Page 21 of Hidden Obsession

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Such a good girl for daddy,” I whispered.

I lost sight of her pretty blues when her eyes fluttered shut as the tip of my dick bumped her entrance. “Look at this pretty hole.” I glanced down to where we were about to be connected. “You saved that cherry-tight pussy for me, and daddy’s going to make sure to make it feel so fucking good,” I vowed.

“Promise?” She moaned and writhed under me.

“Fuck, yes. Daddy promises,” I vowed, pushing the tip just a little inside. Her back arched and hips moved, taking me in a little more. “Be a good girl for daddy and don’t move. Stay still.”

“Shit! That’s hot.”

“You like it, don’t you? You like when your man tells you what to do. You like when daddy tells you how you’re going to take me so damn good.”

“Fuck, Hollis! Just like that.” Her leg curled over my hip, and I dropped down, stretching her another inch and then another. Bumping the delicate barrier that she was gifting me. “I promise I don’t take this gift lightly, Maryanne baby.”

“Please, Hollis,” she whined beautifully. “It’s yours! Pop my cherry. Please, Daddy.”

I was a weak, weak man when it came to Maryanne Alder. There was nothing I could ever deny her. Never. Much less this.

I pulled out, and she whimpered her complaint. But before she could utter another word, I thrust back inside of her with one long powerful stroke, covering her lips with mine, swallowing her moan.

“Good girl. Such a good girl. Giving daddy that cherry.”

“Shit!” she hissed, and I smiled. Sweat formed at my temples, and my thighs and arms started to quake as I held myself above her body, impaled deep inside her raw wet heat.

“Does it hurt?” I asked through gritted teeth as I held my body still, waiting for her to accommodate to my size and the way I’d just fucking intruded her body.

“Move,” she cried, blue eyes glassy with unshed tears.

“Get off you?” I rasped.

“No.” Her legs wrapped around me tighter, pressing my balls closer to her, coating them with her honey. “I need you to move inside of me.”

“Anything for daddy’s girl,” I promised and gave her just that.

We started to move slowly at first, both a little out of sync until we found our rhythm. She was new to this, and even though I wasn’t, this felt like a first for me, too.

Our first time together.

The first time sex actually fucking meant something.

Like two pieces of a puzzle coming together, we found the right tempo to the dance our bodies were dancing. Slowly moving up in speed. The sound of the bed creaking beneath our weight, the breathy moans that echoed as the scent of sex permeated the air increased in speed.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Her cries became louder, stuttered, and almost incoherent as she started to tighten around me.

“Come for me,” I demanded, letting a hand slip between us. I was way too fucking close to think straight. The only thought in my head above finding my own pleasure was getting her off. I rubbed her clit as I rolled and ground my hips to find that spot inside of her that made her gush like a leaky faucet,

“Right there!” she moaned. “Oh god, Hollis! Please! I’m going to⁠—“

“Come for me, little flower,” I growled. “Come on daddy’s cock, coated with your cherry and girl cum.”

“Not without you,” she argued adorably. “Please, Daddy, I want to come with you.” Her words came out broken, but the request was clear.

I shook my head trying to swipe away the beads of sweat rolling down my face from hitting my already stinging eyes.

“Maryanne, be a good girl for me,” I panted, my load so fucking close, my eyes were about to cross.

“Not without you,” she whimpered. My adorable, stubborn girl. “Please, Daddy!” I wasn’t going to be able to hold back. She was close, but fuck me, I was closer.