Chapter 37 YES, DADDY!
\~~~SERENA.
He leaned in, his lips brushing mine in a tender kiss that deepened gradually with his tongue teasing the seam of my mouth until I parted for him.
One of his hands trailed down my body, igniting sparks along my skin, before slipping between my thighs. His fingers found my swollen clit, and then he circled it with deliberate slowness, coaxing fresh slickness from my core to ensure I stayed slick and eager. Then, with care, he eased one finger inside me, my inner walls clenching instinctively around the intrusion.
“So damn wet for me already,” he breathed against my mouth, the praise sending a rush of warmth through my chest, like I had achieved something profound just by wanting him this much.
He introduced a second finger, stretching me inch by inch, the sensation a mix of fullness and faint resistance. Curling them upward, he grazed that sensitive ridge deep within, drawing a sharp gasp from my lips.
My hips bucked involuntarily as he began to pump them in and out, his thumb maintaining steady pressure on my clit, circling in time with his thrusts. The preparation built an insistent throb low in my belly, every motion heightening the need.
He spread his fingers slightly, scissoring to open me further, his voice a low rumble. “Easy now, moonlight. Breathe through it. You are doing beautifully, and you will take me just fine.”
I nodded, a soft moan escaping as the pleasure overrode any lingering tension. Satisfied, he withdrew his fingers, the sudden emptiness making me whine. Positioning himself, he aligned the blunt head of his cock at my entrance, the heat of him pressing insistently against my folds. Then, with exquisite control, he pushed forward, sinking in gradually, one thick inch at a time.
The initial breach stung, a sharp burn as my body yielded to his size, and a quiet yelp slipped out. He filled me so completely, unlike anything I’d ever felt, stretching me to my limits. Damien stilled immediately, his forearms braced on either side of me to keep his weight off, his eyes searching mine with concern. “Breathe, Ena. Let yourself adjust to me.”
I inhaled shakily, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my pussy fluttering around his unyielding size.
The discomfort subsided away, replaced by a profound ache that bordered on bliss, every nerve awakening as he seated himself fully. “You okay, baby?” he murmured, his gaze intense, holding mine captive.
“Y... yeah,” I managed, my voice husky, nodding as the rightness of it all settled in like a missing piece clicking into place.
He started moving, slow thrusts, and pulling out halfway then sliding back in. Each one dragged along my walls, hitting deep.
I realized the pleasure then.
The real, building heat that made me gasp and it made my body loosened, and my legs wrapped around his waist. I moved with him, my hips lifting to meet each push. “Oh... yes…”
It was rhythm now, and our bodies were syncing with sweat slicking to our skin.
“You like this?' he growled, thrusting a bit harder, his hand on my hip.
“Yes, fuck, yes, Da...!” I choked on the words, pleasure choking me too.
“What do you call me?” He slammed in hard, and I swear, I was seeing the stars.
“D... Daddy!” I cried, ecstasy ripping through. The word felt dirty, right.
“And do you like this, baby?' He kept the pace, his cock pounding steady, and balls slapping my ass.
“Fuck, yes! I do! Harder, Daddy, please!” Dirty words spilled from me, free and wild.
He groaned, leaning down to suck my neck, thrusts turning rougher but still controlled and gentle in the way he watched my face, and slowed if I winced. But mostly rough, hips snapping, and his dick hitting my cervix with sparks of pain-pleasure.
“Your pussy is so tight, and gripping my cock like a vice. Made for me, huh? Taking Daddy's big dick so well.” His words made me clench harder, and my moans turned to screams. “That is it, scream for me. Let me hear how much you want it.”
And, oh, I did with my nails digging his back. “Fuck me, Damien! Deeper... oh shit, your cock feels so good!”
He flipped my legs over his shoulders, angling deeper, pounding relentlessly. Sweat dripped from him to me with our bodies slapping loud. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, building fast. “I am close... Daddy, please don't stop!”
“Cum for me, baby. Milk my cock.”
One hand reached down, rubbing my clit hard. That did it, and I shattered, my pussy spasming around him, with waves crashing as I screamed his name. “Damien! Fuck, yes!” Juices gushed, soaking us both.
He thrust through it, grunting, and then buried deep with a roar. “Fuck, baby!” Hot cum flooded me, pulse after pulse, filling me full. His body shook, then he collapsed beside me on the bed, his arm pulling me close.
We lay there, breathing heavy, and hearts racing. The room smelled of sex, and our skin was sticky. For the first time, I felt... satisfied.
But the conflict lingered. What now?
Just this once, right? But as his hand stroked my stomach gently, I wondered if I could really stop.