I nodded, pressing my forehead to the cushion, cheeks burning.
“Yes, Daddy… I’m sorry, I just—”
”Don’t apologize.” One thick finger slid through my folds from behind, gathering my slickness before circling my entrance teasingly.
“This pussy is mine tonight.
Been mine for a long time, even if you didn’t know it.”
He pushed one finger inside me slowly, and I moaned loud enough that it echoed off the house.
He was thick—thicker than my own fingers, stretching me just right.
He added a second almost immediately, scissoring them gently, curling them against that spot inside me that made my toes curl.
“So tight,” he growled.
“How many boys have had this, baby girl?
Be honest.”
”N-none,” I gasped, pushing back against his hand.
“Not all the way.
Just… fingers and mouths.
Never a cock.”
He stilled for a second, then let out a dark, pleased sound.
“Fuck.
My sweet little virgin pussy.
And you were going to give it to me tonight without even knowing I’d be here.” He pumped his fingers faster, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet night.
“That’s Daddy’s good girl.
Saving it for someone who knows how to take care of it.”
I was rocking back against his hand now, chasing the pleasure, my breasts swaying with every movement.
The lounge chair creaked under my palms.
I felt exposed, filthy, and so turned on I could barely think.
Then his fingers were gone.
I whimpered at the loss, but before I could protest, I felt the blunt, hot head of his cock nudge against my entrance.
He rubbed it up and down my slit, coating himself in my wetness, teasing my clit with every pass.
“Beg for it,” he said, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.
The other guided his cock, pressing just the tip inside me before pulling back out.
“Beg Daddy to fuck you over this chair like the naughty little slut you are.”
My voice came out broken and desperate.
“Please, Daddy… please fuck me.
I’ve wanted it for so long.
Please bend me over and—”
He didn’t let me finish.
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself halfway inside me.
The stretch burned in the most delicious way.
I cried out, fingers digging into the cushion, back arching.
He was so big—filling me more than I thought possible.
He paused there, letting me adjust, his breathing ragged behind me.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned.
“Taking Daddy’s cock so well already.
Just a little more, baby girl.
Breathe for me.”
He pushed forward again, slower this time, until his hips met my ass and he was seated to the hilt.
I felt so full I could barely breathe.
His cock throbbed inside me, hot and heavy, pressing against every sensitive spot.
He leaned over me, chest to my back, lips against my ear.
One hand slid around to cup my breast, pinching my nipple while the other reached between my legs to rub my clit.
“That’s it,” he whispered.
“Daddy’s all the way in.
Now I’m going to fuck you properly.”
He pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in—hard.
The moan that tore from my throat was loud and shameless.
He set a rhythm immediately: deep, steady strokes that rocked the lounge chair beneath us.
Each thrust pushed me forward, my breasts bouncing, my pussy clenching around his thick length.
The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with my cries and his low grunts.
Water from our bodies still dripped onto the tile, but all I could focus on was the way he was ruining me in the best possible way.
“So fucking good,” he growled, gripping both my hips now, pounding into me harder.
“This pussy was made for Daddy’s cock.
Listen to that.”
I could—obscene, squelching sounds every time he drove deep.
My legs were shaking.
Pleasure coiled tight and hot in my belly, building faster than I’d ever felt before.
“Daddy… I’m gonna—oh god, I’m close—”
”Not yet,” he commanded, slowing his thrusts just enough to keep me on the edge.
“You come when Daddy says you can.
Understand?”
I nodded frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking my eyes.
“Yes, Daddy… please… I’ll be good…”
He rewarded me with a particularly deep thrust that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
“That’s my girl.”
His praise wrapped around me like warm velvet, making my pussy clench hard around his thick cock.
I was bent over the lounge chair, ass up, back arched, completely at his mercy while he held me right on the edge of coming.
Every slow, deliberate thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside me, building the pressure until I thought I might explode.
Daddy’s hands were everywhere—gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks, sliding up my sides to squeeze my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers until I whimpered.
His chest pressed against my back as he leaned over me again, lips brushing the sensitive skin just below my ear.
“You feel that, baby girl?” he growled, grinding deep, his hips flush against my ass so I could feel every inch of him buried inside me.
“This tight little cunt is stretching so nicely for Daddy.
Taking every inch like you were born for it.”
I could only moan in response, my fingers clawing at the cushion.
The fabric was damp from our wet bodies, and the night air carried the faint scent of chlorine mixed with something far more intimate—my arousal, his skin, the raw smell of sex.
Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through me, my clit throbbing from where his fingers had been teasing it moments ago.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged, voice trembling.
“I need to come.
It feels too good… I can’t hold it.”
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine.
One hand left my hip and snaked around to my front, his fingers finding my swollen clit again.
He didn’t rub fast like I wanted.
Instead, he circled it slowly, perfectly in time with his deep, lazy strokes.
“Not yet,” he reminded me, nipping at my shoulder.
“Daddy decides when you come.
You’re going to learn patience.”