“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her hand slick on him. “I want to be all yours, forever and ever.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he said, his breath ragged. “What are we doing?”

“Please, please,” she whispered, her hand tugging awkwardly at his firm flesh.

He growled, relenting, grabbing his cock out of her hand. He positioned it at her tight, virginal hole, spreading her lips with his fingers.

“Don’t move,” he told her sternly. She obeyed him. He was using his daddy voice. He pressed his hips upward, easing her open. She whimpered, feeling a sting, a slow burning between her legs. He let the tip rest just inside of her, putting his hands on her hips.

“Honey,” he whispered. “This may hurt, just a bit at first… but it feels so good for Daddy… god… are you sure?” His eyes, dark with lust, convinced her.

She so wanted to please him.

“Yes, Daddy, yes,” she said. “Put it in me.”

He used his hands to ease her hips down, sinking slowly into her flesh.

Darla felt tears sting her eyes. He was stretching her so wide open! It felt as if she might tear in two! He did it slowly, inch by inch, watching her face the whole time, seeing her biting her lip, squeezing her eyes closed, and then held her still for a moment when he was as deeply into her as he could go.

“Ahhhhhhh god, you’re so tight,” he gasped, looking down at her smooth pussy lips wrapped around his shaft. “Oh Darla, it feels so good. I have to fuck you!”

“Yes, Daddy.”

It was she who began to move, rocking gently on top of him. His eyes widened at the sensation, jammed into that too-narrow fold that somehow was making room for his enormous hardness. She saw his hesitation, and she said something she thought might encourage him, although her face flushed and the words felt too big in her mouth.

“Fuck me, Daddy!” She wrapped her thin arms around his neck and pressed her little breasts toward his face.