Page 31 of Wild Daddy

“Missionary, right?” She asks, eyes glazed. “Research says it’s the easier angle for first time. Less risk of tearing."

I blink. "Marley. Stop quoting WebMD."

She laughs, then gasps when I run my fingers over her slick heat.

She looks up at me, serious now. "I want it. All of it."

I nod. The warmth of her cunt against my cock is fucking perfect. Damp, pulsing, velvet-soft. I pause.

"You okay?"

She nods, her breath catching. "Yeah. Just… go slow. No, I mean, fast. Like tearing off a Band-Aid. I think fast pain is better than slow. I should have done more research, I’m not sure--"

“Jesus, baby. So sexy. Talk nerdy to me.”

I grit my teeth as I push forward, easing into her by fractions. Her resistance is gone in the first push, making her wince as I pause, more for my own sanity than hers because it feels so fucking good, I’m about to lose my mind.

The first inch nearly undoes me. My jaw locks. Muscles seize along my back. My hands clench into fists, jaw tight as I keep from driving forward. Her gasp rips through the quiet room, sharp and startled, her hands flying to my biceps.

“Open wider” I growl through my teeth. “You’re so fucking small. I need all the room I can get.”

Her legs twitch as she widens her knees. Her back arches under me, and I feel the quiver in her thighs where they tighten against my hips.

The walls creak as the wind howls as I fuck into her. The trees groan around us. Lightning snaps, throwing flickering light over her half lidded eyes. She looks like some wild forest nymph from my dreams.

"You’re doing so good," I murmur, the words coming out strangled. My voice is sandpaper. "So tight, baby. Breathe with me."

Her breath stutters. Then steadies.

I move another inch, and the pressure claws down my spine. I fight the full-body urge to take, to pump pump pump.

Sweat beads at the base of my neck. Every muscle in my thighs is drawn taut. I can feel a vein pulsing in my temple. Her walls are slick, clinging, resisting and yielding all at once.

She whimpers but nods again, threading her fingers through my hair. Her nails dig in just slightly. My grip shifts to her hip,grounding myself in the small, living details of her: the tremble of her belly, the sound of her breath, the shocked flicker in her eyes.

I press my forehead to hers. My whole body is shaking with restraint.

"God, Marley. You feel... unreal."

"It’s intense," she whispers, voice thin. "Like I’m being changed. A hypothesis being proven."

I laugh softly—more a rasp than a sound—cupping her cheek. "Best academic metaphor I’ve ever heard."

She smiles, breath hitching again as I bottom out. My thighs cramp from holding still. My jaw aches from the pressure of keeping everything controlled. She's hot, wet silk around me, and I can feel every inch of her flutter in real time. She gasps again, adjusting to the stretch.

"That’s… all of it?" she asks.

"All of me," I manage, my voice nothing but gravel.

She tests a slow, careful roll of her hips. My entire body jerks in response. I bite back a groan that threatens to crack my ribs.

She blinks up at me, astonished. "Good. Really good. Ouch, but still, weird-good."

She’s losing her overthinking. Just feeling it as I begin to move. Controlled thrusts, shallow and patient. Her body opens to me inch by inch as the thunder shudders through the earth, learning the shape of me, responding with shivers and gasps.

She wraps her legs around me, pulling me in deeper. The uneven hardwood presses into my kneecaps, but none of it matters. All I can focus on is the way she tightens with every stroke, the way her voice changes when I hit just right.

"We’re going to need a better system," she gasps, laughing between moans.

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