She isn't going to tell him to stop. There is no way to stop now. It's too good, even the pain, and there is pain, even that she thrives off of. There is a stretch and almost a burn as she takes him, working him inside of her carefully, in painstakingly long seconds of her life. If it feels like this to her, like forever and ever, she can't even imagine how he feels, taking her, keeping his hands on her and his hips to the bed. He could just slam up inside of her and take her now, ending all the agony in the slow sink down on top of him.
At some point she feels like it's ripping off a band-aid, or taking medicine. It hurts and it's disgusting but agonizing over it just makes it worse. Still, she can't seem to bring herself to take that plunge, to end it all and take him inside of her. It has her shaking and panting, all those inches that she does manage and caresses inside of her. The wet of her helps, his fingers on her clit helps even more. A shuddering breath in and then out and she rests her forehead against his shoulder when she hits a stopping point. Or more like hits a barrier, something that stops her from going any further and she gasps out. "Please, wait, stop." Just for a minute, just until -- his words, they send something down her spine. A shiver. A gasp out and she licks her lips at the sound of him.
"Yes," she whispers out her answer. "It's everything I hoped it would be, you feel so good, and I can feel you stretch and fill me up. It's nothing I've ever felt before." Her hip begin again, except it's up and down on what she has taken in so far, up and down, working her, stretching her and getting her groaning on top of him again. His words, she needs this, she needs his cock and he needs her.
Digging her fingers into his shoulders she finally pushes herself down on top of him, slamming hips into hips and causing her to cry out in surprise and hurt. Her eyes water at the final few inches, of all of him inside of her, past that barrier and the pain. Like stubbing her toe or plucking out a random, stray hair. There is a rush and a gasp as she wraps her arms around him, her face against the side of his neck. And for a moment she clings to him and shakes a little as she gets used to this new feeling and this idea that it's over, that she is his in a way that she wasn't before. "Daddy. . ."
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At some point she feels like it's ripping off a band-aid, or taking medicine. It hurts and it's disgusting but agonizing over it just makes it worse. Still, she can't seem to bring herself to take that plunge, to end it all and take him inside of her. It has her shaking and panting, all those inches that she does manage and caresses inside of her. The wet of her helps, his fingers on her clit helps even more. A shuddering breath in and then out and she rests her forehead against his shoulder when she hits a stopping point. Or more like hits a barrier, something that stops her from going any further and she gasps out. "Please, wait, stop." Just for a minute, just until -- his words, they send something down her spine. A shiver. A gasp out and she licks her lips at the sound of him.
"Yes," she whispers out her answer. "It's everything I hoped it would be, you feel so good, and I can feel you stretch and fill me up. It's nothing I've ever felt before." Her hip begin again, except it's up and down on what she has taken in so far, up and down, working her, stretching her and getting her groaning on top of him again. His words, she needs this, she needs his cock and he needs her.
Digging her fingers into his shoulders she finally pushes herself down on top of him, slamming hips into hips and causing her to cry out in surprise and hurt. Her eyes water at the final few inches, of all of him inside of her, past that barrier and the pain. Like stubbing her toe or plucking out a random, stray hair. There is a rush and a gasp as she wraps her arms around him, her face against the side of his neck. And for a moment she clings to him and shakes a little as she gets used to this new feeling and this idea that it's over, that she is his in a way that she wasn't before. "Daddy. . ."