Page 19 of Claimed By Daddy

"Don't be scared, pretty baby." I brush my lips over hers in a soft pass, and then kiss her flushed cheeks. Her eyelids. Her forehead. "Daddy will take care of you."

"P-promise?"

I could give her the simple promise she requested, but I don't. I curve my hand around her jaw, tipping her head back until her eyes meet mine.

"You're the only little girl I've ever had," I murmur gently. "The only one I've ever wanted. I waited for you, Lena. Daddy won't ever do anything to hurt you. Understand?"

"Daddy," she whispers, her eyes wide and trusting, full of awe.

I brush my lips against hers again, dragging her leg up over my hip. "Are you ready to take Daddy now, little girl?"

"Yes," she moans.

Slowly, carefully, inch by agonizing inch, I sink into her tight virgin pussy. Her cunt wraps around me in a fiery grip, drawing a groan from deep in my chest. I grit my teeth, fighting against the heady rush of pleasure threatening to drag me under.

Her eyes go wide, a small gasp escaping her lips as she feels me inside her for the first time. Her hands clutch at my back, her nails digging into my skin as she adjusts to my size. But I see it in her eyes—pleasure so intense it has her pushing back against me, trying to take more of me.

I give her what she wants, pushing deeper.

Her barrier gives way—proof that she's mine in every way. Her soft cry echoes around the kitchen, binding me to her in a way that can't ever be undone.

"Mine," I growl against her ear as I pull her into my arms, sitting back in a chair with her stretched around me. Her body bounces in my lap, another soft cry escaping her lips as I slip deeper. "You're all mine, little angel."

Her head falls back, her lips parted. She clings to my shoulders, her legs spread obscenely around my hips. "Yes, yes," she moans. "All yours."

I'm lost in her, in the heat of her and her surrender. There's no going back. Not now, not ever.

I drag her mouth down to mine, kissing the hell out of her as I begin to move, showing her what it means to fuck.

"Feel Daddy filling you up? You're so tight, so perfect. Made for me to fuck, aren't you?"

She nods, tears of pleasure streaking down her cheeks as her body clenches around me.

Each thrust is agonizingly slow, deliberately measured to ratchet up the pleasure. I want her to feel every inch of me as I plunge deeper, carving out a space for myself inside her. I want her slick and soft around me, begging to be used.

"Take it all, little girl," I grunt in her ear, my voice harsh with need. "You're going to take all of Daddy's cock and love every inch."

I drag myself from her depths, leaving her empty and aching, only to slam back into her.

"Daddy!" she squeals, her nails leaving red trails down my shoulders.

"You feel that? That's my cock making you mine."

"Yours," she breathes, a dreamlike quality to her voice that has my balls churning.

I watch the pleasure flicker across her face as I bury myself in her over and over again, bouncing her on my cock. Her beautiful face scrunches up with each thrust until raw, unfiltered pleasure washes over her in waves.

She throws her head back and screams my name as her walls clench around me, milking my cock for all it's worth.

I groan a curse, fighting like hell not to come yet as her inner walls ripple all up and down my shaft.

"Daddy," she moans through it.

A surge of pure possession courses through me.

"Tell me how good it feels, Lena," I demand, wrapping a hand around her throat and applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.

"It feels so good," she gasps between thrusts. "I…I…"