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It almost makes me feel selfish, if I’m being honest. But not in a bad way.
Everything he’s given me, he’s wanted to give it to me. Or, at least, that’s how he made it seem … There’s always the chance he could be lying to me about something—or all of it—but I’m not going to think about that right now. I just want to focus on this moment, and enjoy it for what it is.
I feel Santino’s clothed legs hit the bare backs of my thighs. Suddenly, he starts pushing my shirt up, trailing kiss after kiss up my spine as he goes, before helping me slip the garment over my head. Each of his touches makes my skin prickle and heat, stoking the fire in my abdomen that still burns even after he had his mouth on me.
And then he unsnaps my bra, letting it fall off my shoulders. I hear a rustling behind me, and then warm skin meets mine as he stretches his body over me. The muscles of his chest are firm, and he pants in my ear.
“Can you see yourself in the window, baby girl?” he rasps. “Tell me what you see.”
“I see Daddy,” I breathe as I look at him using the window. His enormous torso is lined with muscle, but the functional kind. The contours of his body are thick with years of hard work, and I feel my sex clench knowing that he’s going to use that body to make me see stars. He trails a hand up my stomach to palm one of my breasts then pinches the nipple between his fingertips, and I press my back up into him, overwhelmed with pleasure.
That’s when I feel it. The hot, hard length of his cock, freed from his trousers and pressing against my center as I writhe beneath him.
“That’s right. What else do you see?”
“The city,” I cry out as he nips at the sensitive skin of my neck, taking my hair in his fist to move my head and bare it to him. The pull of fingers through my strands makes me whimper for more.
“And?” he says teasingly.
I wrack my brain for what else, and that’s when I see it. My reflection.
“M-me,” I gasp as I feel his other hand at my hip.
“And how does my baby girl look?”
Like hell, if I’m being honest. I look utterly wrecked with pleasure, his hand in my hair as he pulls me back gently into better position. My face and chest are flushed, my lips parted wantonly, and all I can think about is how much I want him and what I’d do to show him that.
“Like she needs her Daddy,” I whine, bucking my hips against his length.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, voice rough and low. “Need you. Ready to take Daddy’s cock?”
As soon as I say “yes,” I feel the head of his length brushing at my entrance. And then he begins to press inside me. The sensation of his cock filling me makes me breathless, the brief sting instantly melting away to bright, aching pleasure. It’s like my body knows him already, knows that it was made to take his cock.
“Breath for me,” he rasps against my ear as he brings his hips flush to mine, fully seating himself within my pussy. “Fuck, you’re so god damned tight. Fit me like a glove.”
“So big, Daddy,” I pant.
Santino laughs, the sound practically tortured as he breathes heavily—trying to maintain his composure, maybe?
After a moment that seems more like hours, he grinds his hips into mine. Sparks bloom up and down my spine.
And then he pulls his hips away and slams them forward, dragging his cock through my pussy only to drive it back in. The sparks turn into fireworks, and I can’t hold back my cry of pleasure. I feel myself tighten around him automatically, gripping his shaft as if to keep him inside me.
Heat pools low in my belly, searing hot as the high begins to build already. I thought the orgasm he’d given me with his tongue was earth-shattering … This one is going to be more intense than that, I can already tell. I don’t even know what to compare it to.
Maybe the Big Bang? Is that too on the nose?
He begins to pick up his pace, fucking me into oblivion as if it’s the easiest thing he’s ever done. If he wasn’t above me, holding my body to his, I’d be crumpled on the floor beneath him. Each of his thrusts robs me of more strength as I give in to the indulgence of the moment.
“Who do you belong to?” he growls against my skin, his fist tightening in my hair.
“You, daddy,” I moan, my fists curling into the plush carpet as my body begins to tighten.
“You’re mine, only mine. Understand little girl? No one else gets to make you fall apart like this.”
“Never,” I gasp back. “Only you. Don’t want anyone else.”
The look in Santino’s eyes, visible to me through his reflection in the window is intoxicating. He looks like he wants to devour me whole or spirit me away somewhere dark and far from here. I can’t say that’s unappealing. I never want to be parted from him. Not when I know he can make me feel like this.
