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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ELLIE

Freshly cleaned and in new pajamas, I made my way to Daddy B’s bedroom…

now our bedroom…where he waited. He sat on the edge of the bed with a noticeable bulge in his pants.

The shirt he’d had on earlier had disappeared, giving me a beautiful, unrestricted view of his impressive chest and shoulders. Daddy B never skipped arm day.

I read in a book once that you didn’t need to worry about whether you were sexy enough, hot enough, or wanted enough when an erection was pointed in your direction.

Until this very moment, I hadn’t believed that could be true.

Daddy B wanted me, and he’d been obvious about it.

He had plenty of options, but he’d chosen the one that involved him waiting for me.

I felt wanted. Desired. Close to being devoured.

And I was going to ride the train until I was forced to get off.

Get off … I giggled at my own joke but managed to step between his legs.

Almost automatically, his ripped arms encircled my waist and drew me close to his firm chest. The warmth of his skin seeped through my T-shirt.

“What’s so funny? You’re gonna give me a complex or something.”

“It was just a thought, but the important part is that you’re here and I’m here…

” I swallowed my tongue when Daddy B’s hands slipped under my shirt and felt their way over the planes of my back.

My body shivered involuntarily and my dick swelled at the delicate touch of fingers tracing down my spine.

“Anything that you don’t like, you tell me.” I nodded because when I tried to speak, I croaked instead. “And if you change your mind, you tell me.” Again, words failed me. “Baby boy, I’m a little nervous.” The words took a second, or three, to penetrate.

“What are you nervous about?” I knew damn good and well that he’d been in this particular spot plenty of times.

“I’ve never been someone’s first.”

“That can’t be true.”

“It can be because it is.”

I’m not sure I completely believed Daddy was nervous, but I appreciated the sentiment anyway.

“I’ll talk you through it, Daddy B. You’re gonna do a great job.”

For a beat, Daddy B stared at me while my joke sank in, but then he tightened his arms around me, twisted his torso, and tossed me on the bed before covering my body with his own.

Our laughter echoed around the bedroom, and whatever tension was felt by either of us disappeared.

We were good together. And good for each other.

As the giggles faded, our mouths came together in a sweet, soft kiss.

Our tongues tangled and sent my blood thrumming through my veins.

Given how his cock hardened against me, I knew Daddy B felt it too.

Each stroke of his tongue was a reminder of what was to come tonight.

My long-held virginity had been about opportunity, not virtue, but I was glad it was ending with Daddy B.

My fingers found the dip in his hipbones, and oh my god, it was so hot.

It made me want to taste it. I pushed at his shoulders, and he immediately rolled over, followed by me climbing on top of him.

I scooted back until I sat over his thighs and could pull his pants down enough to find the valley that begged for exploration.

His groans when I dipped my fingers in the V made me giggle again.

“You doing all right?” His only answer was a tortured groan and a string of swear words whispered under his breath. “I’ll kiss it and make it better.”

I dropped my mouth and retraced the path with my tongue.

His curses were no longer under his breath.

His skin warmed against my lips. When I imagined my first time, I thought I would be more nervous, more hesitant.

But Daddy B had given me a confidence I hadn’t expected.

He was graduating and leaving, but while he was here, I wasn’t going to waste time thinking about it.

Instead, I was going to experience all of it.

Daddy B’s dick grew even harder underneath me.

His hands kneaded my thighs and my cock hardened too.

Now that I was here, I wanted to get to the good part.

It felt like this time with Daddy B had led up to this moment, and waiting couldn’t be an option anymore.

My mouth migrated from his…oh my gosh I heard them called cum gutters and now I understood why.

I felt precum dampen my pants while I explored them.

I’d waited long enough. I whipped my shirt over my head and tossed it over my shoulder.

Daddy B flipped me off him and pulled my pants down.

My dick sprang free and he captured it in his mouth.

There were no exploratory passes because he swallowed me down to the root.

My shocked shout caught in my throat because the lack of air in my lungs stymied all noise.

His sucks were sure and confident but not enough to make me cum.

It was a delicious torture. I lay beneath him and let the sensation wash over me.

Splayed as I was, I let him suck and explore and torture to his heart’s content.

“Shit, baby, don’t move a goddamn inch.” When he pulled off, my regretful noises filled the room. “I need to grab the lube.”

He was gone and back before I could miss him. He tossed a small bottle of lube and a foil packet next to me, and my eyes couldn’t move away from them. I was moments away from finally feeling the gorgeous cock of my Daddy inside me and they were the key that would make that happen.

When Daddy B fitted himself over me, I realized that while he was gone, he’d also stripped his clothes away.

Acres of heated skin blanketed me, and I was overwhelmed in the best ways.

When he angled back and slowly jacked me, the bite of friction sizzled my nerve endings.

There was pain, but also a promise of more pleasure to come.

“Baby boy, do you want to be on your knees? It’ll be easier the first time.” I mulled the question over. I understood the general mechanics, and he was right, but then I wouldn’t see him, and exchanging comfort for that was a fair trade.

“No, I want to see you.” Daddy B dropped and captured my mouth again.

Once there, he owned me. There was no doubt which of us was in control and who danced at the end of the strings.

His tongue was a reminder of what would be happening shortly, and my heart pounded a quick beat anticipating it.

“Daddy B, I’ve waited forever to be here. I don’t wanna wait.”

“Shh, baby boy, I gotchu.” Daddy popped open the lube and drizzled some on his fingers.

He traced a path between the crack of my ass before returning to the tight entrance of my hole.

I willed myself to relax, and he teased all the nerve endings that congregated there.

“Can you push out a breath for me, love?” I ignored the endearment because I couldn’t allow my mind to wander down that road.

As instructed, I bore down while his finger slipped inside.

The intrusion was uncomfortable but not painful.

He waited until I was more accustomed to the fullness before moving his finger experimentally.

It was a revelation. Sensations coursed through me that I’d never felt before. It only made me want more.

When I began moving my hips, Daddy added a second finger.

The fullness was more pronounced, but so was the pleasure.

When he curled his finger upward and stroked against the walnut gland that sent electrical pulses through me, I almost jerked off the bed.

It felt so good. Except good wasn’t enough to capture it. Magical.

“Baby boy, you doin’ all right?” Daddy B chuckled.

I nodded slowly while the wonder of the competing sensations, feelings, and thoughts crashed into each other in no particular order. He smiled before kissing me again. I poured everything I had into the kiss. My goal was for him to understand how good he made me feel. And selfishly, I wanted more.

I wanted everything.

When Daddy B added a third finger, I almost jumped off the bed.

I panted through the sharp ache to reach the fullness on the other side.

He plowed his fingers into me while spreading them to stretch me.

The ache dissipated quickly, and the need for more grew.

I knew he was prepping me for his dick, but I didn’t want to wait anymore.

My sighs turned to moans and they became pleas.

“Daddy, I need you inside me.” I planted my feet on the bed and thrust forward to meet his hand. “I’m prepped enough.”

“Baby boy, have you done this before?” Well, he had me there. I shook my head, and he continued, “I don’t want to hurt you, and if you’re not prepped enough, it’s gonna hurt like a goddamn motherfucker.”

Rather than answer, I thrust forward again with more intensity.

“You’re a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” Daddy B kissed me again, and I melted. Literally. My insides turned to goo as waves of pleasure reverberated through me. It was fine. Bones were overrated.

“I know, Daddy, but I’m ready. Promise. Promise.

Promise.” Either my chants convinced him, or his own dick was painfully hard.

When he brushed against me and hissed, I decided it was a combination of the two.

“I want to feel you in me.” When Daddy B groaned, I knew my reward was right around the corner.

Daddy B withdrew from me long enough to open the condom wrapper and drizzle more lube on his fingers. His hiss was sharp when he stroked himself a few times after rolling on the condom. I watched him through hooded eyes.