Page 66 of Daddy's Muse

I blushed and nuzzled into my stuffie.

Pappa helped me raise my legs, keeping them bent at the knee. He let out a groan as he pulled my cheeks apart, taking a close look at my puckered hole.

I curiously watched as he clicked open the top of the lube bottle and poured some onto his fingers, getting them slick and shiny.

As he brought them to my hole, he told me, “It might feel a little weird at first—even sting, but it shouldn’t hurt. If it hurts, I need you to tell me, okay? Can you promise me that?”

I sucked in a breath, feeling a bit nervous, and hugged Pilsby closer, shivering at the feel of his softness against my nipples. “I promise, Pappa.”

The pressure at my rim grew stronger, and I gasped as the tip of his finger breached. It didn’t hurt, but he was right; it felt kinda strange.

He shot a worried glance up at me.

“I’m okay,” I breathed out.

His worry faded, and he kept eye contact as he pushed his finger in little by little. I clenched down, whimpering at the feel.

Pappa began to move the digit back and forth, bringing it almost all the way out before pushing it back in.

The motion soon changed the strange feeling into one of pleasure. My gut began to simmer with desire, and after a few minutes, I started to ache for more.

“Pappa,” I whimpered.

“Ja?”

“Another, please…”

“So polite, asking for more,” he purred, pulling his finger out before pushing back into my tight channel with another.

I twisted Pilsby’s long, floppy ear around my hand as I adjusted to the stretch.

“Good boy, hug your bunny while Pappa stretches your little hole,” he crooned, making me gasp as he began scissoring his fingers inside me, pushing against my inner walls.

“Pappa,” I cried out sharply as he pressed against a spot that shot white-hot pleasure up my spine. “There, please, please!”

“Yeah? Right here?” He crooked both his fingers and rubbed them against my special spot.

“Mhmm,” I whined, toes curling.

Pappa’s fingers sped up, thrusting in and out, drawing moan after moan from deep in my chest.

“Are you going to come for Pappa, my love?” he groaned, leaning in to press kisses into my inner thighs.

I trembled, feeling my orgasm build and build.

“Pappa, my d-dick,please!”

His hand wrapped around my dripping cock. Almost immediately, I erupted, bucking into his grip.

Pappa growled, releasing my dick and unzipping his pants to free his. I shook, covered in goosebumps, limbs limp against the mattress, my gaze focused on his hand, desperately jerking his length.

He punched his hips forward, fucking wildly into his fist. It didn’t take long before he let out a shout and came, spraying his load onto my abdomen.

Panting, he fell forward, catching himself on his hands. He kissed me deeply before rolling onto his side next to me and tugging me in to lay my head against his chest, our cum mixing together in the space between us.

“Love you,” I mumbled, eyes drifting closed.

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