Feels Just Right

Daphne

He’s already pulling his shirt apart before I can catch my breath. Buttons scatter across the floor as the fabric rips open. He shrugs it off and throws it aside. Then his hands are on the towel, yanking it free in one hard pull. It falls away and I’m bare on his bed, nothing between us.

He stands there staring.

“Fucking Christ,” he mutters, voice rough. “You’re perfect.”

His eyes drag over every inch of me. My tits, the soft curve of my stomach, the wet mess between my legs, the scar on my thigh he already knows by heart. Heat floods my face but I don’t cover myself. I want him to look.

“So damn perfect.”

He shoves his joggers down. His cock springs free, thick and heavy, the head already shiny with precum that leaks down the shaft. My eyes go wide. He’s bigger than anything I’ve imagined, veins standing out along the length, the weight of it making it bounce once against his stomach before it settles, hard and pointing straight at me.

“Think you can take that?” he asks.

I nod. I can’t find words. My throat is too tight.

He climbs onto the bed, knees spreading my legs wider as he settles over me.

“Fuck, you are ready. So goddamn wet for me.”

His mouth finds my neck first, open and wet, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Then he kisses lower, between my breasts, the scrape of his stubble making me shiver. He takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks, tongue working it, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. His cock rests heavy between my thighs, the hot length of it sliding against my soaked pussy every time he shifts. I roll my hips up into him without thinking, chasing the pressure.

Every kiss he leaves on my skin sends a sharp jolt straight down to my core. I’m dripping, thighs sticky with it.

“Please…” The word slips out, impatient, needy. “Please I need you inside… Daddy.” I whimper.

That word ‘Daddy’ seem to hit him like a live wire. He grunts, low and rough, and his cock jerks hard against my thigh, more precum smearing across my skin.

His calloused hands grab the backs of my knees and yank them wide. I’m suddenly spread open for him, completely exposed, cunt on full display like some kind of offering. He lines himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and then he pushes in with one hard thrust.

The stretch is brutal. He tears through my hymen in a single drive and I scream, the sound ripping out of me as he bottoms out, burying every inch inside me until his hips are flush against mine. The pain is sharp, white-hot, mixed with a deep, overwhelming fullness that makes my vision blank out for a second. He’s throbbing inside me, so thick I can feel every ridge, every pulse.

“Fuck,” he groans, forehead dropping against mine. “You’re so tight. You haven’t done this before, have you?”

“No,” I manage, voice shaky. “You’re my first.”

“Shit.” His jaw clenches. He starts to pull back, like he’s going to stop. “I shouldn’t…”

My legs lock around his waist, heels digging into his ass, holding him deep.

“Please don’t stop,” I say, looking straight into his eyes. “I want it. I want to do this.”

He grunts again, the sound almost angry, and then his hands grip the backs of my thighs, pushing them higher, opening me wider for that massive cock. He pulls almost all the way out until just the head is stretching me open, then slams back in hard enough that the bed creaks.

I cry out. The force of it knocks the air from my lungs.

He doesn’t ease up. He fucks me like something savage has taken over, hips snapping forward in deep, punishing thrusts that drive his cock into me over and over. Each stroke drags along my inner walls, stretching me around the thick girth, the wet sounds of my cunt taking him loud in the quiet room. His balls slap against my ass with every hard drive. His calloused hands dig into my thighs, holding me open so he can bury himself as deep as he wants.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growls, watching his cock disappear into me. “Taking it all. So fucking tight. Squeezing me like you were made for this. For me.”

I can’t form words. Every thrust punches a broken moan out of me. The pain is still there but it’s shifting, melting into something hotter, something that coils low in my belly and tightens with every brutal stroke.

His cock is relentless, thick and relentless, pounding into me so deep I feel him in my stomach. Precum and my own wetness make the slide slicker, louder. My tits bounce with the force of his hips. He leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth again, biting just hard enough that I arch off the bed, pushing myself harder onto his cock.

“Daddy—” The word spills out of me again, desperate. “Oh God.”

He snarls and fucks me harder, the rhythm turning almost animal. His hips snap forward, grinding deep on every inward thrust so the base of his cock rubs against my clit. The dual sensation makes my toes curl. I’m so full I can barely think. Every time he pulls back I feel the drag of him leaving me empty for half a second before he drives back in, stretching me open all over again.

Sweat starts to slick his chest. His breathing is harsh, broken by low grunts every time he bottoms out. I am dripping around him, the wetness coating his shaft, dripping down onto the sheets. I can feel myself getting closer, the pressure building until it’s almost unbearable. My walls flutter around him, clenching every time he hits that spot deep inside that makes stars burst behind my eyes.

“You’re gonna come on this cock,” he tells me, voice rough. “I can feel it. So fucking close. Come for me. Let me feel that tight little pussy milk me.”

He shifts the angle, one hand sliding under my ass to tilt my hips higher, and then he’s slamming into me even deeper. The head of his cock punches against something that makes me sob. My legs start to shake. I’m babbling nonsense, pleading, begging him not to stop, to fuck me harder, to fill me up.

He gives me exactly that. His thrusts turn short and savage, grinding deep, the thick base of him stretching my entrance with every stroke. The wet slap of skin on skin is filthy. His cock is so hard inside me it feels like iron, throbbing, pulsing, ready to break.

My orgasm hits like a wave crashing over me. My back arches hard off the bed, a broken scream tearing from my throat as my cunt clamps down around him in tight, rhythmic pulses. I come so hard my vision whites out again, juices gushing around his cock, soaking his balls and the sheets beneath us. The pleasure is blinding, raw, rolling through me in waves that won’t stop.

He fucks me through it, never slowing, chasing his own release while my walls spasm and milk him. His grunts get louder, more desperate. His hands bruise my thighs as he holds me open and drives into me one last time, burying himself to the hilt.

“Fuck…Daphne—”

He comes with a deep, guttural groan, cock pulsing hard inside me as he empties himself. Hot ropes of cum flood my cunt, thick and endless, filling me until I can feel it leaking out around his shaft with every residual throb. He keeps thrusting shallowly through it, working every last drop into me, his body trembling above mine.

We stay locked like that for a long moment, both of us panting, his cock still buried deep and twitching as the last of his release spills into me. My legs are still wrapped around him, shaking. I can feel the mix of our cum dripping down my ass, warm and messy.

He finally lifts his head and looks at me, eyes dark, something almost stunned in his expression.

“Shit,” he breathes. “You okay?”

I nod, still trying to catch my breath. My body feels used in the best way, stretched and sore and full of him. I don’t want him to pull out yet. I want to keep him inside me a little longer, feeling every thick inch of the cock that just ruined me for anyone else.