to do. I think I’ve come four times a day since I got here.”
He grins. “We’re on track then. I’ve come twice a day since you got here.”
I flush. My eyes go wide. “You get to masturbate and I don’t?”
“Yep.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Life isn’t fair, sweetie. I’m the Daddy. I make the rules. That rule does not change after I’ve had my cock inside you. This pussy is mine. I decide how and when and where still. You don’t get to touch yourself or orgasm without my permission.”
I give him a fake pout, but then I gasp when he nudges my entrance with the tip of his erection.
He drags my palms together and clasps both wrists with one hand. He eases the other down my body, cupping my breast on the way and pinching my nipple hard enough to make me arch.
His hand continues downward until he reaches between our bodies and strokes my clit. For the first time since he started touching me a week ago, he doesn’t take his time. There is an urgency in his touch. He thrusts two fingers into me and then rubs my clit again. He repeats this over and over, his hand moving faster while he watches my face. “Come, sweet girl. Come against my fingers and while your pussy is pulsing, I’ll enter you.”
At his command, my orgasm washes through me. My pussy pulses, gripping at nothing. And then he’s pushing into me. He does so carefully and slowly, but the stretch shocks me and stills my orgasm.
I grit my teeth and try to relax while he fills me more with every pass. It’s too much. It’s not enough. It hurts, but the pain is also kind of welcome.
“Fuck,” he moans as he thrusts all the way in. His forehead comes to mine, and he’s panting with the exertion, but I’m struggling not to cry out from the pain.
If my hands were free, I would push him off me. Instead, I drag in a breath and then another and another, until finally, the pain subsides.
When I open my eyes, he’s watching me. His expression is filled with a combination of love and concern. “Better?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He eases out a few inches and then back in.
Holy shit. My mouth falls open. The discomfort is gone. The pressure has switched to something exquisite. The next time he slides out of me and back in I gasp and start to struggle against his hold.
He grips my hands tighter.
“Please,” I moan. “Oh, God. Do that again.” I’m desperate.
He smiles and obliges me, though I’m not sure how he can be so calm. Again. And again. I can’t breathe. Nothing could have prepared me for this. It’s so much better than the orgasms he’s given me with his fingers or his mouth or even the old ones I gave myself with my vibrator.
He cups my breast again and squeezes it while I writhe under him, unable to stop squirming. It feels so good. I need more. I need him to move faster. “Davis. Please. For the love of God, fuck me.”
He groans at my words and then gives me what I want, thrusting in and out harder and faster, bracing himself so that he doesn’t crush me. My vision clouds as another orgasm threatens to explode and shatter me into a billion small pieces.
And then I’m right there, and I think Davis is too because he’s thrusting deeper and his cock seems to have grown even larger.
“Come, Britney. Now, sweetie.”
I obey, feeling for the first time the amazing sensation of my pussy pulsing around an actual object. Davis’s cock. And he continues pumping, making my orgasm climb higher while he seems to hold his breath.
Finally, he thrusts one last time, holds himself deep inside me, and cries out as his body jerks around mine. It goes on for longer than I would think possible until he drops his head to one side of mine, gasping for breath, his lips on my neck.
I run my hands up and down his back, uncertain when he released them but enjoying the feel of his muscles once again under my palms.
I wince when he eases out of me, and I giggle when he drops onto his side next to me with a groan. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmurs.
“Oh, but what a wonderful death it will be,” I tell him.
His hand comes to my waist and he strokes my skin absently. “I love you, Britney,” he whispers in my