He shifts his weight, and that thick head pushes forward, breaching the seal. The pressure builds instantly, a sudden, demanding fullness. I bury my face in the pillow, and a muffled scream tears from my throat. "Daddy, your cock makes my butt hurt!" I cry out, the words vibrating against the fabric.
"I've got you," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against my ear. He doesn't rush. He goes slow, deliberate. Inch by inch, he pushes, letting me adjust to the intrusion. The stretch is intense, a burning fire at first, but he's careful, guiding me through it, his hand firm on my hip to keep me steady.
The sensation of being stretched, of being held and pushed forward, drags me back. Suddenly, I'm not in bed; I'm on the pavement, the sun warm on my neck. I'm seven, wobbling on two wheels, my knuckles white on the handlebars. "Easy, baby. Just keep pedaling." His hand is on the small of my back, steady and sure. "You can do it, baby." His voice is the same—deep, soothing, commanding. It wraps around me just like his cock is wrapping around my insides now. "You can do it."
The memory dissolves, leaving me gasping. The stretch is too much, too new, and a fresh wave of tears wells in my eyes. I sob quietly, my body trembling under his weight. I feel a soft pressure on my cheek as he turns his head, his lips brushing away the tears tracking into my hair. "Good girl," he whispers.
He shifts again, and suddenly the resistance vanishes. He slides the last bit of himself in, and I feel him bottom out, fully buried deep inside my ass. The feeling is overwhelming. I am so full. It feels like he's filling every empty space, stretching me to my limit, claiming me from the inside out. I'm impaled on him, connected in the most primal way.
He holds there for a heartbeat, letting me get used to the weight, and then he begins to move. A slow, deliberate thrust. At first, it's just the stretch, but as he pulls back and slides forward, the friction ignites a spark deep inside. The sharp sting softens, blooming into a heavy, throbbing warmth. The pain begins to melt, dissolving into a dull, electric pleasure that shoots up my spine.
My body reacts before my mind catches up. My hips lift instinctively, seeking more of him. I start pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts. The pleasure builds, wrapping around the ache, turning it into something addictive. I'm taking him deeper, lost in the rhythm he's created for me.