He pulls me down hard against him, his erection pressing against my sore pussy, and I wriggle against him, the soreness almost pleasant, arousal blurring and transforming the pain.
“I want to give you something special,” I say timidly. “I wish I could have given you a better Father’s Day gift.”
“Oh, sweetie.” He smiles. “I love your gift.”
“But I mean, I want to give you something else. If you want to.” Suddenly I’m heating up with embarrassment. Surely this isn’t that hard to say. “Anal sex.” I blurt it out. “I thought maybe…would you like that?”
“Sweetheart,” he says gently, then his whole face transforms as a smile pulls at the corner of his eyes. He laughs-a delicious, low rumbling sound. “Wait. Are you saying you want to give me anal sex for Father’s Day?”
I can’t help but laugh either, an almost hysterical and involuntary reflex. When he puts it that way…it highlights the absurdity of this whole thing.
“I guess so,” I giggle. “I didn’t really mean it that way, but I guess so.”
“Oh, baby.” Placing one hand on the small of my back, and using the other to lift himself up, he pulls himself up into a sitting position, back against the wall, taking me with him so I’m still straddling him. It’s close, and intimate, our faces only a few inches apart, mine slightly higher than his. He raises his knees so that his thighs are against my back, and I feel deeply, safely cocooned by him. “It’s something I would love to do with you, but not tonight. We would have to work up to it, train you so you’re ready. Most women…not a lot of women want to do that with me. Because of my size.”
“I can take it,” I say bravely, and his eyes smoulder with heat.
“I know you can,” he says thickly. His cock, sandwiched between his belly and my pussy, jerks, and I feel proud of myself for offering him something he wants. “You take my cock so well now in your mouth and your pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I say shyly. Then: “Have you had anal sex before?”
“Me? Yes, I’ve done it before.”
“Have you ever done it with Melanie?” It’s an impulsive question. I shouldn’t want to know, shouldn’t ask, shouldn’t care-but I do.
“With your mother?” He’s buying time by repeating my questions. “Do you really want to know about stuff like that?”
I nod.
“Sweetie. I’m not sure it’s such a good idea to talk about that.”
“Why?” It comes out more plaintive than I mean it to. “Just tell me. I just want to know.”
He sighs. “Yes. Yes, we’ve done it.”
“Oh.” I lower my head. I immediately regret asking. Knowing that Melanie has already given this to him makes me feel completely deflated.
“Sweetheart,” he says gently, nudging my cheek with his nose until he finds my mouth and planting a soft kiss to my lips. “With you it will be different. You know you’re my special little girl.”
“That’s what I want to be,” I murmur, with a sad smile. “I want to be special to you.”
“You are,” he says with a heated intensity. “You are everything to me, Hazel.”
He pulls my face to his, pressing his hands to my cheeks, and kisses me warmly and passionately. “Can we fuck?” he murmurs. “Are you sore?”
“Yes,” I giggle. “And yes.”
He groans. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby. But I really want to fuck you.”
“Please fuck me,” I whisper in his ear. “Please fuck me with your big, hard cock.”
He groans again and lifts me up with one hand while he uses the other to pull his pyjama pants down over his knees. His erection slaps against his belly, and he lifts it with one hand, positioning it so that I can lower myself over it.
“Oh shit,” he whispers as I lower myself down, his girth spreading me apart in a way that’s half pain, half pleasure. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I can only gasp as he fills the farthest, deepest part of me, hot tension already gathering low in my belly as he strokes into me. He rocks his hips, fucking me from below, as I settle into the rhythm of pushing myself down against him.
“That’s it,” he whispers in my ear, threading fingers through my hair and pulling it. “That’s fucking it. Ride that cock, Hazel. Ride my cock.”
I can’t even form words. Incoherent moans tumble out of my mouth as I heave and gasp against his cheek. He turns his face so that we’re mouth to mouth and growls low, “Quiet, baby. You have to be real quiet so Mommy doesn’t hear us.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I manage to whimper.
He sticks a finger in his mouth, and a second later I feel a warm, wet pressure against my asshole that makes me inhale sharply and seize up.
“Easy,” he chuckles warmly, lifting his hips to resume the rhythm I’ve interrupted and making slow, soft circles against my anus. “Easy, sweetheart. There, there.”
I’m shocked to realize it feels good. An exquisite pressure builds as he strokes and pushes against my ass, pressure that’s making my pussy so tight Xavier grunts as he starts ramming into me harder.
“Quiet, Daddy,” I tease. “Or Mommy will hear.”