good girl.” His long, thick flesh leaves me halfway, then slowly pushes back in, creating a hot, foreign sensation in my tummy. “Sweet little girl,” he groans, leaving and filling me faster and faster until his eyes begin to lose focus, his hips moving in jagged thrusts. “So creamy and tight for me. Christ. You were built for rough, secret rides in the dark, weren’t you? That’s why you make my dick so hard. I can’t help it. Can’t help this.”

I’m beginning to think he’s right.

I was built for this.

There is wonderful turmoil in my belly that turns and twists, growing tighter. And my thighs wrap around his hips on instinct—and that lift of my lower body, the way I angle myself determines where he strokes me. As soon as I learn this, I tilt my pelvis and a scream lodges in my throat over the way his huge shaft rides over my clit, stroking it into a swollen state. Making my head writhe side to side on the pillow, my body barely able to comprehend the splendor of what’s happening. The same orgasm that has been threatening to surface for the last two days, maybe even the last two years, turns visible. Just within reach.

“Everett,” I gasp, holding on to his shoulders for dear life, because he’s slapping into me now, his nostrils flared, eyes almost black. “Daddy.”

“Margot,” he says, pushing his face into my neck and razing me with his teeth. “My life. My everything. I can’t hold all of myself back. I thought I could. I thought…”

“Don’t hold back,” I hiccup, because pleasure is beginning to invade my limbs, my belly. It sinks lower and lower, quickening my muscles and my eyes fly open. Oh. Oh God. This is it. This is why I wouldn’t let Everett give me a climax with the vibrator. This is why I wouldn’t let my body have a release with the rolled-up towel. It needed this. It needed him and him only. “Oh my God,” I manage, teeth chattering, my toes digging into Everett’s flexed calf muscles. The storm breaks inside of me and I scream until I’m hoarse, Everett giving me quick, quick, quick pumps of his shaft, his thumb polishing my clit, his breathing ragged, the bed ramming up against the wall with each of his drives. Relief flushes through my body, taking every ounce of tension along with it. Tension coiled so tight for so long, I’d grown used to it.

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