Page 26 of Stalker Daddy

It’s not pleasure that is shooting up my spine anymore.This is a pain that I have never felt in my life.It hurts, and I’m sore, everything is blurry with tears rimming my eyes.

I wipe them away as my legs swing over the bed before I could stop myself, and I’m out the door in seconds.My body knows what it wants, and it wants Daddy, only his big hands have been proven to make this less miserable.

Finding him on the chair, phone in his hand, and calmly reading is not what I was expecting.However, I don’t know what I was expecting either.I shuffle towards him with a runny nose and teary eyes when his eyes dart up from the device.

He’s quiet when I come to stand in front of him.“Daddy…”

I don’t dare to raise my eyes to look at him because I’m embarrassed.I can’t be here, but I need to touch him, or I’m going to go crazy.

“P-please help me, Daddy.”I bite my lip; the pain spreads across my jaw at how hard I’m clenching.

His legs part with a command from his deep voice.“I thought you didn’t want my help.”

A whimper shoots out as I rub my thighs together.The side effects of the melatonin are not just delayed aphrodisiac; it’s also a roller-coaster for my emotions.I’m vulnerable and scared, but I’m more concerned about pleasing him.

While it’s stupid of me to think that he’ll leave me for something this trivial, my feelings are clouding my judgment.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter shamefully.

He sighs and motions me to climb on his lap.I ignore my buried instincts and go for it, his arms welcome me back, and the raw strength behind the bulging muscles lock me on his strong thighs.

“Do you want me to make it better?”he asks.

I nod eagerly.Anything to get rid of this painful throbbing that gushes more slick out of my pussy.

His hand dives between my thighs and rubs gentle circles on my clit behind my panties.I squeak with a trembling quiver as I sink my nails into his shoulders.

“Look at you, darling.This would have been solved if you had listened to Daddy.”

I peer at him through my lashes bashfully.“I’m sorry…”

“It’s alright.I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

Shaking my head at the dejection and the berating tone.“No, it’s my fault, Daddy.You were only looking out for me.I should’ve listened to you.”

He hums.“Daddy only wants what’s best for you.I would never intentionally harm you; you know that?”

Without a shadow of a doubt, I trust him with my life, and if he deems that it is for my safety, then I can never second guess his choices no matter how questionable they are.

“I know, Daddy.I promise it won’t happen again.”I press my face into his neck and kiss the thick skin there.The pulse thumps through the scar and sings to me as I sigh in relief.

My panties are peeled to the side as his thick finger lightly runs up my slit, collecting the embarrassingly messy slick.

I shudder above him as he gently eases two fingers inside of me.It’s an odd feeling of having fingers inside of me, but it feels good the moment I try to relax.I squirm, rocking on his big fingers mindlessly as I tighten my arms.

“Stay still for Daddy, darling,” he murmurs softly in my ears before his lips find my neck.

The big collar of my shirt had slipped off my shoulder and exposed the patch of skin of his teeth to nibble on.He bites and marks the skin with his teeth as he mouths affectionate whispers to me.

My body jerks through the dull thrill as his thumb roughly circles my clit.The strikes of thunderbolts flash across my arched back as I clench his fingers.Through the roaring blood in my ears, I could hear the squelches of my juices gushing out.

It must be humiliating for me to know that Vito had heard the unaltered intensity.

His arm crushes my spine to his body as a rustle can be heard.I pant on his chest, waiting for what he is about to do.I’m not so sheltered to be ignorant of what’s going to happen.I’m just scared that my first time is going to hurt after hearing horror stories of women who were open about their experiences.

Some say it did not live up to expectations, while some say that their partner’s cock was so big that it was painful.The common thread I saw was that size doesn’t matter; it’s the technique implemented.

I hope that they are wrong because when I break away from Vito’s chest and daringly steal a glance, I nearly faint at the size of his cock.

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