Page 12 of Taking Adalisa

“Please,” I beg, trying to move my hips so he goes deeper. “Please.”

His fingers leave me, and I whine. “You don’t get to move.”

I keep my hips still, needing him to give me all the pleasure he wants.

“Such a good girl. Stay still while Daddy slides into you.” His words come out as he takes my ear between his teeth. “You’re so wet for me, just perfect.”

He moves a little behind me, and he slowly starts to slide into me. My mouth falls open, a moan escaping as I stretch around him.

“Pl-please,” I clench around him as he settles inside of me. “Move.”

He hums. “I think I might stay like this for a little while,” he murmurs. “Let you feel me inside of you, but not give you any pleasure. Show you who is in charge, who will always be in charge.”

“No, please. I promise,” I whisper.

He slowly pulls out before pushing back into me at a painstakingly slow pace. My eyes flutter open as the tingles race through me. The darkness of my room is the first thing I see. I blink several times as he continues to thrust into me.

“Ma-Matthias?” I whisper.

“Shh, it’s me, Little bit,” he moans into my ear. “You wore the bracelet for me. Such a good girl.”

I move my leg, giving him better access to me as he continues to push in and out of me. Clenching around him, my head falls back as the tension builds in my core.

“Please,” I mewl.

Without warning, he flips me onto my front, raises my hips, and starts thrusting into me with force.

“Matthias,” I cry out, pushing my hips back.

He picks up his pace as his hand wraps around my waist, his fingers finding my clit as he continues to pound into me. My head drops to the bed as I fist the sheets, his fingers pressing my clit, moving in a circular motion.

“Come whenever you want,” Matthias groans.

My hand moves to my breast, cupping it as he continues to assault my clit with his fingers. Moaning, I clench around him as I push my hips back, wanting him to go in deeper.

“Come for me,” he commands as he pinches my clit, pushing me over the edge as he thrusts into me.

Screaming, I come apart around him. He follows suit with a yell of pleasure. I let the euphoria flow through me as he slowly thrust into me while the aftershocks hit me.

Matthias carefully pulls out of me, and I fall onto my side, taking a deep breath in as my body tries to come down from what he just did to me.

“Such a good girl,” he praises me, wrapping an arm around my body. “I’ll be right back.”

I mumble unintelligibly, my eyes closing as I feel him get off the bed. Where is he going? Why is he leaving so soon after he gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had?

“Matthias?” I attempt to turn my body to see where he went, but sleep weighs my body down, keeping me in place. “Matthias?”

The sound of the faucet running fills my ears, and my eyebrows pull together. What could he be doing with water?

“I’m right here,” he whispers. “I just went to get a washcloth for you.”

I hum and let him take care of me. I can be embarrassed about it tomorrow when I’m fully awake. This is the first timeI’ve had someone clean me up after sex, and it’s kind of nice not having to do it myself.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “Just let Daddy take care of you.”

And that’s exactly what I let Matthias do: take care of me. He’s gentle as he rubs the warm washcloth over my core and thighs, making sure to get every crevice.

“Such a good girl for me,” he praises. “Do you need to pee?”

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