The initial sting of his stretch was dulling now, replaced by a heavy, throbbing heat. I wasn't just taking it anymore; I was meeting him. Every thrust drove me forward, and I pushed back, my hips rolling to meet the force of his, a desperate need to close the gap, to merge completely.
His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into the flesh, and with a sudden shift of his weight, he flipped me. The world tilted, and suddenly I was on my back, my legs hoisted up over his broad shoulders, my ass elevated, exposed and open to him. The angle changed, hitting deeper, that sweet spot that made my breath hitch.
As he settled into the rhythm, driving into me with that familiar, powerful cadence, a memory surfaced, bright and warm. I saw him as I'd been small, him lifting me up, my legs dangling over his shoulders, his strong hands gripping my thighs to hold me steady. *Up high, baby,* he'd laugh, his voice rumbling. *Daddy's got you.* The sensation of his hands on my thighs then mirrored the pressure of his shoulders now, a circle of comfort and security that had always felt like home. Even when he was holding me up in the air, he was my anchor.
A low groan vibrated in his chest as he reached down. His hand slid between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit, already swollen and sensitive. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. The thick stretch of his cock in my ass mingled with the precise, rhythmic rub of his fingers, sending electric jolts up my spine. I cried out, my head thrashing against the pillow, my toes curling.
It built fast, a pressure coiling low in my belly, but it felt different this time. It wasn't just the friction; it was the fullness, the way he filled me completely. The pressure crested, and then I shattered. My first anal orgasm hit me like a wave, deep and visceral. My walls clamped down around him, squeezing hard, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. I screamed his name, my body bowing, riding out the intense, rolling waves of pleasure until I was trembling, boneless, my juices slicking his fingers.
He didn't wait for me to catch my breath. With a guttural grunt, he pulled out, the wet sound of his cock slipping free echoing in the room. Before I could shift, he was there, pressing his hips against my thigh, and I felt the hot spurts of his release. He came hard, coating my ass cheeks and the crease of my hip in thick, warm jets, his body shuddering with the force of it.
He collapsed over me, careful of his weight, and immediately began to settle. His arms wrapped around me, one hand stroking through my hair, smoothing the strands back from my damp forehead. The intensity in his eyes softened into something tender, possessive but gentle. "I love you, baby," he murmured, the words rough but sincere. The title felt right, grounding, a promise wrapped in affection. Tears pricked my eyes, not from pain, but from the overwhelming sense of being claimed and cherished. "I love you too, Daddy," I whispered, the words slipping out naturally, sealing the moment.
He stayed there for a moment, letting me bask in the afterglow, but I could feel the evidence of his desire already stirring. A thickening warmth pressed against my inner thigh, his cock hardening again, eager and ready. A smile tugged at my lips. I didn't want to wait. I rolled my hips, feeling his hardness, and pushed myself up. My arms braced against his chest, and I swung my legs over, straddling him. I settled my weight on his lap, looking down into his eyes. "My turn," I breathed, lowering myself to take him back.