Page 21 of Protect Me Daddy

He kissed me again, and I could taste my own need on his lips. My hands traveled down his abs, marveling at the ripples and hard planes that greeted my touch. Dwight was a walking, breathing work of art, and he was mine—well, mine for now, at least.

He gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head and his voice dropped an octave. "Now, take those pesky clothe off," he commanded.

Tingles raced up my spine at his authoritative tone, and I nodded.

I couldn't help trembling as I slowly peeled off my clothes, feeling both nervous and thrilled under Dwight's intense gaze. His eyes roamed over my body, darkening with desire.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. "I'm going to give you the most incredible pleasure, little one."

My breath caught as he gently laid me down, his large hands warm against my skin. He traced feather-light patterns across my body, leaving tingles in their wake. When his fingers circled teasingly close to where I ached for him, I couldn't hold back a whimper.

"Please, Daddy," I breathed, arching into his touch.

He chuckled softly. "Patience, princess. I want to savor every inch of you."

I gasped as his mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue swirling patterns that made me see stars. The first brush against my most sensitive spot had me crying out, fingers clutching desperately at the sheets.

"That's it, babygirl," Dwight murmured against my heated flesh. "Let go for me."

As he increased the intensity, pleasure built to almost unbearable heights. I was lost in sensation, aware of nothing but Dwight and the incredible things he was doing to my body. When release finally crashed over me, it was more intense than anything I'd ever experienced before.

Exhausted but still throbbing with desire, I opened my eyes to find Dwight kneeling between my legs, his engorged cockpointing directly at me. "Your turn, Daddy," I panted, lifting my hips in invitation.

He tore open a condom with his teeth, sheathing himself before settling between my thighs. "You sure you're ready for this, Tilly?" he asked, his voice thick with restraint.

"I'm more than ready," I moaned. "Claim me, Daddy."

With one swift thrust, he was inside me, filling me to the hilt. I gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so full. It felt so right, so natural.

He began moving slowly, his movements fluid and controlled. Every time he pushed into me, it was like a jolt of pleasure shot through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him on.

"Fuck," he groaned, picking up the pace and driving himself deeper into me. I cried out at the intensity of it all, my hands clutching at his shoulders as if to anchor myself to reality.

Dwight's eyes were locked onto mine as he continued to pound into me, each thrust bringing us both closer to the edge. "You're incredible," he panted, sweat glistening on his brow.

"You're amazing," I managed to gasp out in return, lost in a whirlwind of sensation.

"God, you feel so good," Dwight growled, beginning to move in and out of me. "You were made for this, weren't you, my little pussy slut?"

His words sent flames of arousal through me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I met each of his thrusts, our bodies joined in a primal dance.

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned. "Fuck your little slut. Make me yours."

Dwight groaned in response , his thrusts becoming even harder, deeper. I could feel my climax building again, coiling low in my belly. "That's it, baby," he growled. "Come for Daddy."

The world exploded into a kaleidoscope of colors as I shattered around him, my orgasm tearing through me like a wildfire. Dwight stiffened, his entire body tensing before he growled out my name and followed me over the edge, his warmth shooting deep inside me.

Panting for breath, we remained joined together, our hearts pounding in unison. It was in that moment that I knew, deep down to my core, that this was where I was supposed to be. With Dwight, submitting to his every desire. I was his, and he was mine.

Dwight slowly pulled out of me, collapsing next to me on the bed. He pulled me into his arms, and I snuggled into his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

"That was…" I trailed off, unable to find words that could accurately describe what we had just experienced.

"Intense," Dwight finished for me with a chuckle. He rolled off of me and pulled me close against his chest. "I hope you know how much I want you."

"I think I have a pretty good idea now," I replied with a teasing smile.

He chuckled, his chest vibrating against my cheek. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, little one. Now that we've crossed that bridge, we need to discuss how we're going to blend our DD/lg dynamic with our romantic relationship."

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