Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill. Grasping my wrists, one in each hand, Daddy tugged my arms back so that I was forced to arch into position. He told me to focus on keeping my chest down, so I did but my back cracked a bit, my first stretch of the day. His big hands dwarfed my wrists while I threw my weight against his restraint but he didn’t say another word so I just kept adjusting. I spread my knees as much as I could with my ankles secured by his Klein belt. It wasn’t very much. His silence told me he needed more from me. I knew what to do. With focus, I slowly worked on canting my hips and flaring my holes the way I knew he liked it. Pushing into the position slow and steady helped me adjust. It even felt good. It’s true I was horny for his cock, but I craved nothing like I did his approval.
I knew I got the position right when I heard the sweetest words, “good girl,” finally slip from Daddy’s lips. I wanted to melt but his grip held my position firm. The tears I was holding finally spilled out. It felt like a daunting amount of leverage to get his cock in such a little hole. Daddy was huge, 6’4″. Even on his knees with his weight sinking into the bed, he was a big guy. Especially compared to me beneath him, stretched out and suspended with my face halfway to the bed. I needed it slower in the morning but the sexual tension between us promised anything but.
Daddy prodded his thick cock against my hole and I had to bite my lip. I felt so conflicted. My cunt was tight. I could feel it, even as I pushed out hard to open up just a little more for him. My lips yielded to the bite of my own teeth and it was all I could do to keep from begging him to go slow for me. I knew it would make him want to go harder.
The belt buckle was warm against the soft skin at my ankle by this point. I rotated both of them slightly and had to remind myself that there were consequences if I pulled away. My emotions teetered on the edge of something close to fear but my pussy still leaked. I was waiting with bated breath. His breathing seemed smooth but I knew him well enough to hear the hitch as he used his hips to drag his cock head around the sloppy mess of my horny pussy.
I needed something, anything to happen. It wouldn’t be tolerated to move forward. So, I pushed back. It was a gamble. Daddy loved edging these days. It had been a week yet of progressive orgasm denial for the two of us. If he wasn’t holding my wrists in just that position, Daddy would have spanked my ass red for my unauthorized move. This time, he tugged his own hips back and tightened his fingers. “Don’t fucking move,” he was so turned on that his primal and honest arousal practically dripped from his words. For me, it was like getting socked in the stomach and my hole bloomed as my pussy tensed and released involuntarily. His voice was as effective as his touch. I felt my position slip and just as I adjusted to form, his cock pushed forcefully into my pussy. Halfway in one go.
I knew better, but I did it anyway. I pulled my hips away. It hurt just as good as it felt and the element of surprise could make anybody break character. I flailed, tugging my wrists, and broke his grip. I think he was stunned. I certainly was. Regret washed over my mind and in the next second I felt his entire cock push inside. I had been in the midst of faceplanting the couple inches towards the bed but he followed up without missing a beat. Just like that, I was smothered and his hands grasped my biceps while he forced me down with all his weight. He didn’t even hear the groan I let out with my face that deep. The stretch and burn of his full entry took a backseat. I struggled to turn my head to the side and repeat the same words over and over again, desperately, “I’m sorry daddy, I didn’t mean to”. I was whimpering out the words and my saliva spilled out the side of my mouth a little bit. There was an immediate, fleeting urge to wipe it but he held my arms secured straight by my sides and there was no time.
Daddy’s hips set a grinding rhythm that chased endlessly at a crescendo my voice couldn’t quite reach. My fingers caught and dragged at the sheets by my waist. He was gripping me, forcing me to take him even deeper. I was curled in and clenched up to take every bit of the inevitable filling. He gave it to me.
Daddy’s grasp became impossibly tighter and I could feel his whole weight pressing down on me so there was nothing for my little pussy to do but stretch and grip. I could barely breathe. It’s not easy to take 8 inches of cock right up to the base. I was smaller than him but he treated me like he had all the faith I could handle whatever he saw fit. Spurt after spurt of thick semen rushed to flood me out but found no gaps. Groaning deeply, Daddy jiggled his cock hard in my cunt a couple more times, pulling out just enough to lift his balls off my body before shoving it back in. Our juices squelched out around the suctioning force and I found myself, once again, just as horny as when we started.
Damn the edging was effective.
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