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“Fuck—Dave, I…” you whined, eyes locked onto his now unsheathed weapon.
“What, baby?” His hands gripped your thighs positioned on either side of his body and clawed at them, leaving lines across your skin. Your back arched off the mattress from the pleasant pain. He grabbed hold of his massive cock and teasingly ran the length up and down your folds, making sure it hit your clit before lightly pressing into your entrance. You sat up quickly, your hand gripping his wrist to stop his actions. His hand moved to your cheek, pulling your face into his as he stared at you with a questioning glare.
“It won’t fit, you’re too big,” you murmured.
An entertained expression fell over his face. “That’s adorable. I’ll make it fucking fit.”
He leaned over your frame, kissing you so fervently it pressed your back into the mattress. There was no hesitation; his tongue devoured the inside of your mouth as though he wanted to claim every part of it. His passionate touch fogged your mind, making you think only of the way his body felt so good against yours. Your fingers tugged at his hair and your legs wrapped around his waist. He bucked his hips into yours, the tip of his cock sliding up your folds making you remember your impending apprehension. Staring into your eyes, he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them before moving them downwards.
“We just have to get you nice and wet, baby — stretch you out for daddy.”
His fingers played with your folds before quickly pressing two inside of you. He laughed as you moaned, his low chuckle from his chest vibrating against your own. His fingers worked to stretch you and find that one sweet spot that made you cling to his frame.
“You’re such a good girl. You’re already so wet for me.” He praised you as watched your face contort to his actions. “But I think we can do better than this, don’t you?”
Better? You could already feel the pressure build in your stomach. He repositioned himself, sliding down on the mattress so his face was between your legs. He spit onto your sex before dipping his face down and ravaging you. His tongue dug into your entrance next to his fingers as his nose pressed against your clit. He inserted a third finger and quickened his motions, all three thick digits striking your sweet spot just right.
“Fuck—Fuck—Dave, oh my—“
Your hands nestled into his hair to encourage his actions. He ate you like he was starving, and he didn’t stop even as your legs shook. You screamed out his name as you came, your hands moving to fist the sheets beside you, yet he didn’t slow down. Your thighs naturally tried to close from the overstimulation, but he simply readjusted his arms to hold them open.
“Please, Dave,” you whined, tears welling at your eyes from the overstimulation.
He finally slowed, his tongue sloppily licking your sensitive bud to watch you twitch from the simple action. He pulled away, his lips glistening with your juices.
“Sorry, baby,” he cooed. “You just taste so fucking good.”
He climbed up the mattress to lean over you again, planting a wet kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself as his tongue slid into your mouth.
“I’m going to make you come again, baby, but this time you’re going to come on my dick.”
He positioned himself over you, placing your legs over his shoulders so he could easily hold them back and give himself the most access. He wet the tip of his cock by spitting onto his fingers.
“Are you ready, baby girl?” He asked as his tip gently pressed against your entrance.
“Slow, please.”
He smiled and slowly pushed himself into you, pain shooting through your core as his thick girth spread you. His three fingers helped — but that felt like nothing compared to his cock.
“Fuck— You’re so tight.”
You clawed into his arms as your head fell back against the pillow and your eyes shut.
“Look at me, baby. I want you to look at me while I stretch that pretty pussy.”
He kept pushing until your eyes began to water. Then, he stopped and began deliberately thrusting into you.
“I-It hurts.”
He hesitated, looking you over his a concerned gaze.“Want me to stop, baby girl?”
He continued to move, but slower now, allowing you to feel each stretch of your walls as he gently guided himself in and out of you. You shook your head, hands gripping his waist to pull him closer — deeper — into you.
“Good. It’s good. Keep going,” you ordered breathlessly.
“With pleasure, baby.”
He smirked down at you as he pulled out almost completely and then slammed back in. The noise that fell from your mouth was ungodly, somewhere between a scream and a moan. It hurt, but fuck — it hurt so damn good. He thrusted over and over and over again. His eyes completely focused on your expressions, the way your face contorted with the idiosyncratic mixture of pain and pleasure.
“You’re doing amazing, baby girl. You take daddy’s cock so well, don’t you?”
You nodded, almost frantically, as your nails clawed into any skin you could reach hard enough to guarantee vicious red lines. He groaned from the pain of your markings and from the perfect tightness of your pussy.
He pulled out from you suddenly and pointed to the top of the bed.
“On your knees. Grab the headboard.”
You turned around to lay on your stomach, purposely arching your back to display your ass to him. His palm made swift contact, sending a stinging pain through your whole backside.
“Now,” he growled. “Or you can keep teasing me with that pretty ass of yours and I’ll fuck it next.”
You went to crawl to the top of the bed, but he grabbed your hips roughly, pulling you back to press the tip of his cock against your back hole — teasing you, threatening you, daring you to give him an excuse.
“I can already imagine the sounds you’ll make when I fuck your ass, baby.”
His cock in your pussy hurt enough, you couldn’t begin to fathom the pain of him fucking your ass. He released your hips, spanking you again before he allowed you to crawl to the top of the bed and grab onto the headboard like he ordered. He climbed onto the bed behind you, lining himself up again as he trailed his fingers down your spine to make you shiver in anticipation. You were already sore, already had that aching sensation between your legs, and you still wanted more. You wanted all of him. The pain was worth the pleasure. The pain was worth him.
“So perfect, baby. All mine.”
He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked, pulling your head towards him and making your back arch.
“Hold on tight.”
Your grip on the headboard tightened as he slammed into you, filling you somehow even more. The new position caused him to hit that sweet spot beautifully. He fucked you, pounding into you again and again until you were practically screaming his name. The pressure built in your stomach. Incredible waves of pleasure flooded through you with each thrust. He curved his arm around your waist, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing just as fast and hard as his pounding. Moans, grunts, and near-screams echoed through the room.
“Come for daddy, baby girl. Come on daddy’s cock.”
You cried out his name repeatedly as you rode out easily the hardest and best orgasm of your life. Your legs shook and gave out beneath you, but Dave didn’t mind at all. He pressed your body into the mattress and continued to fuck you, now just using you as he chased his own high.
“Come in me, daddy. Please, I want you to fill me.”
Your words brought him over the edge, his cum coating your inner walls as he pressed into you as deep as he could possibly go. When he pulled out you could feel his juices slick your thighs and pool onto the sheets. You ached with a newfound pain, one that you liked and one that you wanted to feel again and again.
He collapsed onto the bed beside you, panting heavily, sweat sticking to his whole body. He pulled you into his chest and held you tight, kissing the top of your head sweetly and gently — the opposite of how he had just used you.
“You were amazing, baby girl. You made daddy so happy. Are you going to keep making daddy happy?”
You nodded and relaxed into his side, wrapping your arms around him.
“Always, daddy.”