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"Matty," he said, his voice deeper than I'd ever heard it. "We can stop anytime."
"I don't want to stop," I replied, looking up at him through my lashes. "I want you, Daddy. All of you."
He growled—there was no other word for it—and suddenly I was being lifted and deposited gently on the bed. He followed medown, his larger body covering mine without crushing me. The weight of him felt incredible, grounding me in the moment.
His mouth found mine again, the kiss deeper and more insistent now. I arched against him, desperate for more contact. He shifted, sliding one powerful thigh between my legs, giving me something to press against. I moaned into his mouth, my hands clutching at his broad shoulders.
"Tell me what you need," Daddy murmured against my throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.
"Everything," I gasped, my head falling back to give him better access. "Anything. Just... don't stop touching me."
His lips curved into a smile against my skin. "I can do that."
With deliberate slowness, his hands moved to the button of my jeans. He looked up, silently asking permission, and I nodded frantically. He undid the button and zipper, then eased the denim down my legs along with my underwear. I fought the urge to cover myself as his gaze traveled over my now-naked body.
"Perfect," he whispered, and the reverence in his voice chased away any lingering insecurities.
His hands skimmed my sides, tracing every curve and plane of my body with an artist's attention to detail. When he finally wrapped his fingers around my length, I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily into his touch.
"Easy," he murmured, his free hand pressing gently on my hip to steady me. "We have all the time in the world."
But I didn't want to go slow. After days of fear and uncertainty, I craved intensity, something to drown out everything else. I reached for his belt buckle, fumbling in my eagerness.
"Please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I need to feel you."
Something in my tone must have conveyed my desperation, because Daddy's pupils dilated. He stood, quickly removing his remaining clothes, and I couldn't help but stare at the magnificent sight of him—all muscle and tattoos and raw power.
When he returned to the bed, he positioned himself above me, supporting his weight on his forearms. "Tell me if anything doesn't feel good," he instructed, his eyes serious despite the flush on his cheeks.
I nodded, reaching up to trace the lines of his beard. "I will. But right now, everything feels amazing."
His smile was slow and devastating. "It's about to feel even better."
True to his word, Daddy took his time preparing me, his thick fingers gentle as they worked me open. The initial discomfort gave way to pleasure so intense I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. By the time he finally positioned himself between my bent legs, and dragged a pillow under my ass, I was trembling with need.
He quickly smoothed on a condom. "Look at me," he commanded softly, and I obeyed, meeting his intense gaze as he pressed forward.
The stretch and burn of him entering me made me gasp, my fingers digging into his biceps. He paused, giving me time to adjust, his breathing ragged with the effort of restraint.
"Okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
"More than okay," I assured him, wrapping my legs around his waist to draw him deeper.
Daddy groaned, his control visibly slipping as he began to move. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, building a pressure that made my toes curl and my back arch. I clung to him, overwhelmed by the sensations and the sheer damn goodness of everything.
"So perfect," he murmured against my ear, one hand sliding beneath me to change the angle. "So good for me, baby."
The endearment sent a shock of warmth through me, different from but connected to the physical pleasure. I turned my headto capture his mouth in a desperate kiss, trying to convey everything I couldn't put into words.
When his hand wrapped around me, stroking in time with his thrusts, I knew I wouldn't last much longer. The dual sensations were too intense, too perfect.
"Daddy," I gasped, a warning and a plea.
"Let go for me, little one," he growled, his rhythm never faltering. "I've got you."
Those words broke something loose inside me. With a cry that seemed torn from my soul, I came apart in his arms, my body shuddering with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Through the haze of my release, I felt Daddy's movements grow erratic, his breathing harsh against my neck before he groaned deeply, his powerful body tensing above me.
For several moments, we remained locked together, both of us breathing heavily. His weight pressed me into the mattress, but I welcomed it, wrapping my arms around his broad back to keep him close. Eventually, he softened and slipped out. He shifted to the side, careful not to crush me, but kept one arm draped possessively across my waist.