**First Time with Daddy**

I’d never touched myself before—not like this. Not with my cock so hard it ached, not with my heart pounding so loud I was sure Daddy could hear it across the room. But he was watching me, his dark eyes locked onto mine as he leaned against the doorframe of my bedroom, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Go on,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Show me.”

My fingers trembled as I reached down, gripping the waistband of my pajama pants. I was already wet at the tip, my cock leaking just from the way he looked at me, like he wanted to devour me. I pulled my pants down slowly, my pale thighs trembling, my dick springing free—hard, flushed, desperate.

Daddy let out a slow, approving hum. “Good boy,” he said, and my stomach twisted with heat.

I wrapped my fingers around my cock, hissing at the contact. It was so much, the slick glide of my palm over the swollen head, the way my hips jerked up into my own grip. I squeezed, stroking slow, just like I’d imagined in the dark when I thought about him.

“Fuck,” Daddy muttered, pushing off the doorframe. He came closer, his own cock straining against his pants, thick and obvious. “You look so pretty like this, baby. So fucking tight and innocent.”

I whimpered, speeding up my strokes, my thumb rubbing over the slit, spreading the wetness down my shaft. My balls tightened, heat coiling low in my gut.

“Daddy,” I gasped, arching up. “I—I don’t know—”

“You’re doing so good,” he growled, kneeling beside the bed now, one big hand coming to rest on my knee. His fingers squeezed, possessive, as his other hand slid into his own pants. I watched, mouth watering, as he pulled out his thick cock, stroking himself lazily while he watched me fall apart.

“I wanna see you come,” he murmured. “Wanna see that pretty face when you lose control.”

I moaned, my hand moving faster, my cock throbbing in my grip. The slick sounds filled the room, my breath coming in short, desperate pants. My toes curled, my body tensing—

“Look at me,” Daddy ordered, and my eyes snapped to his, just as pleasure ripped through me like lightning. My back arched, my cock pulsing as streaks of white spilled over my fingers, my stomach, my chest. I cried out, trembling, my thighs shaking as I rode it out, strokes turning messy and slow.

Daddy groaned, his own hand moving faster. “Fuck, baby. You’re so perfect.”

I panted, dazed, watching as he stood over me, his cock glistening at the tip before he fisted it harder, his hips jerking. I licked my lips, still high on my own orgasm, as he came with a rough groan, spilling hot over my stomach, mixing with mine.

He leaned down, breath ragged, and pressed his lips to mine. “Next time,” he murmured, “I’m gonna fuck that tight little ass of yours while you jerk off just like this.”

I whimpered, already half-hard again at the thought.