“Yes.”
“And you’re on the pill?”
Understanding dawns in her eyes. “Yes.”
“When I come, I want it to be inside of you, Hazel.”
She pauses. “Okay, Daddy.”
I can’t help but smile. “That’s good, baby. That’s very good.” I press the head of my cock harder against her hole, until I can feel her resistance. “I’m not going to wear a condom, because it’s different with us, okay? I’m not some boy doing God knows what. I’m your daddy who’s going to take care of you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes again.
“That’s good,” I murmur, caressing her cheek with one hand. “You’re such a good girl, Hazel. You’re so good to your daddy.”
I push against her entrance, feeling the squeeze of her pussy as I slide into her slowly. She pinches her eyebrows together, looking strained, and I slow down. Grown women with lots of experience sometimes have trouble taking my cock. It’s something that I’m used to.
“It’s okay,” I reassure her. “I’m going to go really slowly. Just relax.” I push in a little deeper, the tight band of muscle like a fist that won’t give. “That’s good, sweetheart. Just keep relaxing. Don’t squeeze.”
She whimpers as I keep pushing, her resistance barely giving in at all.
“Just relax. Keep relaxing. I’m going to be all the way in soon. That’s it.”
My heart is beating like a wild drum and it’s taking everything in me to resist the urge to pound into her, slamming and stretching her, ignoring her whimpers. The beast in me wants to be buried in her, hard and deep, now-immediately. But I take a steadying breath and push slowly.
“Did it hurt when Dante entered you?” I ask.
“Not like this,” she pants.
Small dick, I think to myself triumphantly. I drop my weight to my elbows, murmuring in her ear as I plunge in to my full depth. “It will get easier,” I promise. “You just need to relax.” Being completely sheathed inside of her is dizzying. Every inch of my shaft is being squeezed by the walls of her pussy.
I start pulling out, her tightness pulling against me in opposing resistance and I have to shudder. “Fuck. Hazel. You have no idea how good you feel.”
When I slide back in, it’s easier, although I go slowly, continuing to allow her to adjust. “Is that better, baby?” I ask when I’m in to the hilt again.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s good.” My breath catches as her tight pussy grasps and squeezes me. “You’re being such a good girl, Hazel. You’re making Daddy feel so good.” I reach down to palm one breast and take in the sight of my big cock half inside her, the innocent white panties bunched to one side. I lick my thumb and press it to Hazel’s clit and she inhales sharply.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this for,” I say, helplessly, as I bury myself in her again, a little faster this time, a little harder. She cries out but it’s not with the same keening edge of pain as before. She’s taking it. “I’ve wanted it for longer…than you would even think,” I confess. “Longer than I should have. My sweet little girl. Daddy wants you so bad.”
As her passage eases, her pussy walls start to pulse against my cock. I roll my hips, circling her clit with my thumb, and drive myself in harder and deeper, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “You feel fucking perfect. Better than I ever even imagined. You’re so perfect for my cock, Hazel.”
“Better than Mommy?” she asks, a deliberately innocent lilt to her voice and if it’s even possible, I feel my dick swell harder inside of her. She’s so fucking naughty.
“Yes, baby,” I murmur in her ear, feeling myself just about to go over the edge. “So much better than Mommy. You’re just what Daddy likes. You make Daddy want to come. Daddy’s going to come inside you now, okay little one? Do you want to make Daddy come?”
“Yes,” she answers breathlessly.
“Good.” I rock back and forth, becoming mindless, my awareness only in the end of my dick where I feel like I’m about to explode inside of her. “Daddy’s going to fill you up with his cum. Daddy’s wanted to put his cum inside his little girl for a long time now. Oh fuck, Hazel. Hazel, I’m going to fucking-”
Words trail off as my climax rips through me, the tight hug of Hazel’s cunt squeezing me as I blow hard into her, driving myself in deep as if to fill the deepest recesses of her body, wanting to fuse myself with her to make us one. A primal cry leaves my lips as my body seizes and I shudder hard inside of her. My little girl, my little stepdaughter, Melanie’s daughter…fuck.
I shake my head to clear away any returning thoughts of guilt, shame, and morality, trying to cling to that between place where Hazel’s role in my life is a naughty fantasy and not a reality to be navigated.
Not right now, I think, collapsing beside her. Not just yet.
We’ll have to figure out where to go from here at some point, but right now I just want to be with Hazel as if there was no reason on Earth why we shouldn’t be together-as if Hazel’s just a regular young woman. As if Hazel’s someone I’m allowed to love.