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He hushes me, lips grazing my ear. “You need to be soft and relaxed for your first time, baby. I want it to be perfect for you. So you’re going to cum for me, and then I’m going to fill you up, nice and slow.”

The words hit me right in the gut. I nod frantically, and he rewards me by grinding the glass deep inside of me. My legs are shaking, but I’m helpless to stop it, and when two of his fingers circle my cock—barely touching, just gliding over the head—I lose it, bucking into his hand.

“Good boy,” he says, and that’s all it takes; I’m coming with a strangled sob, the world going fuzzy around the edges. I spurt across the sheets, and my own stomach, and the pleasure is so overwhelming I nearly black out.

Daddy holds me through it, murmuring praise in my ear, rubbing me down gently even as the aftershocks leave me trembling and boneless. When I finally catch my breath, he withdraws the glass with a twist that leaves me gasping all over again.

He waits until I’m limp and pliant, then rolls me to my back and kisses me, deep and possessive. “See?” he murmurs. “That’s what I want. I want you all soft for me, ready to take everything I give you.”

I can barely focus, but my hands scrabble at his shirt, desperate to have him closer. He laughs, low and pleased, and peels off his own clothes, tossing them somewhere I can’t see.

I watch, dazed, as he strokes himself—he’s a little bigger than the toy, and the thought should scare me, but all I feel is a weird, hungry kind of anticipation.

He kneels over me, spreading my thighs with gentle, insistent hands. My cock is still twitching, oversensitive, but my body opens willingly when he lines up the head of his dick and pushes in.

It’s intense, not quite pain, but pressure so deep it borders on unbearable. I clutch at the duvet, unable to breathe, and then he bottoms out with a shudder. The fullness is indescribable.

He doesn’t move right away. Instead, he cradles my face and makes me look at him, his eyes so dark they’re almost black. “You okay, Kammie?”

I blink, and then I nod, and the relief in his face is so naked that I want to cry.

“Good boy,” he says again, and starts to fuck me. “My perfect, pretty princess.”

It’s everything I imagined and nothing like it all at once—clumsy at first, then smooth, his hips rolling in lazy, perfect circles. The first few thrusts are shallow, like he’s afraid I’ll break, but I’m not shy about letting him know I want more. I lift my hips to meet him, legs trembling with every movement. My hands find his arms, digging in, needing him to know I can take it.

“God, you’re greedy,” he growls, but his voice is thick with affection. “Didn’t know you’d be so desperate for Daddy’s cock.” He punctuates it with a thrust that makes me see stars.

My brain’s turned to soup, all the colors and sounds and sensations swirling together. Adrien’s got one hand on my hip and the other bracing himself over me, his body bowing in a way that cages me underneath him, and I want to stay here forever.

I manage to gasp out, “So good—” before the force of him inside me knocks the wind from my lungs again.

He leans down, brushing our noses together, eyes locked on mine. “You’re so beautiful like this, Kammie. All open and wet for me. Knew you’d be perfect. Every inch of you belongs to me now, doesn’t it?”

I nod so hard my teeth clack together, desperate and delirious and so utterly his.

His pace speeds up, hips grinding into mine, cock hitting something so deep inside me, I almost scream. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he grits out, “and you’re squeezing me. Can’t get enough, can you, baby?”

I shake my head, because he’s right. My cock is already leaking again, so sensitive it hurts, and every time he moves, he brushes against it, making my body jerk.

He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle, and suddenly it’s even deeper. The pleasure is so intense it almost hurts, and I cry out, clinging to him. Adrien slows, grinding instead of thrusting, letting me get used to it, kissing my calves and the inside of my knee.

“You’re taking me so well. Such a good boy, letting Daddy break you in. Gonna show you how good it can be, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you until you forget your own name.”

He means it. I can’t remember anything except the feel of him, the taste of his skin when I bite his shoulder, the way he coaxes my body into doing things I never even dreamed of.

I don’t know how much time passes—seconds, hours—it’s all jumbled together. All I know is the building pressure in my belly, the way the world narrows until it’s just Adrien’s hands and voice and cock rearranging everything I thought sex could be.

When I get close again, it’s like being swept into a riptide. I claw at his back, babbling nonsense, and he shushes me, stroking my hair, his rhythm never faltering. “Let go, baby,” he rasps, “Daddy’s got you. I want you to cum for me again, just like the good boy you are.”

“Can’t—” I gasp, “it’s too much—” but he just keeps going, and my body betrays me, cock spurting helplessly against my own stomach without even being touched. My whole body locks up, the world going white and cold and then hot all at once, because I’m coming again, ragged and raw, and Daddy is right there with me, burying himself deep, groaning into my neck as he pulses inside me. I feel it, the heat and weight of him, and I don’t ever want it to leave. I want to be full of my Daddy’s cum forever and ever.

He shudders, then crashes down beside me, still inside, still holding me like he’s scared I’ll vanish if he lets go. The aftershocks roll through me, my legs twitching, and I can’t quite stop the broken little noises in my throat. I’m barely aware of the mess—my own cum smeared everywhere, Daddy’s leaking down my thighs—but even if I were, I wouldn’t care.

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me fully onto his chest, so our sticky bellies press together, and I can feel his heart pounding through all the layers of my body and his. He strokes my hair until I stop shaking, then peppers kisses along my forehead, cheek, and finally, my lips.

We breathe together for a long time. I lose track of time, floating somewhere between asleep and awake, boneless and sore and happier than I ever remember being.

Eventually, Adrien lifts his head and looks at me with soft, sleepy eyes. “You did so well, Kammie.”