Page 33 of Tick Tock, Boom!

“You’re so fucking sweet, baby,” he murmured, leaning down, dragging his tongue along my collarbone, kissing up the side of my neck as his fingers kept moving, slipping lower, teasing, coaxing me open. “So fucking perfect.”

My body arched under him, my legs spreading wider, desperate for him, and I hated how needy I sounded when I moaned, but I couldn’t help it. Not when he touched me like that, rough fingers dipping, sliding through my slick heat, circling me until my hips started rocking into his hand. I’d never been touched this way and it felt too good to be true.

“Are you real,” I whispered, not expecting a reply. Instead he chuckled.

“As real a man as you’re ever gonna get, baby.”

And then his hand was gone, and I whimpered, my eyes snapping open, only to find him watching me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

His cock was thick, heavy, flushed dark and leaking at the tip, so big my stomach clenched tight with nerves, my breath catching hard in my throat.

“Relax, kitten,” he murmured as he moved over me, one hand sliding beneath the curve of my ass, lifting me just enough to angle my hips. “I’ll go slow.”

I nodded again, my fingers gripping the sheets so tight my knuckles turned white. And then I felt it. The heat of him pressed against me, slow and steady as he pushed inside me. My body stretched, tightening around the head of his cock, burning just a little as he pushed deeper. He was careful, pausing when he felt resistance.

His eyes softened, one hand stroking my cheek as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to my lips. "Breathe, baby… just breathe."

I cried out against his mouth as he pushed forward, breaking me open with one slow, steady thrust. The sharp sting made my eyes blur, but his kiss swallowed the sound of my cry, his tongue gentle against mine as he held still, letting me feel every inch of him as my body adjusted.

“Good girl,” he whispered against my lips. “You’re doing so good, baby. Taking me so fucking perfect.”

I clung to him, fingernails digging into his shoulders, my thighs trembling as the ache slowly turned to something else, something hotter. That need I’d felt before began to build again beneath the burn.

He moved, just a little, sliding his hard cock back before pushing in again. He was slow at first, making sure I could feel every thick inch of him. He watched my expressions as if he were memorizing every gasp, every tremor. His hips rocked into me, grinding against my clit as he began to move, each thrust a little deeper, a little harder, the pain melting into pleasure until I couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

"Feel me, baby?" he growled, his lips brushing over my ear. "Feel how good you fit around me?"

I moaned, breathless, my hips lifting into him, chasing every movement, my body greedy for more.

He reached between us, circling my clit with rough fingers, teasing and torturing me, pushing me higher until my whole body was shaking beneath him.

“That’s it, kitten… come for me. Come on Daddy’s cock.”

His words sent me spiraling. The orgasm hit fast and hard, my walls clenching down and pulsing on his dick, my thighs quivering as I cried out his name, hands gripping him tighter, riding the wave as he kept thrusting through it, refusing to let me come down easily.

Before I could catch my breath, he lifted me up, hauling me into his lap like I weighed nothing, his cock still buried deep inside me.

"Ride me, baby," he ordered, his grip hard on my hips. "Show Daddy how bad you want it."

I obeyed, sliding up and down on him, gasping as the thickness of him rubbed all the right places, his cock stretching me so wide I could barely breathe, the slick sounds of our bodies colliding, filled the room.

He groaned, head tilting back, eyes on me as I moved, my breasts bouncing, my skin flushed, every inch of me aching for him.

"Look at you, baby… riding me so good, so fucking beautiful," he growled, pulling me down harder onto him, grinding my clit against the base of his cock. "You gonna come for me again, kitten? Gonna milk my cock like the greedy little thing you are?"

"Yes… Daddy, please…"

My voice broke while my body trembled as the pressure built again so fast I couldn’t stop it. My second orgasm tore through me, harder than the first, my body clenching down on him so tight I felt him growl against my neck, his own release crashing into him as he spilled inside me, groaning my name as his cream hit my depths.

He held me there, tight against his chest, his lips pressing soft kisses to my shoulder, my neck, my jaw. I clung to him for a minute, maybe two. I wasn’t aware of time anymore. Then Slowly, he laid me back onto the mattress, his cock slowly sliding out of me. I whimpered at the loss.

“Stay put,” he said, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I’ll be right back.”

I watched him disappear into the bathroom, heard the sound of water running, my body still shaking from everything we’d just done. When he returned, he knelt beside me, a warm towel in hand, cleaning me gently, taking his time, his fingers soft, his eyes softer.

It was everything I thought he’d never do.

When he was done, he slid into the bed beside me, pulling me into his arms, my head resting against his chest, his heartbeat loud beneath my ear.

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