Page 38 of Papa's Rules
“A little, Papa. You’re so big.”
He shifted behind her and she heard a bottle being opened. Well, at least he was planning to use the same oil he used to ease the passage of the plugs into her behind hole. She braced herself for the first jolt of cool liquid being applied to her rosebud, but even knowing it was coming didn’t keep her from gasping aloud.
Papa gave a dark chuckle. “I love the way your tiny pucker clenches when I touch it.”
Her face heated, and she gripped the covers and sucked in a deep breath. He pushed two fingers in and out of her tightness, and she jerked her center against him, unable to keep her hips from undulating. Her nubbin throbbed, and she wished he would stroke her privates, if only for a moment. But he soon replaced his pummeling digits with the tip of his big hard manhood.
“You can take this, Cammie, I know you can. Keep your bottom soft and let Papa inside.”
“I-I’ll try my best, Papa.”
He worked his way into her snug passage with slow thrusts, each one deeper than the last, until finally, his balls slapped against her cunny. She jolted with the realization that he was hilt deep in her ass, and it hadn’t hurt one bit. The oil, combined with the plug training, had actually worked to help her accommodate the fullness of Papa’s huge length.
“You’re such a good girl, Cammie. How does it feel to have your papa’s cock driving in and out of your tight little bottom hole?”
“Oh, Papa. It feels…good.” She could barely talk, she was so overcome with the sensation of having her rosebud filled and stretched. It felt better than the plugs, because Papa’s cock was hot and throbbing. She shuddered and clutched the covers harder, deciding it wouldn’t be awful if he thrust a bit faster.
As if reading her mind, he increased his pace and spread her cheeks wider, allowing him to drive even deeper. She whimpered and moaned, lost in the euphoria of her building pleasure. With each hard thrust, Papa’s balls slammed against her cunny and directly atop her swollen nubbin.Smack smack smack. It wasn’t long before she cried out her release, writhing against Papa and arching her back even further to take him as deep as possible.
“Cammie,” he growled her name.
She thrilled at the feel of his manhood pulsing suddenly, followed by a blast of warmth as he pumped his seed inside her. After a few moments, during which they both attempted to catch their breath, he began to slowly pull out of her tightness. A trickle of his seed rolled down her thigh after he finally withdrew from her bottom hole. He turned her over and stared into her eyes. His next words made her spirit dance.
“Papa’s proud of you, Cammie.”
~THE END~