Am I pressuring her? Too much too fast?
I won’t make her say it. That would be cruel. I don’t want her to think she has to call me Daddy or beg me to give her another orgasm. Instead, I rise onto my knees and look down at her.
I reach for her breasts and circle her nipples with my pointers before thumbing them and finally pinching them.
June moans. Her eyes roll back.
After teasing her pretty buds until she’s writhing again, I smooth my hands down to her pussy, part her folds, and rub her clit.
Fuck, she’s sexy. The sexiest woman I’ve ever set eyes on. I love her innocence. It’s baffling that she’s this pure at her age, especially after having been married. She has so little experience with sex. I suspect none of it was positive. That’s about to change.
I ease a finger into her cunt. She’s so tight. Tight like she’s never had sex before. I guess it’s been three years, and apparently, she never put anything inside her in all that time.
I hate that she’s been so deprived of pleasure and didn’t realize she could have done it to herself. That asshole somehow made her feel like she couldn’t reach orgasm.
My goal will be to make up for lost time, giving my girl pleasure so many times a day that she forgets what it was like before.
“Ohhh…” The low tone of her voice makes my cock hard. It was already hard, but now it’s pressing against the denim with enough force that I might come from watching my girl fall apart.
I add a second finger, easing in slowly. I don’t want to hurt her. I’m going to have to stretch her for a few days before she’ll be able to take my cock. I’m betting that on top of every other dick move her ex made, he was pencil-sized.
She tips her head back again and purrs for me, arching her chest. Her hands are at her sides, stiff. I hope her arm doesn’t hurt too badly after this. I’ll give her some meds before she goes to sleep.
When I scissor my fingers, she cries out. Her body stiffens.
And then my girl does something I will never forget. A gift that will remain with me forever. She lowers her body, meets my gaze, and licks her lips. “Please, Daddy…”
My heart seizes.
I press hard against her clit, add a third finger, and thrust deeper. “Come for me, Little one.”
She shatters.
It’s precious and rocks my world. I’m humbled.
She’s mine. My life. My world.
When she comes down from her high, I remove my fingers, suck her juices off each one, and kiss her. Deeply. I can’t stop myself. I need my tongue in her. I need to swallow her moans and devour her. I’ll never get enough.
She’s trembling, though. Her blood has rushed to her pussy, leaving her chilled.
I slide off the bed and gently scoop her into my arms to carry her to the bathroom. I aim straight for the toilet and ease her onto her bottom. I hope she doesn’t balk. There’s no way I’m leaving her alone.
She tips her head back to look up at me and shivers. Seconds pass, and then she pees.
I gather some toilet paper and wipe her without a word. My heart can’t take this. I’ve only had her for one day. It seems like eons, but she’s so ingrained in me, submitting to me as if she was born to.
She was.
I carry her trembling body to the sink, stand her gently on her feet, and wash our combined hands. Well, one of hers in both of mine. After our hands, I brush her teeth. She holds my gaze in the mirror while I do so, while I care for her.
Propping her up, I wet a cloth and slide it between her legs to gently clean her pussy. I want her to be comfortable while she sleeps.
She’s limp as I carry her to bed. Exhausted. She’s had a long day, and I’ve thrown a lot at her. I gently lay her in the middle of the bed and help her take two pills with plenty of water before I turn out the lights, shrug out of my jeans, and climb in, only wearing my boxers.
I tentatively arrange her so I can spoon her and kiss her neck. “Are you comfortable, Little one?”
“Mmmhmm.”
