Page 17 of Discovering Daisy

He kissed her neck again. Then her cheek.

The kisses became more urgent, hungrier. His tongue darted into her mouth. She sucked it eagerly, her head swimming.

Wyatt knew the sensation was overwhelming her. That was okay. He wanted her to feel good. To feel better than she ever had. He wanted her to drown in pleasure.

So, he kept going, finger fucking her and kissing her, making her whimper and squirm.

Suddenly, her head lolled back. Her breathing grew ragged. She came with a loud, shrill squeal. He held her, enjoying the way her body bucked as he helped her ride the wave of her orgasm. When it subsided, he removed his finger, causing her to cry out once again.

His finger glistened with her juices. He brought it to his mouth and sucked it clean.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, love?"

"Take me. Please."

He didn't have to be told twice.

He led her to the bed, laying her down. He made quick work of her diaper and bra and then climbed atop her, pinning her down.

Her legs wrapped around him. Her feet were digging firmly into his back, trying to urge him forward.

"Someone's impatient," he teased.

"Daddy," she whined.

He chuckled before kissing her once again. As fun as it would be to torment her some more, he couldn't do that to the poor girl. She needed him so badly. The scent of her essence filled the room as it gushed between her legs. She was primed and ready.

So, he gave her what she craved.

His cock found her wet slit. He pressed against her. She was tight, but his girth stretched her wide.

She hissed. "Daddy!"

"Shhh. Just breathe. Breathe, baby. Breathe. I'll try not to hurt you."

She inhaled deeply, then let it out.

Her pussy relaxed a little and she took his length inside her.

"Oh, yes," she panted.

He kept his word, going slow as to not overwhelm her. There was a little pain—it couldn't be avoided with a rod that size—but it soon wore off, leaving her with an overwhelming sensation of white-hot pleasure.

He started rocking his hips. Slowly at first. Just getting her used to having him inside. In and out. In and out.

She gasped.

He kept going.

Faster.

Harder.

Until she was thrashing wildly, the bed creaking and bouncing as they moved.

He was grunting as he increased the speed. He had his hands on her wrists, pinning her down. He drove her hard into the mattress.

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