THIS FEELS SO GOOD

He shoved my lingerie up to my waist in one rough motion. Cool air kissed the soaked folds of my pussy for half a second, a fleeting, shocking contrast against the heat already radiating from between my legs. My body tensed in anticipation, every nerve suddenly alert.

Then two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning.

“Oh…”

My back arched off the bed. A broken cry tore from my throat as I felt his fingers stretch inside my warm pussy, the sudden intrusion both brutal and perfect. They were long and strong, the knuckles thick, forcing my walls to yield around them. The stretch burned in the most exquisite way, a sharp pleasure that made my toes curl against the sheets.

“Mnn…” Adrian moaned, the sound low and rough, almost animal. His breath ghosted over my cheek as he leaned closer, the weight of his body hovering just above mine.

My head fell back against the pillow as he worked those fingers inside me with slow, deliberate strokes. He curled them against the top and side walls, dragging them over the exact spot that made my thighs shake and my breath hitch. Every time he pressed there, a jolt of pure electricity shot up my spine. Wet, filthy sounds filled the quiet room—the slick glide of his fingers through my arousal, the soft, wet click of flesh moving against flesh.

I was already dripping for him. The evidence coated his knuckles every time he pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in, deeper, harder. My hips lifted to meet each stroke without conscious thought, greedy, desperate. My hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscle beneath his skin. The dim moonlight only showed the outline of him above me—his broad, powerful figure completely focused on the place where his fingers disappeared inside me again and again. I could feel the tension in his arms, the controlled strength as he fucked me with his hand.

I felt the first warning flutter deep in my core and panic flickered. It was too soon. I wasn’t ready to come yet. Not when I still needed more of him.

“Adr… Wait… Adrian, I—”

He didn’t wait.

He pulled his fingers free with a wet sound that made my cheeks burn. I felt empty for one aching second. Then he lined up the thick head of his cock against my entrance and drove into me in one long, relentless stroke.

My mouth opened in a silent scream. The stretch burned so good it bordered on pain. He was thicker than anything I had ever taken, filling me until I felt every ridge and vein along his length. My walls fluttered and clenched around the sudden invasion, trying to adjust, trying to make room. His balls pressed against me when he bottomed out, and still he kept pushing, like he wanted to carve out space inside me that had never existed before. The pressure was overwhelming. I could feel him everywhere—deep in my belly, pressing against places that made my vision blur.

My eyes widened as I felt my pussy throbbing relentlessly around his length. Every pulse of my heartbeat seemed to echo around him. He held still for several long seconds, letting me feel every single inch, forcing me to accept the full, brutal size of him. My breath came in short, shaky gasps. Sweat already dampened the small of my back.

Then he pulled back and slammed inside me again.

“Argh… yesss!” I cried out in pleasure, the sound raw and unrestrained.

The wet slap of skin on skin echoed in the dark as he began to move in earnest. Each thrust was deep and controlled at first, then steadily harder. My head tipped back. My nipples scraped against the thin fabric of my lingerie with every impact, the friction sending sharp sparks of sensation straight to my core. I could feel the heavy swing of his balls against me each time he buried himself to the hilt, the soft, rhythmic slap of flesh meeting flesh.

“Oh honey, you’re so damn good,” I chuckled, the sound half moan, half breathless laugh. The words spilled out of me without thought.

The scent of sex and that new cologne of his filled my lungs until I was dizzy with it. Musk and something darker, richer, mixed with the unmistakable smell of us. I was so full I could barely breathe. Every thrust forced the air from my lungs in broken gasps. And still I wanted more. Needed more.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I screamed. At this point, I didn’t care if anyone heard us. The walls could have been paper-thin and I still wouldn’t have been able to stay quiet. “Keep fucking me like that, Daddy, this pussy is all yours.”

Adrian groaned loudly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. His pace turned brutal. He hit me with hard, deep strokes that forced broken moans out of me with every impact. The bed creaked beneath us. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back as I held on for dear life. Nails raked down the hard planes of his back, leaving stinging trails I knew would mark him later. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter at the base of my spine, a hot, unbearable pressure that made my thighs tremble.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped. “Please—don’t stop—”

He answered with a low, guttural sound and fucked me harder. The angle changed slightly as he shifted his weight, and suddenly every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside me with devastating precision. My vision went white at the edges. My fingers dug harder into his shoulders.

The first orgasm hit me like a wave breaking. My pussy clamped down around his cock in hard, rhythmic pulses, flooding him with wet heat. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, my entire body locking up as the climax ripped through me. “Fu—ck…” I cried out helplessly as my body shook under his weight. He kept driving into me through every single spasm, never slowing, forcing the orgasm to stretch longer and deeper until I was sobbing with it, oversensitive and still somehow craving more.

I still couldn’t see his face clearly, only the dark shape of him above me, the powerful roll of his hips, the way his shoulders blocked out the faint silver light. And it made me even wetter. Sweat glistened along the line of his neck. His breathing was ragged now, matching mine.

He showed no sign of slowing.

My second climax was already building, sharper and more dangerous than the first. It gathered low in my belly like a storm, each deep thrust feeding it, making it grow. My walls fluttered around him again, oversensitive and greedy. I could feel how wet I was, how easily he slid in and out of me now, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. My lingerie was bunched uselessly around my waist, the fabric damp with sweat and arousal. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me exactly where he wanted me as he drove deeper still.

The pleasure was almost too much. My third moan broke into a whimper. My nails dug into his skin hard enough to draw blood this time. I was so close again to climax. Sitting on the edge of something even more intense until a single thought cut through the haze of pleasure like a knife.

Why does he feel so different?

The question barely formed before he angled my hips higher and thrust even deeper, stealing the breath from my lungs before I could bring myself to speak.

The new angle made him bottom out with a force that left me seeing stars. Tears of pleasure ran down the corner of my face and my mouth opened on a silent cry as the second orgasm began to crest. “Damn daddy, this feels so good I want it every night.”