Page 66 of Enforcer Daddy
She lay back, my t-shirt bunched uselessly around her ribs, neither covering nor revealing but framing her like she was art. Her legs fell open naturally, welcoming me, and the sight of her—spread out on my floor, pussy glistening with need, marks from my hand still visible on her hip where the shirt had ridden up—made my cock throb with painful need.
"Look at you," I said, running my hands up her thighs, feeling the muscles tremble under my touch. "My perfect little girl, all spread out for Daddy."
She arched into my touch, trying to guide my hands where she needed them, but I took my time. I'd rushed enough tonight, lost control enough. This moment—our first time—deserved reverence, even if that reverence was wrapped in desperate need.
I positioned myself between her legs, my cock heavy and aching, but didn't enter her yet. Instead, I leaned down, covering her body with mine, weight on my forearms so I didn't crush her. The full-body contact made us both gasp—her soft curves against my hard planes, her breasts pressed against my chest, the heat of her pussy just inches from where I needed to be.
"Dmitry," she breathed, hands coming up to frame my face. Those impossible eyes—one blue, one green—looked at me with such trust, such need, such complete surrender that my chest felt like it might crack open.
"Mine," I said, then kissed her like I was trying to crawl inside her through her mouth.
The kiss was different from any we'd shared before. Deeper, more possessive, tinged with the promise of what was about to happen. Her tongue met mine eagerly, and she sucked on it the way she'd sucked my cock, making me groan into her mouth.Her legs came up to wrap around my waist, trying to pull me into her, but I resisted.
Not yet. Not quite yet.
I pulled back from the kiss, looking down at her flushed face, her swollen lips, the way her chest heaved with each breath. "Say it," I commanded. "Tell me who you belong to."
"You," she said immediately, no hesitation. "I belong to you, Daddy. I'm yours."
"And who do I belong to?" I asked, needing her to understand this went both ways.
Her eyes widened slightly, like she hadn't expected the question. "Me?" It came out uncertain, questioning.
"You," I confirmed, kissing her again, softer this time. "I'm yours just as much as you're mine. Remember that, little one. This isn't just about me claiming you."
I shifted my hips, and the head of my cock brushed against her pussy for the first time. We both froze at the contact—hot, wet, electric. She was soaked, her arousal coating my cock immediately, and the urge to slam into her was almost overwhelming.
But I made myself go slow, made myself savor this. I rubbed the head through her folds, gathering her wetness, watching her face contort with pleasure as I brushed against her clit.
"Please," she whimpered, hips trying to angle to take me inside. "Daddy, please, I need you."
"You have me," I said, positioning myself at her entrance. "You've always had me."
Then I pushed in, just the head at first, and holy fuck.
She was tight. Impossibly, perfectly tight, her pussy gripping me like it had been made specifically for my cock. The heat of her, the wetness, the way her walls fluttered around me—I had to stop, had to breathe, had to keep from coming right then like some inexperienced teenager.
"Oh God," Eva gasped, her eyes going wide, body tensing. "You're so big. I can't—it won't—"
"It will," I assured her, holding perfectly still despite every instinct screaming at me to move. "You'll take every inch, little one. Your pussy was made for my cock. But we'll go slow."
I pushed in another inch, watching her face carefully for signs of pain. But what I saw wasn't pain—it was wonder, pleasure, a kind of desperate need that matched my own. Her pussy clenched around me, trying to draw me deeper, and I had to fight not to give in to what her body was begging for.
Another inch. Another. Each one spreading her wider, filling her fuller. She was panting now, little gasps and moans falling from her lips, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
"That's it," I encouraged, voice rough with the effort of going slow. "Taking Daddy's cock so well. Such a good girl."
Halfway now, and she was trembling beneath me, right on the edge of something. I shifted the angle slightly, and her whole body jerked.
"There!" she cried out. "Oh fuck, right there!"
I'd found her g-spot, and every inch I pushed in now dragged against it. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around me, and I could feel her getting wetter, making the slide easier. Three more inches. Two. One.
And then I was fully seated inside her, balls pressed against her ass, completely surrounded by her tight heat. We both stopped breathing for a moment, overwhelmed by the sensation. I'd never felt anything like this—not just the physical perfection of how we fit together, but the emotional weight of it. This was Eva, my Little, taking all of me and making it look easy.
"You did it," I said, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. "You took all of me. Every inch. How does it feel?"
"Full," she gasped. "So full. Like you're everywhere."
