I stretch her tight channel for another minute and then play with her clit until she’s writhing.
“Stop teasing,” she shouts.
Propping on my elbows on both sides of her head, I stare down at her. We will never have this experience a second time. I want to remember every second. I want to watch her face and absorb every detail from the wince of pain to the wash of pleasure sure to follow.
I don’t have to reach down to line my cock up with her entrance. It finds the spot just fine on its own.
She pushes her legs open wider, welcoming me into her body. Her hands go to my hips, her nails digging in.
When I ease into her, it feels like my cock is going to be strangled. And then my naughty girl bucks her hips up, forcing me deeper. Her fingers are going to leave bruises on my hips. I don’t give a fuck.
“More,” she pleads.
I thrust in to the hilt.
She gasps, wincing at the intense pressure. I know it has to hurt. I’ve never felt a grip this tight around my cock. Ignoring the need to come, I watch her face. I lower my lips to kiss her, all over her face. “You’re so beautiful, Josie. There are no words. Try to relax. The pain will go away in a minute.”
She’s panting, but she nods her head, trusting me. Finally, she meets my gaze. “It’s better now. Do it again.”
I ease almost out and back into her.
Her eyes go wide and a smile spreads. “Ohhhh.”
My God. There are no words. Her shock and pleasure is my undoing.
“Chase…” she begs.
I give her what she wants. What we both want. Thrusting in and out as gently as I can manage, she catches the rhythm and moves with me. She’s so fucking sexual. I was already in love with her, but that love has deepened. I hope she doesn’t balk when I tell her she’s never sleeping alone again.
I try so hard to focus on her and make sure she has the best experience ever to keep my own orgasm at bay. When I slide a hand between us, find her clit, and press against it, she detonates. It’s so raw and so damn perfect. I finally let myself go and come with my cock as deep as I can reach.
Chapter Eleven
Josie
I haven’t stopped smiling since my Daddy made love to me. I’m floating through the entire bath and as he dries me off with the new special towels he purchased. When he pats my sore bottom to encourage me to head toward the bed, I giggle and skip that direction.
I wait for him to turn out all the lights. Any modesty I had before tonight has mostly fled. I stand naked next to Daddy’s bed and wait for him. He returns with my doll Emma in his hands, lifts me onto the mattress, and climbs in next to me.
It’s weird having him with me, but I like it. He pulls the covers over us, hauls my back against his chest, and holds me. His lips come to my ear. “Are you comfortable, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I hug Emma against my naked chest. I’ve slept naked for years, but not with a man. A naked man. My naked man.
“You’ll let me know if you don’t like me touching you.”
I wiggle into him closer, aware of his erection against my butt. “I like it when you touch me. I want you to hold me.”
“I want to hold you too, Baby girl, but if you change your mind, you need to tell Daddy.”
“Okay.” His attentiveness and thoughtfulness are off the charts, and I fall asleep with a smile on my face and warmth in my heart.
It seems like only moments pass before I open my eyes to find the sun up. My Daddy is still holding me close. His lips are on my neck, tickling me as he nibbles around my ear.
I smile, and I don’t stop smiling as he dresses me, feeds me breakfast, and takes me to play in my new nursery. I spend all morning exploring my new toys, coloring, and playing with my dolls.
Daddy is preoccupied. He regularly checks on me, but he’s on his phone a lot and runs his hand through his hair often. Finally, he comes into my nursery, sits on the rocking chair, and reaches for me. “Come here, princess.”
I leave my dolls on the floor and head toward him, so excited when he lifts me off the floor and settles me on his lap sideways. He rubs my back and meets my gaze. His brow is furrowed.
