I can’t believe I left my girl all alone for fourteen weeks. Thinking about it now, it feels goddamned criminal. I know Astrid’s forgiven me; I still don’t know how I’ll ever forgive myself. But I’m determined to make it up to her every day for the rest of our lives—starting with reminding her why she calls me Daddy.
“Ass up, sweet cheeks.” I slide her panties off and then spread her legs wide. Her pussy’s so slick that she glistens. “Cover your mouth, baby. Don’t want you to wake the house.”
She presses a hand to her lips like a good girl. I slide my flattened tongue from the base of her opening to the tip of her clit. She moans behind her palm. I didn’t have the luxury of taking my time with her that night on the playground. Now that I’ve got her spread out on a bed, I plan to explore every intimate recess of her body until I know all her secrets.
I start by gently flicking my tongue across her clit, savoring the high-pitched whines that make it past her fingers. Her legs shake as I suck her tight little bud between my lips. After going back and forth between licking and sucking to get a feel for what she likes best, I settle in for the long haul and focus on bombarding her with all the pleasure than she can handle, and then some.
“Daddy, please.” The breathy desperation in her voice makes my cock throb. I’m desperate to get inside the girl I love, but not before I make her pussy surrender to me.
“Please, what, baby girl?”
“Please make me come,” she begs. “I love your tongue, but it’s too soft. It tickles. I need something firmer...harder.”
I know exactly what she needs.
With one last teasing lick, I rise up and pull the front of my sweatpants down. My cock juts out like an arrow pointing straight at her, so hard it fucking hurts. I grasp the shaft and angle the head between her legs, pressing the tip to her slippery clit.
“You like having my cock between your legs, angel?” I rub the head back and forth across the sensitive bud that makes her legs tremble.
She nods fervently, holding her own knees far apart. As much as I love pleasuring her with my mouth, I have to say, watching her fight to stay quiet in the seconds before her orgasm is a delectable treat. If pleasing her with my tongue feels like sweet torture to her, then the equivalent for me is this: strumming her clit with just the tip of my cock when what I want more than anything is to be buried inside her.
Astrid shakes like a sapling in a windstorm. She’s never looked more beautiful, or less self-conscious, as she does in the throes of an orgasm. A moan escapes her throat. I crash my lips into hers to muffle the sound—then pass the breath right back to her as she grasps my dick.
I clench my jaw and suffer the light, teasing strokes. She can’t possibly know how much it hurts to be taunted by her fingertips when I ache to sink my cock into heat and pressure. I glide through her folds, longing for contact, until I lose the battle of wills and thrust home.
Astrid gasps as I bottom out inside her tight, slick warmth.
“Watching you come pushed Daddy over the edge,” I growl. “I couldn’t wait another second. I had to get inside you.”
“Oh, god...” Her lip quivers. “You’re so thick, Daddy.”
“Because of you, baby. It’s all for you.”
I grant her pussy a moment to get used to my girth, but a moment’s all I can afford when I’m balls-deep in heaven. Her inner muscles flex. I encourage her to wrap her legs around my hips as I start to thrust.
“Your pussy feels like it was made to fit my cock. Like you were made for me.”
“I was made for you, Daddy.”
Her words provoke the most primal, territorial parts of me. I’ve loved Astrid her whole life, and even though it took me years to realize just how much, part of me always knew that she was born to be mine.
I thrust hard and deep, moving in and out of her body with ease. I love the way she clings to me like I’m a port in the storm raging around her, a storm I brought to ravage her small seaside town. I need her to know that she can always reach for me when she’s feeling scared or overwhelmed. But I also want her to reach for me when she’s burning for the kind of pleasure only Daddy can provide.
My balls tighten, and I know my orgasm isn’t too far behind. Astrid’s still getting used to having something big inside her when she comes, but if she can orgasm again, I want us to reach that peak together.
“Touch yourself, baby.” I guide her hand between our bodies. “Make yourself come on my cock.”
She begins rubbing her clit in earnest, prompting her muscles to tense around me. I brace on the bed with one arm and use my free hand to play with her nipples. The sensory overload hits her at just the right moment, and I feel her pussy tighten. She’s coming, and I’m on the edge right there with her.
I groan as my cock throbs, forcing liquid pleasure up my shaft. I erupt inside her, spurting, making her already soaked pussy even wetter. Her fingernails dig into my upper back, as I continue thrusting long after I’ve spent all I have to give her.
We remain like that for a couple of minutes, connected, until the blood returns to my brain.
“You okay, baby? Did I push you too hard?”
She shakes her head. “It was perfect.”
My chest swells with pride; my girl’s enthusiasm for sex would be attuned with mine. I kiss the spot where her neck meets her shoulder.