He starts to move faster. I can’t help but roll my hips against him as pleasure starts to build. I’m shocked that it feels this good. I thought it was just going to hurt the whole time, but that’s not true.
“There you go,” he says, smirking at me. “You’re starting to like this, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit. “God, I didn’t think you’d fit.”
“I fit,” he says. “You can take more than you realize, Sadie girl.” He presses himself deep inside of me and puts two fingers in my mouth. I suck on them, holding his hand, as he starts to fuck me a bit faster. The pleasure rolls through me, surprising me, but I’m past the point of trying to hold back. Moans escape my lips, past his fingers, coming out muffled as he keeps working into me, fucking me slow and deep.
“A little bit harder now,” he says. “Tell me what you like.”
“That,” I gasp, as he presses deep inside of me. “Oh just like that.”
He rocks his hips, filling my pussy up. I’m so past caring about pain or anything but this incredible pleasure rolling through my skin.
I moan as he takes my hair in his fist, pulling it back, turning my head to one side. He rocks back onto his knees, my hair in his hand, his cock between my legs. He works my clit with his other thumb, fucking me slow and deep, pulling my hair, driving a little pain through me.
But his thumb on my clit drives me crazy. It feels so damn good. I start to writhe and roll my hips, working against him, wanting it badly. He smirks at me as moans escape my lips, faster and faster.
He releases my hair and starts to fuck me harder. The pain is still there, but the pleasure is just too much. It’s almost overwhelming. He works my clit, fucking my pussy, his hard body so gorgeous as he does his magic to me.
I never expected my first time would be like this, but it’s happening, and it feels so damn good. I understand why people love sex so much. This man makes me feel good.
“Fuck, Sadie,” he says. “You like this, don’t you? You’re a dirty little slut for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan. “I’m whatever you want me to be.”
“That’s right.” He leans toward me, pulling my hair again. “You’ll do anything for your Daddy. You want to make me happy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, losing my mind from pleasure. “I’ll do anything for you, Daddy.”
“That’s my good Sadie girl,” he says, driving his cock into me.
I didn’t even realize it, but he’s fucking me harder, deeper, his thumb still working my clit. I’m writhing my hips and rolling them against him, trying to get every inch of him, trying to feel every single sensation.
“I can see it in your face,” he whispers. “You’re close but you don’t even know it. Don’t hold yourself back, Sadie. Just relax. Let it come to you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, doing as he says. I close my eyes and relax, getting into the rhythm, losing myself in the moment. His cock is so big and fills me up so easily, and his body is strong against mine.
I love everything about this moment. I love the smell, the feeling, the taste of him. Pleasure builds inside of me, peaking and rolling and growing, and before I’m even aware of it, I’m about to come.
Moans escape my lips, louder and louder. I roll my hips faster against him as he fucks me deep, talking to me, encouraging me, pushing me. I grip the sheets tight and suddenly the orgasm rolls through me.
I come hard, harder than I’ve ever been able to make myself come. I come on his thick cock and I can’t believe it, I can hardly believe that I’m having an orgasm. I wasn’t supposed to come this first time, it was supposed to be painful and difficult, but that’s not at all what it is.
Daddy knows what he’s doing. I’m giving myself to him and he’s giving back by making me feel better than I’ve ever felt before. I come so hard I lose myself completely, and practically black out from the pleasure.
“Fuck, girl,” he groans loudly. “God damn, you’re so fucking sexy when you come.” He’s fucking me faster, deeper, and suddenly he pulls himself out.
Thick ropes of cum cover my stomach and breasts as he orgasms all over me. I gasp, surprised and delighted by how thick and far he shoots. He practically covers me, groaning and stroking himself.
Slowly he finishes, and we come down together. He grins at me and kisses me before quickly getting a towel. He helps me clean off, tenderly kissing me, and when I’m cleaned up, he spoons me on the covers.
We lie like that, breathing deeply, sweating slightly. I feel so good and all my problems are completely gone as he holds me.