“Very good. But we must be careful not to hurt you.”
Salt sat up and positioned himself against the headboard of the bed with a pillow behind his back. Then he beckoned to me.
“Come here, mishka,” he growled softly. “Come here and ride your Papa’s cock.”
“Yes, Papa.” I went to him willingly and straddled his lap so that my open pussy was hovering over the long, thick shaft rising from between his thighs. The broad crown was exposed, a single droplet of clear precum welling from its tip. I took his thickness in my hand, loving the silky, hot feel of his skin, intending to rub him against my open pussy.
“Wait…” Salt put a hand on my arm, keeping me still for a moment.
“What?” I looked up at him uncertainly. Did he not want me to take the lead? I wanted him in me so badly I felt like I would die. Not in the way that the Please had made me feel—like a black hole had opened inside me that had to be filled. No, this was a deep, pleasurable ache—the need to have the man I cared for deep inside me, claiming me in the most intimate way possible.
“I want you to understand something, Andi,” Salt said, unexpectedly breaking character.
“Yes?” I looked up at him, sensing that he had something important to say.
“If we do this,” he murmured, holding my eyes with his own. “It is not just a one-time thing—this is not casual. If we do this, it is forever. Do you understand?”
“I do,” I whispered, my heart swelling within me. “I…I understand, Salt.”
“I do not know if you do.” He cupped my cheek and looked at me intently. “My darling, I have wanted you and waited for you for so long. If I claim you in this way, I do not intend to ever let you go. Is for always if we do this. Da?”
“Yes,” I said softly. “Yes, Salt, I understand. And…that’s how I want it too.”
“Good.” He pulled me close for a moment and captured my mouth in a long, sweet kiss. I could taste my own secret flavor on his lips and it made me moan as he kissed me.
“Salt,” I whispered as the kiss finally broke.
“Papa,” he corrected me, his eyes flashing. “Tell me, mishka, should we try and see if you can fit your Papa’s cock into your tight little pussy?”
My whole body seemed to flare with heat.
“Y-yes,” I stuttered, turned on all over again. “Yes, Papa, please.”
“Good girl,” Salt murmured approvingly. “Then just lower yourself down and guide the head into your tight little slit. Just the head now—be careful and do not hurt yourself. Your pussy will be stretched tight around your Papa’s cock soon enough, Babygirl. There is no need to rush it.”
“No,” I said breathlessly. “No, I won’t, I promise, Papa.”
“That’s my good girl,” he said, placing his big hands lightly on my hips to help guide me down. “My good girl who wants to feel Papa’s cock so deep in her pussy.”
I moaned softly as I felt the broad head of his shaft breach my entrance. It was a tight fit but Salt had done a very thorough job of getting me ready to take him. I felt the head and the first thick inch slide slowly into me with only a little effort. I would have taken more but Salt stopped me.
“Gently, mishka,” he murmured, his big hands on my hips holding me in place. “Tell me how it feels to have just the head of my cock inside your pussy.”
“It feels good,” I told him, biting my lips. “You’re really big, Papa so it’s a tight fit but…I like it. I want more.”
“All right, but go slowly,” Salt said sternly. “Don’t hurt yourself, mishka. Come down carefully and let a few more inches slide into your tight little Babygirl cunt.”
Moaning again, I did as he said. I could feel his thickness stretching my inner walls but I loved the sensation—welcomed the feeling of my partner—my Papa—sliding so deeply into me.
Salt stopped me again when he was halfway inside.
“How does it feel?” he asked, searching my face. “You are very tight around me. Am I hurting you, mishka?”
“No, Papa.” I wiggled a little, twitching my hips to get him a little deeper into me. “No, I like it—I want more.”