can to make sure of that. But I won’t startle her. I need to keep her with me.
“That’s right, baby.” I reach for my pants and unfasten them. My thick cock bobs, my balls ache. I’m so eager to fuck her I can hardly keep myself contained. I swallow hard. I remove the rest of my clothes and fold them neatly beside us.
I glide the head of my cock to her entrance and stroke myself through her wet folds. She moans but trembles. Excited, but nervous.
I reach for her hand. “You’ve got this. Trust me, baby. I’ll make it good.”
I stroke my fingers through her folds and tease her clit. She moans with pleasure and moves with my hand, her hips rocking for friction. I shake my head. “Not yet, baby.”
I position myself above her, gently lowering my weight to hers. I unfasten the belt that ties her to the post, freeing her, and her hands go around my neck, anchoring herself to me. I hold her, my arms encircling her, just as I guide my cock to her tight, hot pussy.
She gasps when I enter her, her body tightens beneath me.
“Easy, baby. Relax,” I whisper in her ear. “Daddy’s got you.”
She closes her eyes and relaxes her body with a little grin. “All those yoga classes helped…”
I smile. “They did, baby.” My cock pulses in her, and I’m dying to thrust harder. Deeper. I need to ease her into this, though.
I move my hips, building a rhythm until she moans with pleasure.
“Yes,” she whispers. “God, yes.”
I rock in and out, as gently as I can. The walls of her pussy clench, and she’s panting.
“You okay, baby?”
“Oh, God,” she whispers. “I’ve never been better. Please, daddy. Don’t stop.”
Chapter Ten
Miranda
I get wetter and warmer and more wanting with every thrust he offers me. I don’t know if it’s my age or all the working out, but there’s no pain, no tearing, nothing like what I’d imagined. Just the feel of him inside me, stretching me, filling me.
He moves slowly, careful to not cause me pain. He’s holding back and I need more. Behind his calculated movements, I sense this man has power, a wildness that will take me to new heights if he would only just unleash it. He’s a tiger in a cage, wanting to let loose but fearing he’ll hurt me in his attack.
I want the tiger.
I hold his gaze, sending him assurance I’m fine. I’m more than fine. But I need more. “I’m ready. I want you.”
Harder, faster, deeper, daddy.
A wicked grin envelopes his face. “I think you are.”
Holding my gaze, he rocks his hips, slowly pressing further into me. A moan falls from my lips, my head lulling back as he fills me. I raise my legs higher to let him deeper inside of me. It feels so fucking good.
So this is what all the fuss is about. This incredible connection, this enchanting pleasure, this is what makes the world go round. I’ve been missing out.
He leans down, kissing my lips, my cheek, making his way to the curve of my earlobe. He takes it in his teeth, nipping. “Are you ready for all of me, baby?”
“Yes, daddy.”
And he enters me fully. There’s pain, but the pain melts away to sweet pleasure, giving me everything I’ve been missing all these years, not even knowing how badly I needed this in my life. My fingernails dig into his flesh, my eyes opening wide. A cry catches in my throat and my legs tighten around his torso like a vise.
We rock our bodies together as one. A slow, building burn in my core ignites, my pussy clenching down on his cock, tighter and tighter until—Oh, daddy!
My body curves around him. My hands hold onto him. I come with a hard, shuddering burst of energy. He gives a few more thrusts before giving a low moan. “Babygirl. What you do to me.”
“What you did.” I smile in the wake of the aftermath of my orgasm, my shaking limbs collapsing into the bed. His kisses my forehead, curling around my back and we lay there. Like two spoons.
To be so close to someone afterward, to feel their warm skin against your own. This is almost as good as the sex. My eyes feel heavy and I close them, drifting off, the smile still on my face.
I wake the next day to the sun rising outside our window and his hands on my body. Stroking my curves, trailing a line of kisses